Glass House

Cade Crusade

Katie's POV

~Two Weeks Later~

Jamie took our payment, no questions asked. There was a bit of a weird tension with Zack and I considering I knew he liked me. I tried to ignore it but it was all so clear now. He was fucking the same amount of girls though.

"Katie! Is that you?" Zack yelled as I entered the house.

"Yeah!" I screamed back. He emerged from his room naked. "WHOA!" I screamed, covering my eyes.

"What?" He asked. "Nothing you haven't seen."

"Oh my god! That is so fucking innapropriate," I sneered. He laughed loudly. I heard him walk away from me and took my hands away from my eyes. "Idiot."

"Calm down! It's cool," he said. I rolled my eyes, going into my room. I sat on my bed, texting a few buyers. Kells hadn't asked me for his favor yet and I was starting to worry. I owed him five thousand dollars worth of favor. My first thought was that he wanted me to pay him back but he said a favor. That could mean a whole plethora of things. He was such a chill person, but what if he had more to him than I thought? There were a million things in the world that he could ask of me.

"Zack I'm gonna go out to sell to Max, Riley, and Cade here in a minute. I came back here to get more. Where is the rest?" I asked loudly. He entered my room, fully clothed.

"The rest of what?"

"The drugs fuck face," I said.

"I sold all of it! I didn't tell you?" He asked. I swore my mouth hit the floor. The air in my lungs stopped moving.

"What?" I asked, standing.

"You heard me," he said.

"Zack... do you not understand what the fuck this means? These fuckers are gonna rip me apart. I promised them tonight," I spat. I stepped closer to him. My face was on fire. Rage was an emotion I knew all too well. The coke was really good at disrupting the only peace I had in me.

"It's all good. Riley is chill," he said shrugging. I squinted, scoffing.

"Bro Cade will literally shoot me. You can't just sell all of our shit and not tell me."

"Why are you mad? I sold product. We're making money dumbass," he said with a laugh. His arms crossed. I balled up my fists.

"Zack I'm dead serious. They will go crazy without their shit. They trust me. They're gonna think I'm lying and selling to other people who pay more or some shit. You have to be kidding me... This can NOT be happening," I explained. A look of worry finally came across his face.

"Well I didn't think of that..." He trailed off.

"No you should've stopped half way through that fucking sentence. You never THINK AT ALL. WE'RE FUCKED ZACK. F-U-C-K-E-D," I screamed. His face went from worry to anger.

"OH FUCK YOU! You always fucking blame ME!" He yelled back.

"BEACAUSE IT'S ALWAYS YOUR FAULT!" I shrieked.

"YOU SHOULDN'T FUCKING PROMISE PEOPLE SHIT!" He yelled, rolling his eyes.

"Or, hear me out... DON'T SELL MY SHIT WITHOUT ASKING! You should KNOW by now that I'm the lead in this."

"Katie just call them..." he said lowly. I sighed.

"Fine." I grabbed my phone and dialed the number for Cade. My breathing picked up. Cade and Max were best friends and they usually bought about 2,500 dollars worth. Cade was about 6', green eyes, gold caps on his teeth, olive skin tone, only wore stained wife beaters, always carried a gun or two, dirty finger nails, black hair that was never brushed, and no fucking fear of prison. Max was the quiet one of the two. He had shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, pale skin, a small nose, a very shitty basement tattoo of a dog on his left forearm, always had a black hoodie on, and also carried a gun. They had been buying from us for about 6 months. They were going to be so fucking mad.