Loren.

vii.

Kaleb Cannel

I stared at OD while he cut up a block of cocaine, measuring it, and putting it in little bags. I licked my lips, holding up a bag of cocaine. How badly I could use the money, I would never do this job again. Shit too much to handle. Not everybody can be a drug dealer, you got to be street smart to do this.

"You sure you'on wanna be in this shit no more?" OD asked, looking up at me.

"Nah," I shook my head. "I'm straight."

I only came here to study for my exam because my house was way too loud but somehow I was interested in OD making drugs.

"Stop lookin' at me and study for that bullshit." OD chuckled, making me laugh.

"Fuck you." I laughed grabbing my books and heading to the back. I went into OD's guest room and closed the door behind me. I collapsed on the bed and opened up my book and got out my notes.

In the middle getting everything situated, my phone rung. I answered it and put it up to my ear.

"We got Lo Lo on the track." Loren laughed through the phone. I immediately started smiling and laughing.

"Hey Lo."

"Hey Christian, hope you studying for that exam."

"Actually, I am. Checkin' up on a nigga, I see."

"Whatever, but I need your help with this study guide. So how about I help you and you help me."

"Sounds like a deal."

"You free in like 30 minutes?"

"Yeah."

"Okay good, I will text you my address. Oh yeah, bring food." She said before hanging up.

I shook my head and gathered my stuff. By time I was done with that, I got a text from Lo. I looked at her address and immediately widen my eyes. She stay in them rich people neighborhoods.

"Where yo ass headin'?" OD asked me when I walked back into the living room. He was now sitting on the couch watching the basketball game.

"Got a study date." I chuckled, grabbing my keys.

"With Lo Lo, okay then." He laughed.

I threw up a peace sign as I walked out the door. I got in my car, starting up. I put Loren's address in my GPS and headed for her house.

Pulling into the richest part of Manhattan, I couldn't help but to look at all these good looking houses. Must be nice.

I finally found her house and pulled in. Seeing all these different, expensive cars, I couldn't help but to think, "Damn, they living like the Kardashians in this bitch." After parking my car, I walked up to the door and rung the doorbell.

A little girl around the age of 12 with a light brown skin tone answered the door. She smiled at me and I noticed she resembled Loren.

"Hey, I'm Logan. You must be KC?"

"Pretty much." I chuckled.