I hated everyone and everything except my clients and even then some of them are iffy. My parents are overbearing nutcases and little do they know that I haven't stopped dealing or stealing despite my promise that I had stopped. I always worked solo...
"Yeah, you know there is this amazing thing called minding your own business you should try it some time" I said
"Don't you talk to me like that- what's in the bag?" she said motioning to my black backpack
"None of your damn business" I said
She tried to grab it but I quickly turned away and left out the door, God why couldn't she just leave me the fuck alone for 5 minutes.
I was going to meet up with one of my oldest clients, 26-year-old Jameson smith. He had been a stoner ever since he was 15, he live in a cul-de-sac with all the other rich assholes, he was also my highest paying customer and yet all he wanted was weed.
I arrived at our normal meeting spot and he handed me $550 dollars then I unzipped my backpack and pulled out 5 pounds of weed and handed it to him.
"Hey, Seven, do you want to go out sometime?" He asked
"You know I don't date my clients" Is all I said
All of my clients knew me as Seven, I kept my real name a secret for security purposes and so I wouldn't get to close to my clients. If I did end up getting close to my clients or anyone in fact that would be catastrophic, not only for my business but for myself, heart break could lead to sloppiness and sloppiness lead to me getting caught and thrown in jail.
We finished and I walked away my backpack now only containing a lighter, papers, weed and a few other odds and ends like pens. I sat down on a curb and started rolling a blunt. When it was rolled I lit it and took a hit.
"Hey can I get a hit off of that?" I heard someone say and I turned to see a guy who looked to be about 20, 5 foot 5 inches, brown hair, really pretty green eyes and dressed all in black.
He sat down next to me and I handed him the blunt, he took a hit and then held it in for a while and exhaled
"what're you doing out this late?" He asked
"Dealing" I said feeling like I could trust him, which was unusual for me I usually don't trust anyone
"Dealing...drugs?" He asked and I nodded
"What're you doing out this late?" I asked
"I was also dealing" He said handing the blunt to me
"Really? How long've you been dealing?" I asked
"Ever since I was 16, my older brother Anthony had actually been dealing for a long time then he got caught, locked up for several years and something must've happened to him in jail because he changed he has constantly been on my ass about stopping but obviously I didn't listen , what about you?" He asked
"I was about 15 when I started and I 've been doing it ever since, of course my parents don't know well... I mean they don't know I still deal, they found out about a year ago and basically freaked out made me promise them that I would stop and if I didn't they would disown me and throw me out on the street" I said
"Damn that's harsh but that's basically what my old man told me. I swear the only one who would miss me there would be my little brother Andre, he knows what I do and at some point he told me ' Nick I know you do what you do so you can help us , I don't care what Anthony and Dad say I think your an amazing brother'"he said
"Damn that is so sweet" I said and took a hit then handed it to him
"Yeah I honestly think he is the only one who still believes I'm not a total screw up " he said
"My parents always told me I'd never amount to much and that if I kept dealing I would end up dead " I said
I had never told any one this but for some reason I felt I could tell , Nick I think that's his name anyways, I was usually a very untrusting person.
We talked for awhile then we heard someone yell and we turned to see my mother walking towards us I stood up and handed the blunt to and met my mother
"Mom! what're you doing here?" I asked
"I wanted to make sure you weren't doing anything you weren't supposed to" She said, clearly very unhappy and then she noticed Nick standing there and she looked even more unhappy
"I want you to stay away from Nick, you don't need anymore trouble in your life and that's all he is, trouble" she said and dragged me away from him and as she was dragging me away I thought huh so his name is Nick good too know
"mom wait a minute I need to give Nick something" I said and dug a pen out of my bag, then ran over to him,asked for his arm he looked confused for a second but held it out for me anyways and I wrote down my number then he asked for my arm and did the same then he winked and I ran back to my mom, thankfully she wasn't watching.
My mom dragged me all the way back to her car, told me to get in then we drove back home.
About half way home I felt my phone buzz in my pocket , I pulled it out and saw a message from an unknown number it said : "Hey text me when you get home 😉
I realized it was Nick
I typed back: Okay 😃
When we got home I headed straight up to my room and turned off the lights so my mom would think that I was going to bed but I planned to just lay in bed and text with Nick, I changed the unknown number to Nicky as a disguise just in case my mother saw me texting him, I had a friend named Nikki now granted she was a girl but my mom didn't know how to spell it.
Me: Hey
Nicky: Hey I was half expecting you to either forget to text me or your mom to take your phone
Me: She made that mistake once and it didn't end well so now she knows not to do that 😂
Nicky: Damn you sound like you could be a bitch sometimes I like it 😉
Me: Yeah I can. Some people have admitted that I was really scary
Nicky: You didn't look that scary here send me a picture and then I'll say if your scary or not
My room was really dark so in order to take a picture I would have to turn on the light, that was just asking for trouble. I finally decided that I would turn on my light just long enough to take a picture then turn it off.
Only after I sent it did I realize that I was shirtless in the pic, shit way to go Y/N! he probably thinks your trying to seduce him or some shit like that and he won't want to talk to you anymore, god try not to be such a dipshit.
Nicky: You do have a Resting Bitch Face but other than that your not scary. Atually your really pretty
Me: Thanks 🙂
Nicky sent a picture
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I looked at the pic and of course my eyes immediately went to his eyes, mainly because he had the prettiest eyes but then I focused on the whole picture and my heart sped up. I wondered how one guy could change so much.
