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𝟥/𝟦 𝑜𝓏 - 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒹
𝟣𝟢 𝒷𝒶𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹 , 𝟥
𝓅𝒶𝓎𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹, 𝟣𝑜𝓏 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉.
Desirée inhaled from their blunt, scribbling in their journal at the small dinner table. They were home documenting their sales in solitude where they thrived the most. They were too unstable for interaction, Ray being the type to fly off of the handle over the smallest things.
So they rather stay to themselves. They've always had a bad temper ever since they were a kid. Their mother made sure that Ray knew it'll make them unloveable. Intolerable, even. It was justified, Ray always having to defend themselves even as a small child. It can turn a person hard and closed off despite what everyone else thought.
It made it difficult to maintain relationships, Ray constantly paranoid about people's actions and whether they were genuine or not. They didn't trust a soul, refusing to allow themselves to as well. It wasn't worth the hurt or the risk, Ray thriving better in isolation more than anything.
It didn't help that their last friendship, the only one they had, fell apart due to constant miscommunication and Ray's paranoia. She didn't put in much effort and it bothered Ray. It made them feel as if they were begging for a friendship, the young woman refusing to understand their position and instead using it to her advantage. The woman eventually stopped trying completely, leaving Ray confused and feeling abandoned. They finally exploded, the young woman being completely caught off guard and blocking them before it escalated.
Funky bitch. I ain't wanna be ya friend anyway.
The thought alone resurfaced the aggression Ray felt toward the situation. They frowned, sitting back on the wooden chair as they exhaled a cloud of smoke. The music in the background took over their mind, Ray staring into space as they thought about their next move.
"Who needs friends? Not I. Benjamin..is my friend." Ray chuckled as they counted the thousands they've made on campus that day. It was a good day, Ray licking their fingers as they caressed every bill before putting them through the counter.
5k.
The phone rang, Ray immediately grabbing it and greeting the person on the line without a thought. However, they perked up one they realized who it was.
"Boss."
"Yeah..where's the reup money? You ready for more product? You're my best pusher and we're low tonight. What's up with that?"
"I got you. I'm taking my cut right now."
"Wait on that..I need you to serve a party tonight. But it's a party that can't be spoken about. You gotta sign an NDA. Pull up."
"Alright."
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