Good Things Don't Last

Chapter 3

Sebastian's POV

I woke up this morning with a huge headache, wondering where did I end up at. When I seen Rome, I automatically knew where I was. But I didn't remember all that he had told me, I guess I got so fucked up last night, I can't remember a damn thing. Rome and Mark kind of refreshed my memory, until they told me I possibly got a girl pregnant last night. I know I didn't fuck some random broad last night. Then they said I recorded it, and everything. Luckily, My phone was only cracked and not destroyed when Chantel threw it against the wall. Once I seen the video, my memory came back quick as hell. "What the hell was I thinking?" I thought to myself. I hope I didn't get this girl pregnant, cause I barely knew this girl. I had to find her, and let her know what's up, cause they said I acted like a real asshole last night, and thats really not me. I'm not that coldhearted when it comes to females, or at least I think. Rome told me she left with some nigga that Mark knew.

"Aye mark, what was that nigga name she left with?"

"His name is Stacy, I met him while I was out one night dealing and shit, he came up to me and asked if I knew that nigga Rico who go to our school, and then we chatted for a little bit. He used to run for Rico every now and then, but his pay started decreasing, and clients stopped coming to him." Mark said. I'm guessing they found out that the weed he sell isn't better than mine. Haha.

Now, Everybody, Rico "Suave" is one of our rivals in the drug industry. He's been trying to take some of my clientele, But you know I'm not having that shit. His crew isn't all that heavy like mine, so he never really approached me or tried to take over on me just yet. I know he's gonna try to though, once he gets enough people on his team. But this nigga sell that wack ass bud, which is why he not really known like ya boy King. Haha. But back to the story.

"And? What else happened nigga?"

"I told him I might have a job for him, if he wants to get in. I didnt want that nigga Rico taking all our power. So I'm tryna bring in more Employees nigga." Mark said.

Now I understand Mark is trying to bring in more Employees and all, but lets be honest. We don't really know who Stacy is. This nigga could be the feds for all I know. And, especially with the move Rome said he made at me last night, I really don't trust his cat.

"I dont even know this nigga, Mark. Is he cool? Or is this nigga the feds? You told that nigga you work for me? Cause I was about to catch a body last night. On god." Sebastian said.

"To my fuckin' knowledge nigga, he seem Aiight to me. But I'll talk to him about that incident, because he must not know who the fuck you are." Mark says, Laughing out loud.

"Yeah, let that nigga know what's up." I said.

"So what's up with ole girl you hit last night, K? She was bad!" Rome said.

"Bruh, I don't know. All I remember is us sitting down, talking, then 5 minutes later, we fucking. I dont know how, thats just how the shit went down. I hope shorty not pregnant tho."

"Me either, nigga. Cause we'll have another Badass king walking around here." Rome said, laughing out loud.

"Whatever nigga." I said.

I left Rome's house and took my ass home. As I was going home, I got a text from my coach saying Football practice starts tomorrow morning. Football is my passion y'all. I've been playing football since I was 5. Me, Rome, and Mark all played for the same team. Shit, we grew up together so it was only right. My goal for this Senior year is to get a full ride scholarship to a college, cause I do want to go to college. I know y'all are probably wondering "How is he going to do college and maintain a Drug business?" Well, for y'all niggas' FYI, I plan to let my boys Rome and Mark take over while I'm gone doing bigger and better things. Football and School comes first, the only reason I sell dope was to get my money up. I'm pretty much set for college, But I still want a scholarship cause I'm a cheap motherfucka when it comes to spending my own money. Plus, I'm good at playing a Quarterback.