Andrew waited for me outside a skatepark in a sketchy part of Seattle. I''ve been here a couple of times before to watch Cody skate. We always left before sundown because Cody said that’s when the homeless came out.


    Andrew told me to wait at a bench. He left to fetch the guy he bought drugs from. The sun was setting and not a lot of people were skating. A hobo was already walking around the area.


    Andrew came back into the scene with a tall and massive black man. He wasn’t fat. He was all muscle. I stuck my hand out because I didn’t know how drug deals were supposed to go. This is why I was here, to learn.


    Andrew and the guy looked at each other.Andrew smirked.


    “How much?” the man asked.


    I assumed I was meeting with Lyle, Andrew’s drug dealer. I only heard the name a few times before. This man wasn’t him. He went by Acid.


    “Oh, u-um, a hundred?”


    I stupidly pulled out the cash which Acid slapped away, “Fuck, put that shit away.”


    “Let’s walk,” Andrew signaled with his head. We started to walk around the skate park


    “I don’t do small shit.”


    “Oh, um. The max I have is 500.”


    Andrew laughed, “Fuck, I hate rich girls.”


    “That’ll give you a quarter.”


    “What?” I turned my head to Andrew who was looking at some of the girls skating.


    “Seven grams. A quarter of an ounce.” Andrew said. “Same amount that I brought at Carlos’.”


    “Okay. Okay, I uh,” I paused to fidget the money in my pocket around. This was my first drug deal, of course, I was nervous. “Do I pull it out now or?”


    Acid laughed, “Shit Andrew, where’d you find this hoe? Crumble it in your hand and give me a sec.” Acid walked us to a black SUV. I thought it was typical for a drug dealer. “Inside.” I got into the passenger''s side while Andrew sat behind me. “Here,” Acid extended his hand. I shook it with the crumbled money in my hand and I hoped that was enough. I even tried to do one of those cool handshakes all the guys do but I fumbled and it made Andrew chuckle. I felt the ball in my hand swap with the money and everything felt so rewarding.


    “You’re a dumbass, Elizabeth,” Andrew chuckled.


    “Why?”


    “Stop being so nervous, we’re just chilling.”


    “So what now?”


    “Why didn’t you just get my boy Drew to hook you up?” Acid asked not even looking at me. He was looking ahead to all the parked cars ahead of us.


    “Where’s the thrill in that?.”


    “You shouldn’t even be involving yourself in this stuff.”


    “Think I can’t handle it?”


    Acid chuckled with a smile. “At least you’re sure of yourself.”


    Acid’s phone rang. I found out that Acid wasn’t Lyle when he answered. “What do you need, Lyle?”


    Another man’s voice spoke on the other line. It wasn’t as deep as Acid’s and I couldn''t understand him, but his voice was powerful. This was Lyle.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    “Oh, Andrew’s already here. Nah, he brought his friend for a sale,”  Acid looked at me, “What did you say your name was?”


    “Elizabeth,” I answer.


    “Some white girl Elizabeth,” Acid paused to let Lyle talk. “Yeah, you got it. I’ll let you know,” he hung up.


    Acid reached into one of his inner pockets and took out a small glass vial with a blue liquid inside.


    “You sure I can have this?” Andrew took the vial from him. “


    “You''ve proven yourself, Andrew.”


    “Is it as good as they say?”


    “Take it and find out.”


    That was my first drug deal.


    -


    “What did Acid give you?”


    “Some shit called Winter. Do you want it?”


    “You don’t?”


    “I don’t need to find peace and shit. I’m good how I am,” Andrew chuckled, taking the vial on placing it in front of us on the coffee table.


    “So do I just drink it?”


    “You’re going to do it now?”


    “Maybe another day, I’m busy with you.”


    Andrew snorts up one of the many lines he prepped out of the bag I bought earlier. The TV was turned on in the living room but we weren’t watching any program. It was only there for background. I invited him over to my house after the drug deal.


    I didn’t want to be alone.


    I didn’t want to be with Cody either.


    “You’re actually fuckin’ crazy, Ellie,” he said.


    “Just a girl wanting to have fun.”


    “Does Cody know I’m here?”


    I shook my head, “He doesn’t have to.”


    Andrew nodded, “Right, right. You haven’t told him I kissed you either,” he laughed and got up from the sofa. “I’m gonna steal drinks from your fridge.”


    “Go ahead.”


    The euphoria and rush from the white drug weren’t as strong as I remembered it being. It was like I was always one more hit away from getting back there. I knew if I kept going that would would make me closer to an addict. I kept going past any self-imposed limit I set upon me. I prepped another line and took a hit just to see if I could get where I wanted to.


    Andrew came back with a can of soda and a can of sparkling water for me. He tossed it, almost knocking the entire plate off the table.


    “Where do you get all the alcohol for us?”


    “I have a fake ID. That and I stopped the store I go to from getting robbed so the owner lets me get away with it.”


    “Oh.”


    We ran out of things to talk about and turned our attention to the cartoon show that was on. We started sitting far apart that distance closed the more time time passed. I eventually made myself comfortable and leaned into him to use a pillow.


    I knew what I was doing.


    Andrew’s fingers crawled around my thigh and I didn’t say anything. I wore some ripped-up jean shorts so there wasn’t much to protect my skin from his harsh fingers.


    They moved slowly. They’re a tiger slowly approaching its food waiting for the right moment to strike. Andrew’s fingers slowly kept crawling up and down from the middle to my knee. Each time he goes up he inches his way closer to my upper thigh. It tickled, but eventually, he got inside my shorts. I still let him.


    Commercials came and the rush started to come down. Andrew had left the inside of my thigh to unbuckle my shorts. “What are you doing?” I finally asked him but he didn’t respond.


    He knew why I invited him.


    Andrew was playing just outside, deep in my inner thigh.


    And I let him.


    He stuck his fingers inside, and I let him.


    “I want to know what’s with you.”


    “What about me?” He started to kiss me on my neck.


    “I think you don’t let yourself show that you care about other people.”


    Andrew pulled his fingers out.


    “My mom died when I was little. My dad doesn’t give a fuck about us. My best friend was shot in front of me. It’s been me vs the world since I was eight, so what do you think? Nobody gives a fuck about me so I don’t give a fuck about them.”


    “I do.”


    There was only silence from him.


    I grabbed Andrew’s hand and moved it back to where it was playing.


    My body got shook. I knew what I was doing. This is what I wanted. His hand was on me, driving me, shaking me. I pressed further and further into his lips until he got his penis out and I wrapped my hand around it. I started stroking him.


    Andrew smiled like this was everything he wanted. He didn’t move his eyes away from mine. Not even after I got on top of him. Not once until he came.


    He came inside me.