~A month later~
Brandon POV
Aye man, you sellin' some stuff?" Some short Hispanic guy asked me.
"What you talkin' bout?" I responded, but i knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You know man" He looked me up and down. "you flip bricks right"
"No. Get the fuck out my face."
"NO.no... I'm not a cop. Fuck 12, you know? My homie buys from you so I'm just hear to check it out.
"What nigga?" I looked at him sideways. " Who's Yo homie?"
"Sanchez."
"Awe!!" I smirk. "Tell that lil nigga i said wassup!"
"Aight bro."
"How much you want?"
"I'd take a pound."
I slid my book bag off of my back and unzipped it to look inside.
"Lucky you." I stood up and handed him my bag. " A pound is all i have left."
"I can keep the whole bag?"
"Ion care i got plenty."
"Aight man, Have a good one!" he said as he slid the book bag onto his back and walked off
560$... another dope-filled day.
I started walking to my car to go home.
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Angel POV
"Brandon... I told you you don't have to sell dope nomo." I said.
"Man I don't want to use your money... I'm gone build myself back up."
"What ever Bran." I rolled my eyes. "I'm taking my ass to sleep."
"Man whatever." He replied. "Imma up there soon."
I walked upstairs and crawled into my bed. I grabbed my phone off the side table and got on twitter.
People keep asking about Chan. I would feed into it, but I don't want anybody thinking I still care for her. I will never care for her again.
I put the phone back on the side table then flipped over and closed my eyes.
*BOOM!!!!*
"What was that?" I said to myself.
I jumped out of my bed and rushed to the scene.
"Sir you are under arrest for drug dealing." An officer said
"Wait he doesn't sell drugs. Do you?"I said.
"No. I don't sell them!" Brandon shouted. "Don't follow I'll be back soon."
Police cuffed him and took him.
I grabbed Brandon's phone from where he was just sitting and unlocked it. Before I was able to call Herb to tell him what happened, I got caught up into some messages.
