𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 | 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

Chapter 7

Outside of juvie - Sunday morning.

Blaze woke up, he wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew that Kendrich wouldn't let that happen, he had to go brush his teeth and go sell some dope. Kendrich still had no clue about Ralph's arrest.

Cristofer's burner phone rang, it was an incoming call from Blaze. "Yo man, what do you want? You just woke me up.." Cris said while standing up out of bed, and putting a shirt on. "Listen, we gotta go and sell the rest of the dope, I retrieved the weed that Ralph hid from the feds and there's still like 7 more lil' baggies," Blaze said while putting his shoes on, getting ready to bike over to the driveway of the abandoned warehouse, "so are you coming along or not? Because if not Prince won't be happy."

Cris held down on his bike's brakes as he arrived to the meeting spot. "Alright, our targets are druggies and homeless people," Blaze said while getting back on his bike, "well how can we tell that someone is a druggie?" Cristofer asked while trying to catch his breath from his bike ride, "oh it's obvious, they'll have more acne than how many freckles you got on your face." Blaze began to pedal to the spot where they did graffiti a few days ago.

"Look, there's a druggie right there," Cristofer pointed at someone sitting in the alleyways, tripping off of something, "see, told ya." Blaze slowly approached the woman who was in the alley sitting beside a trash can, scratching herself and looking absolutely insane. "What do you guys want?" the lady asked while continuing to scratch herself, "you interested in some weed?" Blaze offered while pulling a tiny dime bag out of his pocket, shaking it around. "Hell yea sell me that shit.." the lady said while pulling some money out of her pocket with a grin. The woman and Blaze shook hands, handing the dime bag and money to each other.

"Simple as that man, just walk up to them and be straight up wit' em', they'll immediately buy some off you," Blaze exclaimed to Cristofer while shuffling through the sweet dollar bills he just earned from a crackhead. "Alright, well let me do the next sale then yo!" Cris had a smile on his face and he had some confidence now. That confidence only lasted for a couple of seconds. Police sirens echoed through the city, and since none of the boys knew what it was for, they made a run for it.

After a couple minutes of running Cris and Blaze were in a completely different alley now, there were even more crack and meth-heads in this alley, it looked like a bunch of zombies lurking around for fresh meat. Teenage boys with all black clothing spray-painted the brick walls that formed this city, some of the homeless people were sleeping, some were stuck in a zombie stance, most likely because of fentanyl.

"Man I think that this alley has too many people who are addicted to hardcore drugs.. we gotta find another spot, or just go back." Cristofer whispered to Blaze while searching around the area with his eyes, "yea you're right man, there's too many people here who are tweakin' off something other than weed, let's go elsewhere." Blaze nodded and turned back around, beginning to pedal on his bike, with Cris following after him.

The alleyways seemed endless, somehow Blaze made it into a different spot from where he had originally started, "man, where the fuck are we?" Cristofer asked, behind Blaze, "I have zero clue.." Blaze pulled out his flip phone and opened the GPS on it, finding an exit out of the alleys. "Alright, this way. And don't forget we gotta tell Kendrich about the whole incident with Ralph,"

The two boys finally managed their way out of the alleyways. Blaze closed his flip phone, *CLICK!* it sounded lightly. Blaze stuffed the phone in his pocket, and put both his hands on the bar grips on his bike. 

Kendrich stood by the same parking garage that started the entire weed-selling shenanigans. He smoked a cigar, whilst leaning against the cement walls that structured the actual parking garage, one of his hands tucked away in his waistband, probably gripping the same Desert Eagle he held against the foreheads of the dope-slinging trio. Kendrich's lowrider stood parked in front of him, still running, he eyed the door that lead to the driving seat, and slowly made his way to the car door, to open it and drive off, leaving just a trail of burnt gasoline.

"Quick yo! We gotta go get him before he leaves!" Cristofer exclaimed while starting to pedal towards his boss. Blaze slowly followed after, while looking around, paranoid, like an eye was watching him far, far away.

"Aye! Prince! Don't leave yet, we gotta spill something to you!" Cris shouted out while chasing after the lowrider that had now been put in drive, slowly accelerating forward. Thankfully, Kendrich checked his rear mirror, and saw the two boys tailing him. The lowrider came to a stop, practically brake-checking the boys on their bikes. "What do y'all need? You guys got my money for me or something?" The intimidating man whispered out to the boys. "Hey uh we have the money but like there's something we gotta tell you about. Like something serious," Blaze said while scratching the back of his head, nervously. "Ralph is in juvie, and he's in there 'till next Sunday." Kendrich's eyes widened quickly, it was shocking to hear this news since he had zero clue on what happened to him in the past couple of days. "Hm, so that's the reason he ain't been answering my calls on the damn phone, shit.. I'll figure it out. But for now keep sellin' in school," Kendrich was furious on the inside-how could he be this stupid, to get himself arrested?-but instead of yelling at the boys, he just acted all calm about the situation. Blaze gave Prince his cut of the money, and they both went their separate ways.

Blaze and Cristofer slowly made their ways home as the sun lowered and the moon rose behind them. Today was a good day of business. Now they just need to wait on Ralph to get back out of juvie, they don't know how to work the selling scene as good as him.