Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Damn, that smells good, you got the best shit,” he sings.
“Well, thank you, Jess,” I reply, taking a little bow.
“Oh, I'm not Jess anymore.... I'm Spider-Man,” he says, puffing his chest out.
“Spider-Man, why?” I ask, confused.
“’Cause I'm in love with Mary Jane,” he replies, reaching in his pocket and handing me three hundred and fifty dollars in cash. My nose wrinkles at his horrible joke.
“Oh God, that was terrible. Any more jokes like that and you’re gonna have to find a new dealer.” I laugh.
“No way you’re getting rid of me, baby,” he playfully says, giving me a peck on the cheek before getting out of the van with a wave. I put the money in the gym bag and go to back out and glance over to see a red 1979 Grand Prix, with three guys in it. I can't really make out what they look like but when I make eye contact with them, they all look away quickly and in different directions.
“Are they watching me?” Fuck. I back out and head over to the campus. When I get to the mathematics building, I text Sam, letting him know I am here. About five minutes pass before I see him hurrying down the sidewalk. His sandy blond hair is cut short, he looks at the ground when he walks, just glances up every now and then to see everything in front of him. He spots me on one of the rare glances and his head goes right back down, heading toward me. He's wearing jeans, and a T-shirt with the periodic table imprinted on it. His backpack hangs low on his back, no doubt overstuffed with books. I love Sam, he totally screams nerd.
“Hey,” he says, getting in the van.
“Hey, Sam, how’s college going?” I ask, smiling.
“Great, when you coming back?”
“Don't know.” I shrug.
He shakes his head. “Your too damn smart to waste your life doing this, C,” he scolds.
“Well, if I wasn’t doing this then you would still be buying that ditch weed you used to smoke,” I point out before handing him a half ounce of Giggle, named that because when you smoke it, even watching a train wreck will make you laugh. He hands me one hundred and ninety dollars in cash. “You can still come back to school and sell.” His words hit home. I do miss school.
“I'll think about it, Sam,” I hesitantly reply, looking out the window at the math building. I spent a lot of time at this place back before my mom got sick. But I quit college after she did to take care of her, and then I started doing this and just never went back.
“You thought about that Vegas thing I talked to you about?” Sam asks, drawing my attention back to him.
“Yeah, I'm not ready to go to jail for counting cards, Sam.” My voice is sarcastic.
“It's not illegal, C, we only have to worry about the casino owners.”
“Oh, okay, and I'm sure they’re the type of people who will give us a pat on the back and send us on our way if we’re caught. No thanks, six feet under is not exactly where I want to be.”
“Don't be so dramatic, just think about it,” he says, getting out of the van. “See ya later, Sam,” I holler after him. I back out of the parking lot and turn onto the main street, and I see the red Grand Prix parked on the corner. Fuck, okay, this car is definitely following me. Now who the fuck is it? I look over but again, I can’t make out who the three men are.
Shit, I should probably call Linc. Fuck, I got him worked up enough with my shit, he’ll go ballistic over this. I drive toward the corner slowly, waiting for the light to turn yellow, when it does, I gun the van, flying past them, making it through the light as it turns red.
“Ha, take that!” I say, looking in the rearview mirror, where I see the driver hit the steering wheel with his fist, pissed. He’s stuck waiting on the light, as the cross traffic takes their time going through the intersection. “I need another gun,” I mutter to myself. It’s more than likely just a couple of assholes thinking they can take me because I’m a female and take all my weed. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened. Pulling into Walt's gun shop, I decide I better take precautions. Talking to Walt, I explain I would like a second gun for my house, I don't think it would be a good idea to tell him the other one was taken. He doesn't ask any questions though. I insist on paying this time and buy a Glock 23. I have him show me how to take it apart this time, just in case Linc finds out I have it. I'm hoping knowing how to take it apart will keep him from spanking my ass before he takes it. That is unless every spanking leads to me having an orgasm, then I might just buy every gun in the place. Leaving the gun store, I put the Glock 23 in my gym bag. I wonder if Billy can do lunch today, I want to talk to him about the idea I had this morning. Getting out my phone, I text him.