𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 | 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

Chapter 5

Trigger Warning - Characters will make out in this chapter

"Man that was kinda tiring, pass me a bottle of fanta," Ralph laid down on Connor's couch and caught the bottle that Connor tossed at him, and started drinking the soda in it. "So, you gonna sell at this party?" Connor asked as he sat down at the catch next to Ralph, "hell yea man, my distributor didn't get any money yet because I told him I was gon' use it for this party, so I gotta make some bread for him," Connor nodded and then stood up, "so how much people you invite?" Ralph thought for a moment, "we got like 70 people, I'm guessin' you got your whole grade?" he chuckled while asking Connor, "almost.. we got like 140 people," Ralph sat up from the couch and screwed the cap back on his soda, then set it down on the floor, "140? I only got 15 dime bags yo!" Ralph's heart was beating out of it's chest, he only expected a little over 100 people, now he's gotta figure out how to sell pot to about 210 people, "calm down man, just increase your prices and allow only one blunt per each person." Ralph sighed and nodded, then got ready to deal his dope.

5 seniors sat in the room with Ralph, 90s hip-hop blasted throughout the house with the bass shaking it all up. People were partying. "Yo we got a guy!" one of the seniors shouted. Ralph looked up at the person who just walked into the room, a brunette girl with a baggy shirt and jeans. "How much for a blunt?" she asked, Ralph thought for a moment since he hadn't decided his prices quite yet, "20," the girl took out a 20 dollar bill without hesitation and handed it to him, then took the blunt from his hand which he had rolled prior to the party. Man dealing is easy! I don't know how I didn't discover this earlier. 

Ralph would change his mind after this next customer, when he stepped in he already looked angry. It was a Junior with a buzz cut. He walked up to Ralph, "let me buy 3 dime bags, in other terms 6 blunts," Ralph looked up at this guy like he was insane, "nah man, one blunt per person," without even a second of thinking about what he was doing, the Junior grabbed Ralph by the shirt and got up in his face, "I SAID LET ME BUY 6 FUCKIN' BLUNTS BITCH!" this was an aggressive customer, and they are not fun people. "Aye, follow the rules or get your ass out this party, yo!" Ralph stood up and shoved the Junior off of him, that seemed to offend him because then the Junior lunged at Ralph, and pinned him on the ground. The beanie Ralph was wearing fell off of his head, "I'LL PUNCH YOUR FACE INTO THIS FLOOR YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" the Junior didn't seem like he was playing around.. Shit man what the fuck is this guy tryna do?  The Junior raised his fist up and got ready to swing, Ralph flinched but then as his eyes were closed it no longer felt like the Junior was on top of him, he opened his eyes back up and saw that the Junior was lying knocked out on the floor, "that's why you got guards in the room with you," one of the Seniors told Ralph. "Now let's get this guy out of here," two of the Seniors picked up the knocked out guy and threw him out through the front door.

"Alright one more customer and then I'm done for the next hour," Ralph said as another guy walked in, "alright let me just get one blunt," Ralph sighed in relief as this guy wasn't as bad as the last one. "20 dollars," the guy quickly complied and handed Ralph his money, then reached out for the blunt. Instead of just handing it off to him, Ralph dapped him up and snuck in the blunt during the dap up, "you have yourself a great night G." The guy nodded and walked out, lighting up the blunt as soon as he got out the room.

Ralph rubbed his hands together as he walked out the room, his duffel bag around his back, with all the weed tucked inside safe and sound. People glanced at Ralph like he was a celebrity, people winked at him, people smiled at him, people even tried to shake his hand. Am I famous or something? Cristofer walked up to Ralph, "yo what's up mane!" Ralph dapped Cris up, "nothing much, I just had a crazy customer though," Ralph responded while looking behind him, at the front door where the guy was laid down on the ground, "ouch, well that must stink," Cris said as he focused his eyes back on Ralph, "well, have ya seen Blaze anywhere?" Ralph asked while looking around for him, "oh, he's hanging out with the ladies right now. You know, since we're all popular the girls finally want us," when Ralph heard that he chuckled and then walked over to where people were drinking alcohol. "Let me get a shot," Ralph said with a grin, the guy with a bottle of Hennessey poured some in a shot glass and handed it to him, "your name is Ralph, right?" the guy asked, "hell yea I am, you need a blunt? 20 dollars," Ralph responded while taking a shot of Hennessey. The alcohol tasted terrible on his tongue, he didn't like it one bit but he tried to play it off and handed back the shot glass. "Nah man, I'm good, but I might hit you up for some weed in the school bathrooms, I heard that's where you're operating your sales?" Ralph nodded and then walked off to the bathroom.