I absentmindedly check my watch and look around the bleak and crumbling parking lot. This new customer couldn't travel far to meet me, but I don't care. After all, it was only one city over and my profit would more than cover gas. I take out my phone, about to text her, when a less than impressive jeep rolled up and parked next to my Audi. Finally. Shifting through the console, I don't look up when the passenger door open and closes.
"Daniel, right?"
" Yeah, nice to meet you Ms..." my words trailed off and I had nothing to say. I looked into amber eyes that tore right through me, and stared at the most beautiful girl I have ever seen . Her black hair was thrown up in a bun, and you could see her tan skin through the ripped jeans she wore. My customers were usually haggard trailer trash, but this girl looked so innocent, so out of place sitting next to me. She looked classy, yet relaxed. And fit. Overall healthy looking I would say. Never in a million years would I expect to be doing business with her.
"Call me M." She said, breaking the stark silence. I faltered, my mouth struggled to form a coherent sentence, I must have looked like an idiot. What was she doing with me? She was far too young and far too pretty to even be here.
"Hi M. Um, you had the half right?"
"Yep." She handed over a hundred dollar bill and reached for the illegal little rectangle in my hands. I almost didn't want to give it to her. She must've sensed my hesitation and took it, and lifted her free hand to the door handle. But I didn't want her to go, not yet.
"Wait," I grabbed her arm, her head snapped back and looked at me confused and almost mad. Her reaction was startling, I didn't want to anger her.
"What? We agreed on a hundred right?"
"Yeah, that's not the problem with that, it's just, um, how old are you?"
So many other questions lingered on the edge of my conscience. Did she know how much to take? Why'd she buy so much? What was a girl like her doing with fucking heroine?
"Eighteen, why?"
"You're only eighteen? Baby girl, you shouldn't be fucking with this stuff. Have you ever done it before?"
"I can fuck with who and whatever I want to. Yes, I've done it before. What do you think I was gonna do? Overdose?" Her posture turned hostile, she looked me dead in the eyes and glared.
"But, you look so..I mean..you're not..."
"What? Users can't have their shit together?"
"No! It's not that!" Fuck. Think of something. "It's just I've never seen someone as pretty as you get mixed up with all this ugly stuff." Smooth, Daniel. Smooth. I let go of her arm, letting my hand graze her skin for a moment. It was heavenly soft and showed no needle scars. She blushed. I smiled. Rolling her eyes, she said,
"Well thank you, but I can assure you I know what I'm doing." She leaned back in her seat, calming down a little.
"How do you know Tracy?" She was my other customer that gave M my number.
"We go way back, we've been through the same shit." Her tone made me wish I had never asked. "Sorry man, I gotta go. I'll hit you up in a few weeks." She escaped my grasp and opened the door. I watched her Jeep whip around the corner. And she was gone. Damn. What the fuck just happened.
I feel a pit growing on my stomach as I leave the empty lot and start my commute back to the apartment. I feel like I just squashed a lady bug, kicked a little puppy even. I just gave her all of that heroine. I just killed her.
I can't believe this little girl straight up knocked me on my ass. If any one saw that, my reputation would be dead. I didn't even know enough about her to call it a crush, the way she smiled and acted so casual was captivating.
At least I get to see her again.
At that realization my pulse raced with both excitement and fear, anticipation and dread.
Because that means she finished her fix. That means I'll have to give her more, that I will need to poison her again.
