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9

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"Hurry the fuck up. It's just a quick one fifty. I got somewhere to be."

"Calm down bud. It's 4am, you don't seem like a productive guy. Hell, you don't even look like you're halfway legal. I'm a grown man-"

I'm already irritated right now.

I rub my hand over my face before I choose to make my next decision.

Would it be smart? Fuck no.

Still, I grab the collar of my customers' shirt and push him against the wall of the passageway in the back hall of the nightclub we're in.

I check my phone that's buzzing before speaking to this insignificant fuck.

"Legal or not, it wouldn't be any difficulty making blood shed out of your body." I tighten my grip on him, the pussy wheezes. "My business isn't your god damn concern. Do you want the fucking kush or not?"

"Y-yeah man. I was just joking-"

Fuck what he had to say. I hated explanations, they were a waste of time. My time.

I throw him on the ground and see his wallet leaning out of this pants.

I kick him slightly, just for fun, and squat down.

Grabbing the wallet, I open it and spot multiple twenties inside. I grab all that I can and start counting.

The way I handled him wasn't too hard, but he was still on the ground, looking down at me and motionless.

It takes exactly 39 seconds for me to count it all. Timing is critical. In every form of life. Whether in a hurry, or at a steady pace.

"Two fifty. I'll take it all as a tip." I stand up and dig in the pocket of my hoodie for his..."goodies."

He sits up quickly and backs into the wall. Resting his weak ass body on it.

I see a stripe of blood underneath his nose and then scoff.

"A big ass mouth attached to such a puny body. Maybe try getting stronger. I barely did anything to ya'."I throw the bag of weed on the ground into his lap and walk away. 

Walking back through the club that is still halfway full this early in the morning, I keep my head down.

Not feeling like having any more interactions tonight.

He was my 7th  person.

I haven't slept since Thursday morning. Today is Saturday.

On top of that I have to do some... activities with the Campbell's.

With that wannabe roughneck of a girl.

Who's always never seemed to click right with me.

I barely even talk to my father. When I found out he was getting married, it didn't shock me. He was always quick to move on and make decisions.

Growing up I was barely even in the house with him and my mom.

Let alone in the house at all when she died.

It wasn't grief, it was just who I was. Who I am.

Never seeming to meet their standards. Not like a fuck was ever given, though.

I'm not even mad about him being engaged. I don't care.

It's who he's getting engaged to. The people all affiliated with it. The person, affiliated.

Someone who I can't fucking stand.

Something about her just...ticks a switch off inside of my body. Making me have a feeling that I don't have for other girls.

Usually I can flirt back, get what I want, then ignore them.

Let them look forward to something that'll never happen. Leave them miserable and hanging.

Or just get a nut and leave.

But K, she never even tried to flirt with me.

Instead, she'd do the complete opposite and push my nerves. Having whatever techniques to do it.

The only girl who I allowed to piss me off. Not even allowed...it would just happen. Ever since our first interaction in grade school. 

Now she's just the same girl. But older, and even more dramatic and dumb to me.

Good thing it's my last year. I won't have to worry about seeing her in the house, or in school.

I won't have to worry about hearing bullshit from my father.

I can just do me. Live the life I choose to.

The life my father used to live.

It's not like he fucking really cared about me from the beginning.

The fact that people actually try to flip their lives around, as if their pasts don't exist. It never sits right with me.

Hypocritical fucks.

I walk out the entrance of the club. The security guards don't stop me. Not really surprising. They never do.

Axel's in the black corvette with his music blasting and windows down, waiting for me like I  was expecting him to.

"Holy shit. Where'd you get this one?" The door opens and I get in.

"Bro, I gotta tell you the crazy ass story about the fight..."

He passes me the blunt and pulls off with a chattery mouth.