Before you read this story I highly suggest listening to the song Drug Dealer Girl by Mike Posner. It was my inspiration for this story. I had fun writing this, review and let me know what you think please! :)
A loud moan escapes her lips, as you slide your fingers slowly out of her. She's still trembling as you make your way back to the head of the bed, once you get to the pillow you turn your body around so it's turned away from her. You fluff your pillow ready to sleep, but you know that's not going to happen sleep is something that rarely happens for you without the help of pills. Of course you have none tonight. The girl next to you scoffs loudly and immediately gets up to put on her jeans.
"You're a real fucking bitch." She throws on her shirt "I was actually interested in you, but I see now all you wanted to do was fuck. I'm not some whore you know."
You laugh out loud did she really just say that? "Well you are a whore… except at least they get paid for their services while you just fuck for free. I met you how many hours ago? I don't even remember your goddamn name. Now you're in my room getting dressed after fucking for hours. Sounds like a whore to me." You shrug your shoulders and get comfortable again. You hear a bunch of profanities being sworn at you as she's walking out of your apartment then a loud "fuck you" as the door slams.
To be honest that girl seemed really cool, from the small conversation you had at the club earlier you could've seen yourself taking that girl on an actual date. "What the fuck are you saying Santana?" Fuck em and leave em that's your motto, love is something you could do without. You get up, and grab a joint from inside your dresser. You might as well make something of this sleepless night. You go out on the balcony, light up, and inhale. "Much better" you say to yourself.
Thinking about that girl makes you feel kind of bad, you try to remember her name but it's not coming to you. How many times has this happened how many nameless girls have you been with? You don't even make an attempt to remember anymore you just charm them and flirt, take them home have some fun, then forget all about them. How long has this been going on? When's the last time you went out on an actual date? Thinking about this makes your head hurt though so you finish your joint take another look out at the city, and head back in to get food.
Going to school is the only good part about your day. The day you got accepted into the fashion institute of Chicago was the happiest you had been in awhile. Fashion is what you love it's the only reason why you haven't been sucked into a black hole of parties, drugs, and alcohol. You really want to make it, and you know you can so you maintain a balance between school, and partying so you don't get sucked into that hole. While you're on the subway you listen to music and sketch some designs. You're still a little high from your joint this morning so you're really in your zone vibing off the music, and drawing designs. Most people want to eat and sleep when their high, but you can't stop the creative juices that flow in your mind all the designs and outfits that pop in your head, weed is your inspiration.
When you walk into class you drop your bag, and sit next to Quinn, and Kurt. "Did any of you do that assignment last night?"
"When are you going to do your own homework Santana we literally had to type a paper that's it" Quinn says as she hands you her flash drive. "Don't copy it word for word San."
"Thanks Q I owe you, you want to come over tonight I'm not busy, and I know a way I could repay you." You give her a wink, and she hits you.
"Shut up San I would never!"
"Sure you wouldn't…"
"Will you two shut up I actually want to learn something unlike you two!" Kurt rolls his eyes and looks at the teacher walking into the room.
You scoff at him take a glance at what he's wearing and say "nice outfit Kurt I would've never guessed that you were gay.. That poncho literally screams I like to ride dick."
"You are such a bitch Santana I hate you."
You smile; today should be a good day. "Love you too Kurty."
As the three of you are walking out onto the city streets Quinn says something about partying later. "I work till 10, but as soon as I'm done I'll meet up with you guys." You can never say no to an opportunity to party, its fun, it's easy, and it takes your mind off of things.
"Sounds good, San it's your turn to bring the goods this time" Quinn says, and you roll your eyes.
"What why is it my turn?"
"Because it hasn't been your turn in awhile Santana"
"Fuck you Kurt!" You want to push him into a biker that's heading your way, but you don't do it. "Fine your right it's my turn, and I totally would but my guy he's… he's out of town so I don't really have any connections at the moment."
They just stare at you, they think you're lying, but you're not you're telling the truth.
"Bullshit"
"No Q I'm serious I'm all out of options here."
She looks at you for a little longer then pulls out her phone, she holds it up to her ear until the person she's calling answers. "Hello, hey yeah this is Quinn we met a few days ago Puck introduced us."
Your eyes go wide and you start to talk to her while she's still on the phone. "No hell no Quinn I hate Puck I will no-"you're cut off by her finger on your mouth. You stare at the finger when you feel your eyes cross.
