The next morning, i got a cab to Starbucks. I needed to relax, with this stressed week. I figured if i could sell the weed faster, i could get more money faster. I got my coffee and sat down. I felt a usual hit of my ass and i stood up abruptly. Tanner gave me a dorky smile, and i was about to cuss him out when he said
"U have a nice ass for a white girl."
I couldnt do anything but laugh. I wasnt flattered (because i already knew), but it was funny. I tried to hold it back, and it showed, but i just couldnt.
"Why didnt u answer my text? It said u read it." He asked.
"I was busy" i lied.
"Oh." He replied solemly.
We sat down to talk. I sipped my coffee, and suprisingly without my headphones. We talked of funny stories, and experinces with the cops. 3 hours had passed, and reality had smacked me across my face.
"SHIT!" I yelled. The same lady gave me a scared stare and ran out. "What time is it?" Tanner checked his watch. "1 pm." I grabbed my bag and ran out. I didnt even realize i never said goodbye. I had to sell my shit fast. And Tanner seemed to know. He watched me run out with a smirk.
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Music's Escape
Teen FictionA street teen named Ally barely gets by. She sells drugs in order to keep her house, in which she lives alone. Music is her only escape from her horrid reality. Soon she befriends Tanner, another teen like herself. Together they live the pain of the...
