Don't mess with Asha Black *currently editing*

5- unexpected

“Sometimes I feel like the older one between us.” I sighed and started walking out the door to deliver the package to Mr. I’m-always-high-as-fuck.

“But you love it,” He said wiggling his eyebrows at me as I walked out the door. I just shook my head and started walking to my location.

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“Ah, just in time, man; I needed some more! I got more cash, so can I buy more weed?” He said looking pretty stoned already. Yep you guessed it, I sell drugs as well. Don’t get me wrong the pay is great, but I hate knowing that cops could easily see me selling them. I don’t want to go to prison- well juvie yet just because I’m trying to earn some cash.

“Nah sorry man; I’ve only got this,” I said raising the package.

“Don’t you have any on you?” He asked.

“No, I don’t do drugs. I only sell ‘em,” I said a little annoyed that he wasn’t giving me the money so I could go.

“Well I gotta spend it somehow,” He said wiggling his eyebrows in a perverted manor. Ugh! This is another reason I hate this job.

“Go spend it on some decent mouth wash,” I spat at him “Now just give me the cash so I can finish my shift ‘cause I got more to do.”

“Ok, ok girl, I only wanted a little fun,” He said raising his hands in defeat then went back inside to grab something which was assumedly the cash.

While he was gone, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs and I knew it wasn’t Mr. I’m-always-high-as-fuck because he went a different way. If it’s a cop, I’m running for it and taking the package with me so they don’t have evidence that I was selling drugs.

Instead of seeing a cop, or at least a suspicious looking one, I saw none other than Dean’s friend. I was thankful that I wore my hood every time I had to deliver a package, and had gotten used to it, or else I would have had him see me and then I would be in a load of trouble.

“Ah, so you’re the pretty lady my dad always wants to bang whenever you sell him a package.” he said and I inwardly cringed at what his dad wanted to do to me. “Well I don’t blame him. You got a smoking body there, why don’t you take off the hood so I can see the babe behind it?” He smirked and reached for the hood.

I waited until he got a little closer then was fast to react. My hand flew to grab his wrist in a tight hold so he couldn’t move it. “Unless you want me to break off this arm, I suggest you leave the hood alone,” I said in a menacingly cold tone.

I saw and felt him tense in my hold at the ‘scariness’ in my tone.

“O-Ok” He stuttered and I let go of his hand so he could pull it to his side.

“Dude does it seriously take that long to get a bottle of-” I heard Dean say from the stairs until he realised that there was someone at the door. He walked down the stairs and finished his sentence “Water.” which sounded more like he was asking what drink he was getting. Obviously they had alcohol or something like that because of the smell and they also thought of themselves as ‘bad boys’.

“Well hello there sexy thing what can we do for you?” Dean said when he reached the door.

“That’s the chick dad was talking about.” Dean’s friend said, more to Dean, but it was loud enough for me to hear as well.

“Look I really just want the money so I can go and deliver the rest of the packages.” I sighed and put a hand on my hip.

“What’s a lovely lady like you doing selling drugs to old guys?” Dean said trying to put on a seductive smirk, but if anything it made me even more repulsed by it. He completely ignored my pervious statement which angered me even more.

First the old guy was trying to get me into bed with him, and he is taking forever even when he knew I had more deliveries, but then his son comes down and starts hitting on me, and then Dean walked in! I only need to see Dean to be pissed, but when he tried to ‘bed’ me like a slut I got even more pissed.

“I can handle myself and I would greatly appreciate it if you told Mr. I’m-always-high-as-fuck to get me the damn money before I leave and don’t come back for a few weeks.” I growled.

“And what will you do for us?” Dean smirked.

“I’ll leave your balls to live another day,” I snarled.

“I’d like to see you try to damage the package.” he smirked, but then his friend interrupted him.

“I wouldn’t try to piss her off because she’s strong, like Black Dragon strong, probably,” he said in alarm, but Dean scoffed.

“She,” Dean said pointing to me, “Is probably just a little slut too weak to handle herself, but has to sell drugs because her father owns it or something.” he snorted. “Now watch and learn Brad. This is how you drag a girl who won’t go if you ask her,” Dean said and grabbed me by the arm.

I, of course, wanted to see what moves he would pull, so I let him fling me over his shoulder. I knew easily how to get out of this one and knew he would just carry me over his shoulder the whole way up so I decided to act fast.

“And this is how to get out of being carried on someone’s shoulder,” I said and kicked him in his family jewels very hard. Just before he fell over, I lifted my upper body and put my hands on his shoulder so that they were straight then I put myself on the ground while he fell to the ground groaning in pain. The look of horror on Brad’s face made me want to laugh so hard, but then what he said next shocked me the most.

“Asha?”       

SHIT! My hoodie must have fallen off while I was getting off Deans’ back. I decided to just play dumb though.

“Who’s Asha?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

“You’re Asha,” Brad said, looking at me like I had gone insane.

“No I’m May.” I said the first name that came to mind.

“Then what’s your last name?” He asked sceptically. I know how I’m going to play this! I’m going to pretend to have a twin that I never knew about! I’m a genius.

“Black,” I said, looking at him as if he were crazy. “Look, whoever you are, I just need the cash, and then I’m outta here. I don’t know anyone by the name of Aster or Aspen or whatever.”

“But you look exactly like Asha!” Dean exclaimed as he got up from the ground.

“Are you like her best friend or something?” I asked Dean.

“No,” he said emotionlessly. What was that meant to mean?

“Yea well, I’m going to get the money and go.” I said when Brad’s dad came. I took the money, left the package and put my hood back on. Then I made my way to the next house. I can already tell that this is going to be a long night.