Swing My Way: Freshmen year

CHAPTER 5 : DOPEMAN

JACOLBY'S POV-

So we in first period as usual. Me, D'lo, and Clayko. Ya know the daily clowning and getting on Mr. Johnson nerves.
" Look Jacolby Imma need you to calm down. Now class did everyone get there syllabus signed like I asked. "
Everybody went in their bookbags. Everybody had them expect of course Clayko and D'lo.
" Ummm see the way my household set up..... I couldn't get it signed.", Clayko explained.
D'lo's excuse was even worse. " I didn't get one. How you didn't..... " Mr. Johnson was just looking at him. " Honestly, I did but I lost it... look I don't know."

Mr. Johnson just walked off. Talia started shaking her head. " What you shaking your head for ? Them two are something else..." D'lo added in " Don't worry about me looking like a muthafuckin bobble head. Boing boing." He did bouncing his head. 

" Deangelo get out.", Mr. Johnson interrupted.

D'LO POV-

Aye look so after he told me to get out I just step out next to the locker. While I'm leaning against the lockers, I see Jada thick ass holding hands with that junior nigga Clayko went in on.
He saw me then got into a aggressive pose. " Someone help im so scared of this generic ass shrek looking muthafucker. Get the fuck on before I throw a can of pineapples at your forehead. " Jada dragged him off. I'm sorry but I say anything whether it makes sense or not . whatever pops up is coming out of my mouth. " Suck my negro cojones ( black balls )..." Then Mr. Johnson came outside. " What is your problem ? Huh ? You can't hear boy, what is your problem ? My bad I thought this was Social Studies, but I'm alright at Geometry. Nooo, you know what I mean. What type of problem is it.... " I had him lost. " Like a word problem, or like a quadratic formula. What ?! Is it multiple choice or what, oh I'm not good with fractions so whats on it....... Just go back inside. " I just glided back in trying to hold in my laugh. C'mon you gotta admit that was kinda funny.

TALIA'S POV-

We waiting on the teacher to get back to continue the notes we was taking. It had something to do with the Romans. " I'm sorry but what's the big deal about the Romans? I'm glad you asked, in the bible who killed Jesus Christ? Ohhh never mind." We got back to the notes. " Didn't they hang him ?..." Everyone looked at D'lo. " Hang.... Really ?! The man was crucified, you the worst black person ever..." I died laughing and Jacolby didn't make it no better. He said the worst black person, not Christian but black person. By then class was about to be over.  The Bell rung and we flew out that classroom." Aye what y'all doing September  the 23rd ? " they replied nothing so I invited all three of the goofy ass the my birthday party.

KYLES'S POV-

"Aye bruh I need you to tell me if you see any A.P..." I asked Mack10.
"Aight but why though. Cause this..." A student walks up and hands my fifteen dollars for a bag of weed and not no dime I mean this had some weight to it, but it wasn't a pound. " You selling bruh ? Don't act like you didn't know I trap. I mean I didn't know you were crazy enough to sell it in school. Well when money calls I answer, if it ain't money I don't answer." He stood next to me. " Aight there's that annoying A.P. Aight one more person supposed to meet me.

" Here he go." A tall dark skin dude with a black leather jacket, red leather bat and black joggers with infared Jordan's eleven.
" What you need ? Just a dime bad little bruh. Aight you got six dollars. Yea. Aight." He gave me the money as I gave him the bag. " You not scared they gone catch you on camera. Naw I'm scared..." I chuckled. " I know you new to this, but you gone learn a lot of shit being friends with me. It grew quiet. "You think you can teach me a little bit." I stopped im my tracks, "So wanna be the dopeman. Its hard work making or growing illegal shit, then tryna move it, then worrying bout niggas tryna rob or better yet kill you. Look imma show how to make this shit then double it. Imma tell you what you might wanna do with the money you get off of it too, all I got one question ?...." He looked at me seriously. " You ready to get your hands in some baking soda. Meet me at the park after school Imma teach you how to whip that shit and imma have you selling weed too. But I'm really not with that selling drugs shit. I know but trust me it'll make a difference. In what?" For a smart nigga he asking dumb questions. " Your life, I mean I know you don't have a problem with how you living but if you choose this life style are you willing to face the consequences that comes with it. Feds watching you, niggas in the streets watching you, shit even some of these females gone be watching you, tryna fuck you over. So you wanna be a dopeman huh ?..." We walked to our next class.

*After school*

"Aight c'mon follow me." I took him to one of my trap houses. It was basically one of the old apartments. I had a Dollar General bag with "ingredients" in it. "This is how it goes. First thing, this pot needs some water in it, not too high but not too low like you boiling hot dogs... But a little more water. Get the baking soda and mix some water with it but not too much water. Now you mix it like pancake batter. Now warm it up for a couple of minutes but check on it. In like five to eight minutes later the baking soda should be harden. Then put it in the jar in the refrigirator and let it cool down. By now the water should be boiling in the pot. Put the jar in the boiling water in the pot. Then let that harden up. Of course it's gone take a minute. "

-Moments later-
" Aight now take it out  and brake it down. Now I'm pretty sure you know the saying, don't get high off your own supply. He looked at me " of course , I don't even do cocaine. Besides only older niggas be into crack, all the people our age are into weed. So when I get to that. You have a point. We gone get it from our connect or plug. He gets it from the people who grow it, then we pay him to give it to us. He gives a percentage to the guy he got it from. And whatever we make, we give a percentage to him for hooking us up. You might wanna buy a gun. And don't spend to much money in public. Like save your money up and keep it in a stash. You do that right you should double that over time. I saved up one point five thousand, so you should probably do the same meaning together we should have three thousand. Later on we gone weight some of that crack and depending on how much that weights, we get paid a certain amount. Shit we sell it to the right wealthy crack head. We could get paid! What about homework? That's later on bruh, we just hitting corners and selling weed. We gotta work our way up. Oh okay. But look lets get going, people around here nosy and quick to call A.P.D. lets go.." We left.