She finishes off her conversation "yes I'll meet you at 11 thanks." She hangs up her phone, and you realize Kurt is gone. "I'll meet you up at your apartment at 10:30 I have to go" she turns to walk away then turns back around. "Oh yeah and San you will do this."
As she walks away you call her a bitch loud enough so she can hear you.
Work is something that you don't completely hate, but that you don't completely like either. Working at the high end boutique gives you an opportunity to be around what you love, fashion. You also get too dress up too, but you also want more. You don't want to work in this boutique, you want to own this boutique and bring your designs to life. On weekends you work part time as a bartender at Pucks. You hate him he's a pig, an asshole, and a pervert, but sometimes he's tolerable.
The subway ride back to your apartment isn't as fun as it was this morning maybe because you weren't high this time. You get to the steps and see Quinn waiting for you. She looks totally different from earlier her cardigan, sundress, and flats have been exchanges for jeans, black heels, and a blue leather jacket.
"If I didn't really know who you were I would actually believe you were a badass Q."
"Shut up and go change I'll be down here, Kurt's not coming tonight." You are about to ask why, but you already know the answer. "He's a real man whore" you say and go upstairs.
You give yourself a once over in the mirror. You look hot, you know you do and you know everyone else will know it to. Your black skinny jeans, tight white v-neck, black leather jacket, and black Vans because you're feet hurt from work all look good on you. Your hair is down and straight, and your make up looks good tonight.
You make your way down stairs and walk outside Quinn walking beside you. "You look good S"
"Tell me about it, now let's go party!"
You and Quinn are meeting up with her new "friend" in some back alley a couple blocks away from the club you're going to tonight. Everything about this screams sketchy, you never had to meet your guy in some shady alley. Your Santana Lopez though, you're not afraid of anything ever. You hear footsteps and immediately turn around. You see a girls figure appear, and the closer she gets the better you see her face because of the street lamp. She's a blonde with clear blue eyes, she has a serious look on her face, and you wonder how someone with eyes like that can look so hard on the outside.
"Hey I'm Quinn this is Santana she's the one with the cash." Quinn steps back so that you can exchange. For some reason you can't believe that this girl is the one who's selling you drugs right now. Before you can even stop the words from coming out you say "is this a joke? Quinn are you for real right now is this a set up, I'm not going to fucking jail. This girl is not a damn dealer Quinn look at her." You point to her and look back at Quinn, and she looks pissed that you're doing this right now but you don't care at the moment.
"Santana shut up you're an idiot just take out the mo-"
Before she can finish this girl unzips her jacket a little and pulls out a bunch of little baggies from her inside pocket. There's different kinds of pills, a white substance you recognize, and weed. The girl looks at you and says "I have places I need to be so can we hurry this up."
You just stare at her for a second then reach in your jacket pocket for the money.
"What do you want?" She starts to explain what all she has. You can't talk you just keep staring. Quinn seems to notice this, and answers for you.
"Give us 3 grams of weed and two of those blue bombers since were clubbing, and I feel like dancing tonight."
"Good choice" It's the first time you see her smile. "They will definitely put you in a dancing mood, and give you an incredible sex drive." You could've swore she winked at you, but its dark out except for a shady street lamp.
You hand her the money, and she hands you the drugs your hands touch for a second, and you feel a chill down your spine. What the fuck? You don't know what that was but all you know is that you just really really want to take this girl home, and fuck her senseless. She turns around to walk away, but before she leaves she calls out "have a fun night ladies."
Quinn nudges you and she pulls rolling paper and a grinder out of her purse. "You should have seen your face" she starts laughing, and puts some weed in the grinder. "You want to fuck that girl so bad I know you do."
You roll your eyes, and is about to push her until you remember she has weed in her possession, and you'd be pissed if she spilled it. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about Quinnie."
"Oh yes I do Sanny, it's okay she was pretty hot even if I don't roll that way I'd want to tap that too."
You roll your eyes "yeah whatever hurry up I need to get high. What's her name anyway?"
She looks up at you confusion in her eyes. "I really don't know, I met her because of Puck, and when she gave me her number she just told me to call her B."
"B" you whisper to yourself. As you wait for Quinn to finish rolling up the joint you take one of the pills Quinn called "blue bombers". You down the pill without water, and the last memory you have of this night is thinking about B, blue bombers, weed, B, B, B, and the fact that you want to buy more just too see this drug dealer girl again as soon as possible.