Don't play games, it could be dangerous {Darius}

[bawoozle]

someone's blank stare deemed it warfare

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Darius owed him. Darius owed him big time. Xavier had happily given the other drugs for pay of course. But, the other says to him ‘No problem, I’ll get the money sometime soon and pay the fee.’ So there Xavier was sitting there waiting for pay. Of course he was pissed, he needed money for drugs. Not just assurance of pay, he needed it. That little bastard didn't even contact him at all. Of course they went to the same school; he knew what dorm that little punk was in. Xavier had this all planned out, he was going to break into that bastard’s dorm and steal the drugs back if he already hadn’t used them. Which Xavier figured he hadn't, but he wouldn't know for sure until he confronted Darius. That little asshole had it coming.

Xavier brought a gun for protection for going to and from the dorm; him being a drug dealer a lot of people had grudges against him for not giving them their drugs at a cheap price. Truth be told he never left his house without one, though usually he wasn’t at home. He usually dwelled the streets every night, spending his money on cheap motels. Though he did come home when his parents asked only being a slightly obedient son to his adoptive parents, so they would not worry about him. Although plenty of cops would have it in for drug dealers like him he was a teenager and usually got off the hook. But now that he was 18 he could be put into jail, so he traveled the back streets to the dorm.

The walk to Baum was quiet, only because he was taking back roads to Baum. Though the distant sound of horns and yelling could be heard, as if anywhere in New York City was free of those common sounds of the bustling city. When he got to the dorms he was silent as he slunk down the halls wandering hoping he remembered the correct dorm number. Though it took him sometime he finally did spot Darius’ dorm and he scanned it over before banging on the door with his fist.
“Hey, get the hell out of your dorm, asshole,” He paused taking a breath. “We need to talk about a certain payment.”

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someone's mouth said paint them all red

377 WORDS
DARIUS ! IS TAGGED
clothes IS WHAT I'M WEARING
loldrugs I SAY!
CREDIT TO: DANNIPERSON OF CAUTION!!

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

MY COALITION SPECIALIZES IN COLLISION
THE CLASH OF OF THE CLIQUES
( the duel of the iron man )

He shoved the CD into the player, shoving the top closed with a totally sexy “click”. He loved the goddamn click that CD player top made. For realz. He would totally bone that click if it had a twat.

Infamous cartel, visible evidence
We scarred well, associated team benevolence
Never hesitant, opposition gettin’ settled here with
Sharp shit that’ll rip through.

Darius bobbed his head along to the words, kicking back onto his bed and lighting up a butt to pass the time. 1 in the morning on a Saturday night and the Dare Hare was lazin’ around, doing absolutely nothing. This was his life. These nights, crashed in his dorm all hopped up on the tunes, these wild ragers out on the town and the bangin’ chicks he brought home, seventeen, man. Seventeen on his own in the City that Ever Leaps or whatever the fuck it was called. He would totally do this forever. Totally, man.

“Dun, I’m about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff, toss me the fifth so I can bless the God with the gift…” Darius rapped along to the song, knowing that he would totally make the best Big Noyd of any day of the week. The Dare Hare as a rapper. Man, hoes would tap that.

Tonight had been wild. He’d hit up that 40/40 club on the upper West Side, with the biggest booze selection in the entire goddamn world. And now he was in for an early night. What a perfect, perfect-

“Hey, get the hell out of your dorm, asshole,” He paused taking a breath. “We need to talk about a certain payment.”

Shit. Shit.

Shitshitshitshitshitfucktits. Fucking fuck fuck dipturd in a douchebag.

He sprang up from his bed, scurrying around his room and gathering every trace of bud he could find, shoving them under his bed. Shit, shit, where else was it…it was scattered all over his damn room. Fuck, fuck, this was gonna take so much fucking time to hide, and he totally didn’t got the paper.

“Yo, Xave, my man!” he called, swearing again under his breath and tossing an old plastic bag out the window. “Uh, sorry bro, kinda busy at the mo…mind comin’ back later?”

Shit. He was fucked. He was so, so fucked.

words;
tagged;Xavier!
music;Nah Bro
outfit;It Be Dis Shit
notes;Soexcited
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