𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 | 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

Chapter 2

Today is the day, I'm gonna start moving shit. Ralph met up with the trio after school again, "yo! Ralph! Let's go man, we're gonna find that boss today!" Cris shouted out as he turned his bike around in the direction towards the city, "alright, let's dig through the entire city to find this guy, I'm tryna make some money man." Ralph said as he began to cycle over to the gas station.

Everyone held down the brakes on their bikes as they pulled up into the gas station, but as they were about to enter, the exact same 'boss guy' from yesterdays drug deal walked out. Everyone stared at him like he was some sort of hero, "well there he is, man, let's go talk to him!" Blaze said while looking at the man.

"Hey! You gotta problem?" The man shouted out at the trio, causing them to jump up out of fear, "n-nah, man.. we're just," Cristofer sighed, "we're just tryna uh.... speak with you," Cris finished his sentence, as sweat dripped down from his hair, "oh word? What do you kids want?" the guy started to walk back to the boys, he dog whistled before he spoke, "hey, come over to the side of the gas station real quick, we can talk," the man was tall, black, and intimidating, he had to be at least 6'5, and nobody felt like messing with him, hell, one mistake and you could end up in the guys trunk most likely. Without a second thought, Ralph followed after the man, as everyone else slowly followed behind towards the back of the gas station.

"Aight, so what do y'all want.. hm?" the man asked while everyone glanced at each other wondering what to say next. Eventually Cris and Blaze both stared at Ralph, who was in between them, that triggered the man to stare down at Ralph too, "speak up, punk," the man said in an intimidating and deep voice. "Okay, so... m-me and my friends.. we wanna sling dope, like you," Ralph blurted out after some silence, which continued for another 5 seconds after he spoke. The man busted out laughing, "you.. wanna sell weed? Nah that's crazy as shit man! You're funny, real funny," Ralph looked up at the guy, "nah, I'm serious, I wanna sell that shit and make some quick dough," that seemed to anger the man however, because he grabbed Ralph by the collar of his shirt and then lifted his shirt above his waistband, revealing a Desert Eagle with a 10 round magazine loaded into it, "man watch what you're fuckin' saying playa, I'm not trusting some little boy like you with MY pot. How I even know that you're not a cop, or a snitch?" Ralph quickly raised his hands up trying to show innocence to the man, then spoke in a trembling voice, "woah man, I don't snitch, I ain't like that, I swear!" Ralph was finally let go, "then what's in yo bag, punk? Let me pat you down while I'm at it too," two men came around the corner and started to pat down Blaze and Cris, while the man worked on checking out Ralph, "we ain't looking for any trouble yo, we're just looking for business.." Ralph said in an attempt to keep him and his friends out of trouble, the man pulled the Desert Eagle out from his waistband and pointed it at Ralph's forehead, "shut up, kid, and let me search that bag. Take it off your shoulders, slowly, or this .50 gon' end up in your skull,"  the mans words brought absolute fear to Ralph's eyes, maybe they shouldn't have thought of this idea.. but it was already too late. Fuck! Why did I bring my friends into this, what if they end up with a round in their skull? This is bad. Ralph stared at the barrel of the Desert Eagle, and didn't even acknowledge the last thing he was just ordered to do, "COME ON! YOU GONNA TAKE IT OFF YA OR SHOULD I JUST KILL YOU FIRST AND THEN SEARCH THE BAG?" the man shouted as his finger now laid on the trigger of the gun, which caused Ralph to jump out of whatever had just happened to him, "yes s-sir.." Ralph slowly took the duffel bag off of his back and set it down on the ground, then took a step back, keeping his hands up the entire time, "one wrong move, and you're dead, ya heard me?" the man warned the trio. They all nodded as the boss kneeled down and began to search the duffel bag, keeping the gun aimed at Ralph.

*ZIP!* the bag zipped back up as the man got up off of his knee, then kicked the bag over to Ralph, "some spray cans, some money, and a flip phone.." the man said while holstering his gun back in his waistband, "what's happening next?" Ralph asked as he slowly picked his bag back up, and put his arms down. The man walked up and aggressively shook Ralph's hand, "Kendrich Prince, with a C.H, not a C.K, so get it right fool," Kendrich waited for Ralph to introduce himself, "well Mr. Prince, I am Ralph Bennett," Kendrich let go of Ralph's hand and reached for something in his pocket, then threw it at him. When he caught it, Ralph looked at the object, it was another flip phone, "what's this for, Prince?" he asked as he opened the flip phone, looking through it, "it's a burner phone, stupid. It's got my contact in it and since I can't be hitting your personal phone to lower the chances of being caught by feds we gotta use a second phone for business, any more dumbass questions?" Ralph put the phone in his pocket, then looked back up at Mr. Prince, "no sir, that's all...." Kendrich looked happy to hear that answer, "aight then, tomorrow I'm gonna hit up that burner phone of yours and you're gonna come over to this gas station right here, I'll get you some dimebags of weed that you can sell to those punk ass kids at your school," everyone looked at each other with excitement. They didn't die. "Hey, I ain't catch you two boys' names, spill em', and I don't want just a first name, Ima need the full name fools," Blaze and Cris looked back at Kendrich as he awaited their responses, "uh, Blaze Collins, and that's Cristofer Gómez," Blaze introduced Cris and himself to Prince, "be some good kids and shut ya mouth when questioned about me, got it?" Kendrich asked the trio, "yea, we got you, yo," Ralph responded as he walked back to the front of the gas station to pick his bike back up and ride home with everyone else.

"Well it's too late to step back now.." Ralph said as he started to pedal and everyone else agreed with him, "I don't like how he needed our full names, man, that was strange," Blaze added on, "I mean he just met us, he doesn't know if we gonna snake him or something," Cris responded while he began to pant for air, he was always the first one out of energy. Eventually the trio split their ways as they all lived in different directions.