CHASE

Chase Montgomery Colter

Jefferson High's most prominent dealer. Not a card dealer — a drug dealer. Everyone knows Chase and he knows that. Nobody fucks with him, at least nobody with any sense. A lean and wiry cowboy with the look of a fox and fist of an ox.



Chase, or Chase Montgomery Colter was born February 10, 1983 and was a 16-year-old senior. He was raised by his single mother Sherry Lynn Colter and two elder brothers who could never stay out of jail— Colby Wayne Colter and Jesse Clay Colter, after his father Bo Allen Colter died when he was 2. He died in a wreck on a rainy backroad, probably drunk, probably running from someone or himself. Chase doesn't remember his father but his mother saying he's identical to him doesn't let him forget. His mother's an alcoholic and will probably die that way, his brothers junkies that can't imagine being clean. The house was always loud from fights, broken bones, screaming, and police sirens. Nobody cleaned up after themselves because nobody cared.



Family trauma runs deep. He witnessed things he’ll never talk about (overdoses, sexual violence, intense neglect). He pretends not to care, but there’s a graveyard of secrets buried behind his smirk. Repressed sexual trauma, maybe from someone in the house or neighborhood—though he’s never spoken a word about it. He carries intense shame over things he did to survive, stealing, hurting people, manipulating friends, and he’ll die before admitting any of it.



He grew up feral, emotionally and physically. and learned early not to rely on anyone. He figured out how to make money by selling weed and stolen pills before he was 12. Got into fights constantly. Not for pride, but because it was safer to hit first. He ate what he could find, smoked whatever numbed the noise, and slept with one eye open. His idea of affection was not being yelled at.



His father's death at age 2 shaped the silence in his house and the bitterness in his mom. He grew up with drugs on every surface: syringes in the sink, crack pipes on the floor, and no one to stop him from using. He became the in-school and out-of-school local dealer around age 13. He didn't want status, but it was the only way to eat regularly. Chase spent a night or two in juvie here and there, mostly for fighting or possession, but never stayed long.



He's officially a senior at Jefferson High, though barely hanging on. He skips more often than he shows up, and most of the teachers have stopped trying. He’s smart enough to pass if he wanted, but doesn’t see the point. School is just another territory, another place he controls: through fear or deals behind the gym. He’s known around school and town as “that dealer kid”. The one who always has something in his pocket and a reputation for punching first. Some kids respect him, some fear him, but very few get close to him. Even teachers keep their distance.



Romantic relationships were brief, physical, and mostly transactional. He pushes people away before they can leave. His bond with Kenny is complicated... something between brotherhood, obsession, protectiveness, and anger. He won’t name it, but it runs deep.



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