That Armani Boy

Chapter 1

Armani could not sleep all night knowing he had about 6 pounds of cocaine in his car and his dorm room  which he shared with some spiritual quiet kid. Armani was definitely on edge if campus police suspected anything he would be going down big time. Although he hated school it was not his plan to become a drug dealer but Armani was raised in the hood and taught by his uncles and deceased father that he had to be man to make it happen. Armani knew he had to be careful because there the guys would snitch on him in a second. He pushed the crazy thoughts of him getting caught to the back of his head and got ready for the long class where he could hopefully pick up a few customers. He sported a Bape t shirt with Balmain jeans and a pair of wheat Timbs a bomber jacket for the gusty wind and last but not least a black mcm backpack for his lab top and books. He hopped in his all black X6 and drove over to where his first class was held. He knew a few people in the class and they were wild it would be easy for him to sell to them. Throughout class Armani managed to focus and get his paper done and revised while having bags of cocaine & pills on him. When time was up he waited for the boys to come outside. He spoke a few words with them and they followed him to his car to pay and receive the drugs. No more words were spoken they went separate ways between the pair. Armani knew he had made a quick band and began to think it wouldn't be so hard for him to do this task. Armani knew it was time to become Billz the street trapper and handle his business.