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We're officially screwed...
"So, what do you think about the place?" Deanna coughed as she walked out latest potential roommate onto the deck.
I leaned back in our hot tub and waited for the guy to answer. He was so high that I smelled the marijuana on him the second he stepped into our house, and he couldn't make it through a single sentence without laughing. Unfortunately, he was the best person we'd met so far.
"It's amazing." He bent down and dipped his hands into the hot tub, laughing. "Really amazing. Malaki at maraming space para makapagmeeting ang mga runners koe."
"Runners?" Deanna asked, coughing again. "You're on the track team?"
"Ha!" The guy laughed. "Not that type of runner. Runner like runner. Like, people who handle the delivery of my products."
"So, you sell thins for the track team?"
"He's talking about drugs, Deanns." I shook my head. "He's a goddamn drug dealer."
"I don't deal any heavy drugs, though," the guy said. "I'm strictly a weed, pills, and roofies guy. None of the hard stuff. I'm always looking for people to join my team if either of you is interested. I even have a competitive health care plan."
I rolled my eyes, but Deanna kept her composure. The second she mentioned how much the rent was, I was confident that the guy would run the hell out of here, just like everyone else did.
"So, the rent is five hundred dollars each month," Deanna said. "And we have to split the bills evenly. Well, the water bill anyway. My dad will cover all the other ones for us."
"Cool." He nodded. "That sounds more than doable. I can pay an entire year upfront."
"Um. Well, before we get to that point..." Deanna scratched her head. "You smoked like two cigarettes and a blunt during the house tour, and it only took twenty minutes for me to show you everything. So—"
"So, what?" The guy raised his eyebrow.
"So, if we vote for you to move in, can you limit your smoking to maybe three to four puffs a day? Neither of us smokes, so it'll throw off the whole aura of the house if you do."
"Nah, I need my weed and my smokes," the guy said, crossing his arms. "They're a part of me, and if I'm paying five hundred dollars a month for shared rent, I should be able to do whatever the hell I want."
He has a point...
The guy pointed to the beach. "Are there any cameras from the house that can see out here?"
"Not that we know of," Deanna said. "Why?"
"Good." He stared out at the water. "Just making sure I have a secure place to discipline my runners if the time comes for that. The two of you won't be able to sit on this deck if any of that shit ever goes down, alright?"
I shot Deanna a look, and she held her hands up in surrender.
"We'll be in touch with you after our vote, no matter what." She mentioned for the guy to follow her.
I watched as Deanna walked her out of the house, and then I reached over a stack of towels to grab my cell phone. There were no new emails from my posting in the Business School newspaper, but there were plenty of text messages from Jho and Nico. They were repeating the same fake apologies, so I deleted them.
