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How To Sell Drugs.

how to sell drugs.

parings: vinnie hacker x fem!oc

part two of n/a parts.

about. in which love golding thinks she's a big shot for selling drugs until vinnie hacker knocks her from her high pedestal...

warnings. underage drinking, drug use, overdose, swearing, and sexual themes

ricky rocks. yeah

vinnie had known madi since the moment he learned how to count. he was always such a sucker for her cooling blue eyes full of spite and ambition. he always caught himself admiring her despite his own rules saying he was to do nothing of the such.

she was the perfect girl. aside from having a drug addict for a best friend, she had the absolute desired life laid out in front of her. money, looks, smarts, and the ability to tell when another was lying. she wasn't dumb, at least she didn't act dumb just for a sweet kiss from a boy.

she was the type of girl you'd marry. the type of girl you'd want to marry because she had you set for life.

vinnie parked his car on the side of the street, sucking on his right cheek, analyzing the surroundings and atmosphere of madi's neighborhood. large houses filled the lawns fully and the grass was trimmed perfectly while most nightly sprinkler systems flew low in the air, hydrating the grass for a greener life.

vinnie stepped out of his nice car, his sneakers scuffing against the street as if trying to get a better feel of the environment. he hadn't been to madi's house in a very long time despite both their parents keeping a close relationship filled with fun and alcohol, something neither of them were involved in but vinnie's mothers always pleaded with him to give their relationship a chance.

he didn't want a relationship with madi, nor her parents.

he took note to the thriving flowers planted outside of the very large bay window, covered with maroon curtains to shield away the dying sun. it was the middle of november but the weather made it seem like it was july. that nevada weather, you couldn't beat it.

vinnie knocked on the front door fairly loud, rather already impatient with wanting to get to her house before five, but traffic was also something you couldn't beat in nevada.

he knocked once again while his eyes begun to wander, reaching to the basketball hoop set to the side of their driveway. he remembered always kicking her ass in a game of ball when they were still in the early ages of middle school. she always pouted and resolved to forfeiting the game, claiming she had no energy.

vinnie frowned lightly thinking about the old memory. it didn't even feel real, the fact that they were long ago friends with keys to each other's houses and nicknames for one another that they wouldn't speak aloud in public. it felt silly, but it was ancient history.

"uh, hi vinnie," madi held her front door open with a tight grip, suddenly put off guard at seeing a boy she thought she'd never see in a million years on her front step.

she frowned deeply, hiding her stunned state the best she could, but she should've known better, vinnie could read everyone and anyone like an open book.

he frowned deeply in return, stuffing his hands in his front jeans pockets, mumbling, "can i come in?"

madi was devastated now but now fully opened her front door, inviting him into the cooling of her own home. she continued to walk off into what was the main room with out, trying to figure out what she would do, but she came to no conclusion.

both her parents were still at work and her two brother were off doing whatever, leaving her home alone. the one flaw vinnie really found in her was the lack of confrontation she held for those she confided in most, not that vinnie was someone she confided in, but they still had history, counting as something.

"do you uh, do you want a water?"

her home hadn't changed at all. it still had that sweet cinnamon smell that circulated through the house, absorbing you whole and creating a warm feeling to swarm in your chest. it was dark and rustic, filled with old paintings and large, long drapes with no reason of being on the openings of walls.

he stared, almost in mesmerization, like he always did before mumbling a 'no', taking a seat upon one of the soft velvet couches surrounding around the large marble fireplace.

madi's parents were rich rich.

richer than his own.

"well, would you like anything else?" madi stared at the back of his head, hesitant and tipping back forth on her toes, unsure of what to do.

"madi, sit down."

"okay."

"what kind of drugs was golding taking?" he leaned forward, elbows on knees with his hands clasped together.

she looked down to them, hesitantly with her back straight. her eyes ran over the rings he had in, silver and surely expensive. she didn't even comprehend the question till she looked back up, her mouth slightly opening in shock, "she's not on anything, what're you talking about?"

"we both know your friend has been taking a considerable large amount of drugs this past year, what has she been taking?"

"vinnie, what the fuck are you talking about?" her eyes slowly closed before opening, like she had an oncoming headache bound to eat her sanity away.

he knew she was lying and she was playing it out pretty well. he wasn't going to push her any farther either, at least not right now. he wasn't too concerned, yet.

see, vinnie had a plan and the moment love golding overdosed was the moment his plan got all screwed up. he had re-advise and make a plan b, something that shouldn't have had to happen in the first place.

and the first part of that plan was to talk to madi. seeing she wasn't being so revealing stopped any hopes of finishing his plan quick and fast, but seeming love was still sedated, he had time.

"i want you to take me to her."

"what?"

"you're taking me to golding."

How To Sell Drugs.

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