𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 | 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

Chapter 3

*THUD!* Ralph's backpack hit the ground as he sat down on his couch, waiting for his burner phone to start ringing.

3:00 PM - Nothing.

3:30 PM - Nothing.

4:00 PM - Nothing.

4:30 PM - Nothing.

5:00 PM - Nothing.

Shit, where is this fucker at? Ralph was getting tired of waiting, he was going to just call it a day and go sleep for the rest of the time he was up, so he quickly made himself some food and began to eat,

5:24 PM - Something.

The phone rang and it made Ralph jump out of his seat while eating. With sweaty palms from anxiety and adrenaline he answered it,

"Hurry yo ass up to this gas station punk, I ain't got all my free time to be here." Kendrich quickly spoke then hung up the phone. Ralph set his fork down and ran to the garage where he took his bike out of the garage and started riding as fast as he could. Ralph gave Cris and Blaze a call and told them to hurry up to the gas station as he already was pulling up into the parking lot.

Ralph got off his bike and walked to the back of the gas station again, and found Kendrich, "what up, kid," he reached out his hand to dap him up, Ralph nervously dapped him up, "where yo buddies at?" Prince asked while looking around for them, "they're on their way, I called them a lil late, my fault yo," Ralph put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, trying to act cool in front of Prince. "Get off the wall and grab these dime bags," Ralph quickly stopped leaning against the wall and took the tiny baggies of weed from Kendrich and stuffed them in his back pockets, which were deeper than his two front pockets. No way.. I got weed on me now, can't believe this shit man. "Don't use that product, because if you do I'll take your fuckin' eyes out and feed em' to you," Prince warned, "the weed in those bags is enough for some wack joints. They ain't too strong, I don't trust you like that yet," he added on. "Y-Yeah, I got you man," Ralph responded as he went in to dap up Kendrich again, except Prince didn't do it as crisp.

"Now find your punk ass friends and tell em' to help you sell my shit to yo school tomorrow," Prince shoved Ralph away, which caused him to nod and run to his bike, and begin to search for Cristofer and Blaze. With sweat running down his entire body, panting for breath, Ralph took his phone out and dialed Blaze, "aye man, where you at?" Ralph had cycled all the way to the warehouse, he got off the bike and laid down on the driveway leading to the warehouse, "uh I just got on the bike man.." Blaze responded to the panting Ralph, "ok well cancel going to the gas station and head to the warehouse, I got the good shit."

The sound of brakes screeching echoed throughout the entire screeching, Blaze finally arrived. "Well man show me the weed!" Blaze pulled Ralph up off the ground and waited for him to take out the dime bags. "Here it is man," Ralph had a grin on his face as he reached into his back pockets, and pulled out the little bags, "6 bags man," Blaze smiled as he reached out to hold one of the bags, "my man, Ralph," he pat Ralph on the back and put the bag back in Ralph's hands. Panting came from behind the two boys, Cris had arrived. "So... you guys got the stuff or nah?" Ralph put a bag in front of Cristofer's face, and he stared at it like it was something worth millions of dollars, "well damn, lets go man!" Cris fist bumped Ralph and chuckled, "let's fucking go dude! We got the stuff!" Cris added on to his previous words, "well I was thinking, maybe we could try throwing a party and selling this shit to people, I mean that would be huge man we have so many selling opportunities there," Ralph liked that idea, but he thought about it for a second, "that's a good idea and all, but where we gonna throw the party, Cris?" Ralph paused, "like do you know anybody who's parents are outa town right now?" when Ralph said that it completely crushed the idea, but that got Cristofer thinking, "I mean we could just ask some of our buyers at school if their parents are out the house so we could throw a party. Come on, let's do it dawg!" that got Ralph in a good mood again, he wanted to do a party, because he would actually make money, "you're smart as shit Cris, like hella smart man. Let's do it tomorrow yo!" Ralph responded as he went to dap Cristofer up. "Aight, tomorrow during 3rd period we're gonna all go to the bathroom and start looking for kids to sell to," Blaze told the rest of the trio, which made them all nod in excitement.