"You think you can handle the drug game, Zada? You were a virgin to weed that night and probably the other drugs we did." Jamar remarked like he already he knew and gave a mischievous smirk. "Okay, it was my first, but you can train me everything I need to know. I can bring in more money. Attracting people that buy it my age." I was hoping he would let me in, I.wanted fast cash and I did need it after all. I could live my own rich and glamours life the way I saw it in my head. I could have the money to do, buy or travel whatever and wherever I wanted. Flying first class to Australia, shopping, sight seeing, anything. Jamar said on a good week, which he gets a lot of, he pockets around sixty thousand, all tax free. Doing the math in my head, in a month he'll have two hundred forty thousand. In a year he'll have made twenty-one million nine hundred thousand. That was easy, fast money and a life I could I get used to. "What do you do with all your money? Save it, spend it, invest it?" I had to start somewhere, simplest question to start off with. "The trick is to start saving until you get the big dollars, put in your bank account and get a debit card. When you hit riches then invest it, that way you won't go broke. Never get a credit card, no matter how much money you have, credit cards are invisible money, you go broke or hit a bad week, you're done." Jamar was pretty smart, I can barely hold on to twenty bucks, oh god, I'll be bankrupt the first day. "If you want, I can help you on the first day. Get you settled in and caught up to speed." "That's nice of you, yeah, I'd like that." I smiled at him before turning my head to look out the window. Seeing signs, trees, cars and mountains make blurs as we passed them was peaceful at first then I got dizzy.
Due to family situations, I have my wifi back so I'll be updating more frequently than before. Do be patient, I'm still writing the next update, hold on to your boobs here ladies. () For now, I'd like to know what [bold] you [/b] guys want to happen in this story. Examples: • Zada to find love (tell who) • Zada finds her dad in California • Her and Jamar go to jail • Zada becomes an addict I want your opinions, thoughts, ideas, anything! I love feedback. -Paige
YAYYYYAnd it's not up there but I want her to ditch Jamar because something about him gives me a creeper vibe… if not, then 3 or 4
You gotta hold y'all's boobies I'm working. Meanwhile... Did you know there's a type of goat that passes out if you scare it? ? I'm so amazed
I could see a, as I call a 'tower' that led down to a giant building. "Welcome to Wake Forest, Zada." Jamar smiled at me, as the trees, streets and surroundings got smaller, I seen the campus. It was a dark colored, what appeared to look like brick building. It looked huge from outside as we drove past, Jamar firstly was going to show me his house, "house" or as I known it, crack house. I had a million images of how I pictured it to look; dilapidated, ran down, paint chipping with the roof about to cave in and in the middle of bum fucked Egypt. With the money he was making I was also expecting a two story mansion of a thing, in the middle of suburbia. Either way I was right, I just had to wait and see and anxiety was setting in.
We pulled up to a house bigger than my brain would let me imagine, like trying to discover a new color; it couldn't be done. "Jamar, did you buy this house?" Marveling at the giant stone structure before me, with the four white and grey marbled columns perfectly aligning the porch. Up above was a wrap around balcony/ porch made from stone. The driveway was made of cobblestone like they have in France. The house was marvelous, fancy and well built. It seemed like a bit much to just label as a crack house, "I bought it, made some renovations and now I live in it." I didn't see why a college student would need such a big house for just one person. I mean, yeah, the parties but even for a party the house was still too big. This was a house for the president or a big time celebrity on vacation or a summer house. "Would you be okay staying here for the night? You can have your own room, just pick one out." Jamar offered me standing back at his car, I could feel him smiling behind me while I stood still amazed by the house. "Thanks, Jamar, I will." I turned back to face him and smiled, I didn't know what else to do. I was hoping Jamar was going to teach me the drug game tonight, but I didn't want to force it.
Jamar walked me in the massive house through the French doors and sat me down on the microfiber black couch. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back," he excused himself to go upstairs. The floor was white with swirls of grey marble, the television facing me had to be at the most seventy inches. He has a tiger colored rug in front of the couch with a small table and a chandelier hanging down. The stairs that led upstairs looked to be made of red velvet and spiraled up, I loved them. There wasn't much I could tell about the kitchen or what was behind me, there was so many doors you could operate this place as a maze. The ceiling was even painted nicely, I couldn't make out the design but it struck me as random swirls of random colors. I imagine that Jamar purchasing this house and paying for renovations barely broke his wallet, the man could buy out the NBA if he wanted to and do whatever he wanted with them. I heard a door close behind up faintly, I leaned back on the couch. "Sorry about that," he called from the balcony, I looked up to see him, the distance between us probably made me look small from his view. "I'm going to teach you the cocaine business the first since there's more to do," he continued. I got excited as I continued waiting on Jamar, I was on my way to living the life I always wanted and the life anyone would want.