Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader

Chapter 15

I stared at the contact on my phone. It was now Thursday, and I was really feeling it. I just woke up and I already want to get high. In a way, it felt like I couldn't breathe. I pressed on the contact to send a text message and looked at the empty text box.

What the hell am I supposed to say? Sorry, I got high and forgot her name, but she gave me your info???

I stared at the empty text box and mentally started screaming. I've never had a drug dealer. Let alone do any of this stuff. My parents would kill me if they found out I was doing this stuff.

'How much for weed?'

There. Now I can get weed.

I went to my bank app and looked at how much money I had. I know drugs aren't cheap at all, but I know I have plenty to buy some.

$25,481.95

Yeah, I got plenty. I should get a job, but I have enough to last me for months.

Not even a minute later, I got a text back from Giran.

'Who's asking?'

'i went to a party and i got high with a girl, but i don't remember her name'

'What party did you go to?'

'a cabin party, i took Xanax'

I didn't get a response back. I got up from my bed and went into the kitchen. I looked around for Zion, but I saw a note on the countertop. It basically said she wasn't home because of work. I looked in the refrigerator and tried to find something to eat. I couldn't find anything so I closed it and looked in the cupboard. I grabbed a cup of ramen and poured water into it. I put it in the microwave and let it cook.

'I know who you are now. How much are you wanting?'

How much? I won't be getting a lot, but what does he mean?

'i'll take three'

'Three what? Grams or ounces?'

Is there a difference between the two? Fuck, I wish I didn't suck at math.

'grams?'

'Sweetheart, do you know what you're doing?'

'honestly, i have no idea. i don't even know how to use a bong or whatever'

'Most people get an eighth oz which is 3.5 grams of weed. It costs $60'

I would say sixty dollars is a lot, but I don't even know how much 3.5 grams of weed is. Maybe I should look it up so I don't get scammed.

Or...

I could ask Dabi.

I called Dabi and waited for him to answer. I paced around the kitchen and heard the phone ring. It felt like forever and I thought he wasn't going to answer the phone, but he did on the very last ring.

"What do you want, doll face?" He asked, his voice low and tired.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked.

"You did, but it's fine. I would have been late for class if you hadn't called."

"Cool. Anyway, I have a question," I chirped.

"What?"

"Is sixty dollars for an eighth a lot of money?" I heard silence then I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "What's so funny?"

"That's actually a good price. Who are you buying from?"

"Some guy named Giran. The girl at the party gave me his info," I said.