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chapter one.

a/n : the picture is milani (: also excuse any mistakes, ion know shit bout sellin weed 💀.
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milani's pov

"ay milani"

my ears perked up as i heard my brothers voice

"yeah makaylin?" i asked, looking down at my phone as i sat comfortably on my living room couch. "i need a favor.." he started his sentence and immediately i rolled my eyes

"favor?" i repeated. "so remember that girl from yo school? the senior?" he asked. i gagged. "jaciya? the one you been tryna get at?" i asked, making a disgusted face at him.

"yeah her.. well she just called me over to her place to um.. do some business.. but i forgot i have to make a drop tonight too. can you make the drop for me?" he asked, placing both his hands together

at this hour? it's two o'clock in the fuckin' night.. or morning.. or whatever

"how much you gon' pay me?" i asked. hey, ain't nun wrong wit a girl tryna chase ha own bag.

"pay you? nigga fuck outta here, you know i barely make anything sellin gas" he retorted, smacking his lips

"then get the fuck out my face ugly ah nigga" i said, shoeing him away

he rolled his eyes. "fine, i'll give you fifty dollars.. and take moms car cus she been sleep" he complied and grabbed his car keys off the coffee table

"be there in like an 30 mins, and don't go over there lookin like a thot" he said, glaring at me. i look down at my outfit now and i was wearing a cropped tube top with champion sweats. "this nigga..." i mumbled to myself in disbelief. before he left, he gave me the order details of what i was supposed to be delivering and where i was supposed to be driving.

i hopped in my moms car, praying to god she don't hear the engine start and i drove off.

i looked down at my phone at a stop light and put in the address in google maps. 20 mins away.

and damn whoever this is live in a bougie ass neighborhood too, the fuck..

as i drove closer into the neighborhood, i noticed it was full of big ass houses and nice ass cars. i suddenly felt insecure as fuck in my mommas ford truck..

"you have reached your destination" siri said from my phone. "shut the fuck up ho" i replied, pulling up in front of the house.

i grabbed the bags of weed, which was at least a few pounds, by the way. who in the hell smokes this much weed?

i turned off the car and opened the door. "shit hopefully i get a tip or sum.. rich ass niggas" i mumbled, eyeing the house

i walked up the drive way then knocked on the door and waited. i opened my messaging app, and texted my bestfriend, siraiya, about my situation

milani <3.
makaylin got a bitch deliverin weed now💀if ion txt u in fifteen mins , don't call da police 😭 but call makaylin cus if i die or sum it's on dat nigga 💀

siraiya 🤰🏽❤️
i gotchu 😂buh ay b careful girl

as soon as i read raiya's message, the door opened and i looked up to meet eyes with a guy

he wasn't wearing a shirt, but he was wearing grey sweatpants and he had a really pretty chain around his neck

"who in the fuck is you?" he asked, leaning against the front door frame.

he licked his lips slowly and tucked his hands in his sweatpants pockets. he was very lightskin, i could tell even though it was dark outside. his earrings and chain glistened in the moonlight and his light brown curls sat upon his head like a crown.

it took me a minute to find the words i was lookin for. his beauty was lowkey distracting me.

"uh.." i stuttered. "uh uh uh.. fuck outta here" he mocked, laughing a little bit

lightskin nigga say what?

"listen, i'm here to drop off ya weed.. ion know if you know makaylin but he couldn't make it tonight so he sent me instead" i explained, holding up the bags of weed to my face.

his facial expression shifted from "this bitch is a joke" to "oh shit", that's what i fuckin' thought

"oh shit you know makaylin? my bad.." he fixed his posture, and opened his door wider. "come in lil mami."

i entered the house, and it was bougie as fuck. tall ceilings with hella lights, a big ass living room and allat.

he led me into the living room, and there were two guys on the couches facing the tv playing 2k.

"ay mosey, was that makaylin?" one of the dudes shouted, focused on the tv. "naw.. it was his.." he looked at me, waiting to finish his sentence.

"friend" i said. ain't no one gotta know who i am to kaylin, i prolly won't ever see this niggas again in my life.

"what the fuck!" the other dude exclaimed, throwing the controller on the floor and standing up in anger. he saw me, and looked surprised for some reason.

the other guy looked up at the guy standing and saw his expression, and looked behind him to see what he was looking at.

"oh shit what's good" the other guy said confidently, walking over to me and the lightskin dude.

"what's your name shawty?" he asked. "milani" i said, with a small smile trying not to seem rude. "choppa you have a whole ass girlfriend" the guy who threw the controller said, still in the same place.

"skies shut the fuck up" choppa replied, facepalming. i covered my mouth. niggas really ain't loyal these days smh.

"that's my homie choppa, and that's skies over there" the lightskin said, pointing to each dude he introduced. "oh and um, i'm mosey by the way" he said, looking down at me and licking his lips

can that nigga not? i'm tryna stay a virgin, damn

"lemme go get the money for that" mosey said, glancing down at the bags of weed i had still in my hands. "ight" i replied quietly.

"milani.. that's a cute ass name" choppa said, looking at me up and down.

oh shit, i forgot i was still wearing my "thot" outfit that makaylin told me not to wear. i mentally slapped myself. "why thank you nigga" i said.

"choppa, get the fuck away from her before i call yung blasian" mosey said, coming back into the room. choppas eyes widened and he scratched his head as he walked back to the couch.

mosey looked down as he was counting the money in his hands. "two hunnid sixty.. two hunnid eighty.. three hunnid" he said, getting to normal volume every time he counted.

he handed me the money and i handed him his weed. "'preciate it" i said, flashing a smile and walking toward the door.

why am i lowkey hoping this dude stops me and asks me for my number tho? i swear to god i'm too into that fairytale shit.

"milani"

oh shit.

i turned around, and gave him a nod. "wassup?" i asked, approaching him again, trying to look as calm as possible even though i'm lowkey doing the woah in my head.

"can you tell makaylin to send you for drops more often?"