After my hell in school yesterday, I decide I need a day off. I get up and pad across the hall and down stairs to the kitchen, where I make myself the strongest black coffee I am able to possibly drink. Sipping from my mug, I text Michael, my dealer.
"Mike, got 20 grams of crack available?"
It doesn't take him long to reply.
"Hey Mani, meet ne at my place at 12"
Looking at the clock, I realise it is already 11; I throw my hair in a high ponytail before throwing on some ripped jeans and a muscle tee. Whilst driving the 10 minutes to Michaels place, I belt out the lyrics to Therapy, my all-time favourite song by ATL.
I am greeted with a shirtless Michael, and his neon pink hair. "Hey Imani, come in" He says, groggily. I walk into his apartment, smelling the musky smell of tobacco and marijuana mixed together. Michael is the only dealer I know that doesn't actually do drugs himself. His roommate on the other hand is permanently stoned. He hands me a zip lock bag, filled with a white powder. As I go to retrieve my goods, our hands brush, warm against each other. "Sorry" I say, flushing. What is wrong with me? I'm never shy around guys. Not that I've ever thought of Mike that way, he's older than me. About 5 years older. But still, I can't shake this sudden feeling of butterflies in my stomach. I need some weed. Desperately.
"Are you okay Mans?" he asks, thoughtfully. "Yeah, I'm fine, just had a big night last night" I lie. "You really should go easy on the drinking and drugs Mans, especially at your age" he says, his voice full of concern. "You're not my mother" I snap at him, instantly regretting it. "Mans, this is the fourth time in the last six days that you've needed 'supplies', just go easy" he gently says. Hess right, I've been snorting shit nonstop lately, and I just can't seem to stop. "Mike, I didn't come here to get lectured, how much do I owe you?"
After paying him pretty much my whole allowance, I leave the apartment without saying goodbye. I knew is only trying to help, but I'm never used to having males actually are about my well-being. Most guys just want to fuck me, and then they drop me like I'm nothing.
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OMG Mike is so sweet it just makes me want to pull my eyelashes out and use them as confetti!!
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