Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
At the same time, I can just imagine what would happen if this leaked to some reporter. God, Mom would have a fucking fit.
I shake that off and continue bussing my tables.
We’ve only technically been an official couple for a few weeks, so I can fucking wait to figure this out.
I’ve had so much fun, and he’s a great guy. He tries to show the world his tough side, but he has a sweet side, too. A sweet, caring side and I feel so safe when I’m wrapped in his arms.
I just hope it doesn’t have to end.
21
TIM
“Come on now,” Brody says. “I know you’re selling some of that shit to Ethan and Martin.”
With his collar popped, he’s looking like a real douchebag tonight. He’s always nice enough, but he hangs with some of the biggest assholes on campus. Just the other day, I saw some of his buds holding up numbers as girls walked by one of the dorms. Not all that flattering when they’d pick 10s, but even more humiliating when they’d pick 3s.
“I have one drop tonight, and only enough for that, okay?”
He’s never pressed for coke before, but he’s told some of his friends that he might be able to get some from me, and now he’s pressing. Unfortunately for him, I got some on me tonight for my next clients, but I don’t have any extra. Not tonight.
“My buds would be so appreciative,” he says. “And I said I could get it for them. Can’t you like find a way to hook us up?”
“I’m not dicking you around, Brody. I only have enough for my next delivery. Nothing extra.”
I don’t mask the frustration in my tone.
He twists his lip.
“I don’t feel bad about disappointing your little buddies,” I say. “I don’t care what you say to them to get them off your ass, but I don’t have any to sell you. Got that?”
He hands me the three hundred for his weed and pockets what he was intending on buying the coke with.
I give him his weed, and he sulks, but he’ll deal.
“It’s all good, bud,” Brody says. “All good, right?”
“Yeah, we’re good. Just don’t put me in this position again. Don’t tell your friends I got shit when you haven’t even talked to me. You know you could have just texted. Now if you need some scripts for them tonight, I got a good supply. Next time, if you need something extra, I need like a week’s notice, okay? Coke isn’t falling from the sky, you know?”
“No prob. Got it. All ears.”
He heads off, and I look around for Mark. He’s in the corner, chatting with a few of his friends.
He came to this party on his own. I just happen to be here because of my runs.
This is technically our one month anniversary. Best fucking month of my life.
He’s been hanging around the house with me and Nanna a lot, but I keep itching to do more with him. Take him on a date like he deserves. I’m not complaining because I like talking to him. Getting to know him. Being around him. Even if we’re just sitting in front of the TV for a movie. But he deserves more than that.
I grab a beer from a cooler beside the dining room table and hang a bit, chatting with a guy I talked to the last time I came to one of Brody’s parties. While we’re chatting, I keep looking at Mark. Can’t help myself.
He glances over at me, and as our gazes meet, he beams. It reminds me what a fucking lucky guy I am.
But what a stupid one he is.
He doesn’t need people thinking he’s connected with a guy like me.
And I saw Greg not five minutes ago, so I know word’ll get around real quick if he catches on to what we’re up to.
All I keep thinking about is how I want to be a better guy for him. Want to find another way of living.
Maybe if I took this meth gig, then I could pay off all the bills like Jesse said and get on to a better life, a life that we could share together—one worth living that isn’t all about dealing.
What the fuck I’ll do, I’m not sure. I just know that if I want to make it work with Mark…for real…and I do, that means becoming more than a low-life drug dealer. Strange to think that before I met Mark, I would never have questioned this life. I didn’t have a future outside of Nanna, so the idea of needing to change or be something different never popped up. There was always a desire to do something else. I don’t think anyone plans on being a drug dealer any more than they plan on being a porn star. But considering how good the money’s always been to me, I didn’t consider the possibility of doing anything else. I didn’t care about much before. Now, I care about a lot. I want to be able to take care of Mark if something ever happens to him. The way I take care of Nanna. I want him to be proud of me and what I do. To know he doesn’t need to hide me from his friends or family or risk their reputations.