weed and guns. || jg

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I sat in my jeep in a dark alleyway.

200, 250, 300, 350.....

There was a knock on my windon and sat down my money looking up.

There stood a boy you could stare at for years.

"Monte roll done the window." I told my bodyguard and he obeyed.
"hey you! are you that girl that sell weed?" He asked smiling huge.

Nodding I told him, "yeah what do you need?"

He smirked and said, "your number.." He winked after that.

Chuckling lightly I scribbled down my number and handed it to him.

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Omg guys! Would this be a good story? Please comments and tell me. If so I'll start working on the first chapter.