𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

12. weed dealer,

smut warning.
if you don't like smut, then don't read.

Jack Gilinsky~

I smiled as I started rolling up another blunt, smiling as a friend of mine told a story. Nate Maloley was going on about how he smashed fucking New York and occasionally John broke in with the hot girls they saw. My head only shook, laughing and listening along to his babbling.

John took a blunt from the pyramid tower and i replaced it with the one i just rolled, leaning back and taking a deep breath. My mind was so stoned, my hands were so exhausted and my arms were weak. I had been selling all day and today was one of my busiest days, mostly because i was leaving tomorrow to go back home to Colombia for the holidays.

"Lil Ma!" Nate exclaimed, moving to sit by me. His hand fell on my thigh and he smiled down at my exposed belly. Nate and his friends always came over later than fuck, which was sometimes bothersome, i just wanted to sleep. "How about you take that ass, and throw it in a circle for me." his hand started creeping up my thigh and John let out a sigh at Nate's fuckboy shit.

I only chuckled and grabbed his hand, tossing it off of me. "Sorry Nate, my legs open past your bedtime." i groaned as i sat up, closing the bag of weed i dealt them with. I walked and tossed it with the three others and turned to the two boys standing in my livingroom. "Call me next time before you stop by, it'll save me some time." i smiled cockily and pointed to the door.

Nate chuckled and sighed, picking up his share and walking towards the door. "One day, girl, that ass will be smashed by Skathan." John shook his head and shut the door behind them too. There were two voices mingling outside the door and then someone walked back in. a groan fell from my mouth.

"Hello?" a deep voice asked. I turned around to see who it was and noticed a boy i haven't seen before. "I uh heard some things about you and your quality." there was a dark haired, very attractive man standing there, looking very misplaced. He was in a fucking tux, black with a matching black tie, fitting his body perfectly. He looked very nice.

The door shut and i stepped forward, leaning against the wall. "You heard right. What do you want and how much of it?" he gave me a white smile; one of those panty dropping smiles.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step forward, locking his eyes with mine. "About an ounce of the best shit you have." i nodded my head and started walking back to where i kept all my pot. I had shelves among shelves, stocked full of tons of different strains, different amounts, it was all different but so good.

I looked and looked until i found my best shit, but it was on the very stop shelf. A groan fell from my mouth, my head leaning down to rest on the shelves. My step stool was upstairs not down here, fuck.

"Need some help?" a voice said right in my ear, which made me gasp and jump. My hand found my heart and i nearly fell back, i didn't know he followed me in here! His big hand fell on my arm to steady me which i needed. I straightened and looked at him with flushed cheeks.

"Yes i do." he pointed at it to make sure it was the right one before pulling it down for me. A small thank you was emitted before we made our way back to the living room. He handed it to me and moved across from me to sit in the recliner. Out of the corner of my eyes, i saw him take off his jacket and then proceed to roll up his sleeves, making his bicep muscles stand out and my stomach turn.

Then he sat down and rested his elbows on his knees, which made him look even hotter. I took a shaky breath and started on measuring out the ounce of weed he wanted. "So, what's your name and who told ya about me?" i said casually, looking up at him for a split second before looking back down at what i was doing.