Make me Better ~Eddie Munson x Reader~

3. Partnership

{Eddie's POV}

I walked out of Rick's house holding a paper bag in my right hand. I cursed under my breath as I got inside my van, putting the bag on the passenger's seat. I rubbed my face in anger and then sighed at my situation. I asked for a supply of 50 grams and he only gave me 40 for the same fucking price. Selling Marihuana was not my ideal job, but it paid for my gas, my food, some clothes and my tattoos, but man, this son of a bitch was all about the inflation of the country or some shit and made me pay more than what it's worth. 

I turned on my van and started driving towards my trailer. People were still going to buy from me, but still, I'm angry because now I am also the one that will have to raise my prices up a little bit, and I have loyal clients who will not like that at all. After some minutes I finally arrived home, and parked my van just outside my trailer. I walked into my sweet home and went straight to the fridge. I grabbed a can of beer and walked into my room as I opened the can. I smiled as I watched my precious girl, who I loved to touch and stroke whenever I felt down. I walked over to my guitar, and ran my fingers against its strings."

"Hi beautiful." I expressed to her and I made the strings give me a lovely note. I smiled and threw the bag onto my bed, taking a sip of my beer. I walked towards my music player and pressed play and I could hear the beautiful sound of Black Sabbath rip on the speakers. I bobbed my head as the music made my brain vibrate. 

I grabbed the bag once more and walked towards my desk, dumping the contents of the bag on top of it. I sat down and opened the drawer, taking out my small grinder, filters and cigarette papers to start producing these bad boys. I cracked my knuckles and began working. Some of it were completely made into joints and some I just separated in grams to be sold without grinding. Some people preferred to do it themselves, because they put their own stuff in it, or just liked how they did it. I was only into Marijuana, and I try to stay away from heavier stuff, but sometimes my clients offer money I can't refuse for it. 

I really hoped I could change this way of living, but I could not. This is something that steadily brings money into my pockets, without failing. After an hour I finally finished with my production and I bent down to grab my metallic lunchbox, which contained all of my products. I grabbed what I had just done, and stuffed it neatly inside except for one small bag of 5 grams. I stood up and walked towards my school bag and stuffed the pack in the front pocket. I have an important client tomorrow.

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I walked down the school hallways looking for Gareth. It's been a month since school started and I already wanted it to be over with. It's the month of Halloween and everything is already decorated like it. I need to tell Gareth about this client of mine. He could get us a gig at the Spitting Devil which is a bar located far from the city, way different from the Hideout. I am so fucking excited to play with my baby live at some point in a really big stadium, filled with people all around, chanting my name. I got so lost in thought that I was bumped by someone, which almost made me fall down onto my ass.

"What the fuck?" I spat at the culprit and his cocky attitude responded to me.

"Watch where you're going Freak." Jason Carver was the ugliest son of a bitch I've ever met. I don't know how girls found him attractive. Was it the blue eyes? I don't know, but the asshole was the devil himself, and he comes from a catholic family. I bet his daddy beats him or something at home, it's the only explanation for his ways of acting.

"Jerk." I managed to say under my breath and kept walking. This asshole was not going to destroy my mood for today. I finally saw Gareth at his locker and I rushed over to him and banged the locker next to him, startling him completely, making him hold his hand against his chest.