Good Boy Gone Bad ❀ Jachary Havery [✓]

❀Zach❀

'if you wanna know
here it goes
gonna tell you this
the part of me that shows if you're close
gonna let you see everything.'

~introducing me~
~nick jonas~

❀

the low rumble of my motorcycle was the only noise that could be heard.

the motorcycle was a 'perk' that came along with my job.

this was the only nice thing my parents have ever given me. they even bought the motorcycle a cover and a small storage unit to keep it in. but that's all they have and probably ever will spend on me.

the only reason they bought it for me was because i bring them back some 'supplies' from work.

my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another motorcycle pulling into the alleyway.

i shifted in my leather jacket as the person stopped and got off.

'evening, herron.'

'don't fucking call me herron, eben,' i snarled. 

the older boy chuckled. 

he did this every single time we saw each other because he knew it got under my skin.

'did you bring the goods?' he asked me.

i reached into my jacket and pulled out a bag full of smaller bags.

'i always do,' i replied as i took out two small bags.

eben grabbed one from my hand as i stuffed the rest back into my jacket.

'did you bring some paper?' i asked.

eben smirked. 'i always do.'

i took the paper from his hand. i dumped the contents from the small bag onto the paper, licked the edge, and rolled it up. i had done this so many times before, i could easily do it with one hand.

i reached into my jacket for my lighter but couldn't find it.

'fuck,' i mumbled in annoyance. 'can i borrow your lighter?'

'sure. what happened to yours?'

i lit my joint and held it between my lips as i gave eben his lighter back.

'it ran out of fuel. i keep forgetting to buy a new one,' i said as i removed the joint from my mouth.

our conversation was cut short by the sound of a vehicle.

i blew out some smoke as the person stopped their car and got out.

'you got the stuff?' they asked.

'depends. you got the money?' i countered back, the joint hanging in between my lips.

he took out a bag and held it out towards me.

'open the bag and show us the money first,' said eben as he removed the joint from his mouth.

we weren't new to this business. people thought they could pretend to pay us by giving us a bag that looked like it was full of money; but in actuality, it was just full of useless shit.

with his patience growing thin, the man forcefully opened the bag and shoved the bag at eben.

'now just give me the fucking drugs!'

eben quickly took the money as i tossed the man the bag of weed.

as soon as the man had secured the bag, he took off.

'some people,' eben joked. 

that guy was actually extremely calm compared to our other customers.

i laughed and took a long drag on my joint.

'here's your half of the money,' said eben, giving me the bag as he stuffed his jacket pockets with his half.

i lifted up the seat on my motorcycle and under it was a secret compartment that i had personally added.

i normally stash some of the money from my job in there since my parents had no idea that i was keeping some of the money i earned. 

what? i wasn't going to give it all to my parents. i mean, how else would i be able to afford my own apartment once i move out? 

so far i had been able to save up almost 600 thousand dollars. what can i say? being a drug dealer pays well.

'what are you gonna do if your parents find out about the money you've hidden from them?' asked eben as i put the money in my motorcycle and put the seat back down.

i took another long drag with i thought hard about it.

what would i do? they'd probably beat me so much that i wouldn't be able to go back to school which means i won't be able to graduate and then i won't be able to leave.

or they'd straight up kill me.

or maybe i'd get lucky and they wouldn't hurt me too bad. i am their only source of income and drugs.

I blew the smoke out of my nose and said, 'i honestly don't know. hopefully, they never will. they'd probably kill me which actually wouldn't be the worst thing.'

eben chuckled. 'haven't we all been there before.'