#territory

— SAM CORLETT, territory season one

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CHAPTER 01.

𐔌 FAIR WARNINGS:

-language, drug use, violence, slow burn, sexual themes, modern au.

𐔌 PAIRING.

plug! connie × plug! poc! y/n

𐔌WC: 1.4k

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LOCATION: LSU OFF CAMPUS APTS.

3:30PM

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- THE FIRST TIME I heard Connie Springers name , I ignored it. The second I heard his name , I rolled my eyes. By the tenth time I heard his name I was ready to tell everyone to shut the fuck up.

Apparently Connie was this. Apparently Connie was that. Apparently Connie ran LSU.

I guess I gotta see this shit for myself.

Moving from Chicago to Baton Rouge wasn't on my bucket list, but here I was standing outside my apartment with two duffel bags, a backpack, and enough product to pay my rent. The Louisiana heat was disrespectful. I shut my car door and looked up at the apartment building.

New city. New school. New money.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Sasha.

-

📲.

"Hello?"

"Bitch, are you here yet?" she yelled before I could even say anything.

I laughed. "Girl, I just got here."

"Good. Hurry up and unpack. Everybody wanna meet you tonight."

Everybody?

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't even know nobody."

"You know me."

"Unfortunately."

"Girl, shut up."

I could practically hear her rolling her eyes through the phone.

"And wear something cute."

The line went dead.

I shook my head and shoved my phone back into my pocket. As I grabbed my bags, a group of students walked past me. One of them laughed and said, "Nah, ask Connie."

Connie.

Again.

I paused for a second before continuing toward my apartment. Maybe LSU really was obsessed with this man. Either way, I wasn't here for him.

I was here for me.

-

As I drag my bags up the steps and fumble with my keys before unlocking the door, I step into the apartment. It was quiet, empty, how I liked it. No roommates, no people touching my stuff, no nosy RA knocking on my door every week. Just me.

I drop my bag onto the couch and look around the apartment. It was nothing crazy but definitely better than the dorms. Two bedrooms, a nice kitchen, and a living room was all I needed. It was enough space to make me feel at home.

I walked into my bedroom and plopped myself on the new bed. For the first time all day it was quiet. No family, no friends, no Chicago, just me and this new city.

I stared at the ceiling for a second before sitting back up. I didn't come to lay around, I came to make money. I made my way to grab my product bag and check all is good when my phone rings.

-

📲.

"Sasha."

"Girl, what?" I answered.

"What you mean 'what'? Are you still in that apartment?" Voice filled with attitude as always.

"I got here not even thirty minutes ago."

"And? Hurry up. Everybody waiting on you."

I rolled my eyes. "You keep saying everybody. Who is everybody?"

"My friends."

"Which ones?"

"All of them."

I groaned .

"Don't do that. They cool."

"If you say so."

"I do say so. Now get dressed and come on."

The line went dead before I could respond.

-

I push myself up from checking the bags and make my way into the bathroom. After a quick shower I throw on a quick black 2 piece and my Marni slides. I throw the product bag over my shoulders and make my way out the door. The drive to Sasha's apartment wasn't long. Baton Rouge was definitely different from Chicago. Less noise, less traffic. Everything felt slower.

A couple minutes later, I pulled into her complex. Before I could even get out the car, Sasha was already standing outside waiting on me.

"About damn time," she said as soon as I walked up.

I laughed and pulled her into a hug. "Missed you too."

She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. "C'mon. Everybody inside."

There she go with that "everybody" shit again.

Sasha practically dragged me through the front door before I could complain. The apartment was already full. "FDO" played through a speaker somewhere in the living room while groups of people sat around talking, laughing, smoking, and minding they business.

The second we walked in, a few heads turned our way.

"There she go," Sasha announced.

A girl sitting on the couch smiled. "So this the girly from Chicago?"

"The one and only," Sasha replied.

I shook my head and softly laughed . "Y'all making me sound famous."

"Nah," one of the guys laughed. "Sasha just been talking about you for months."

I just shook my head and laughed "Damn , so yall knew me before i knew yall"

"Basically" The girl from the couch says.

The next hour flew by faster than I expected. Everybody was cool, way cooler than I thought they'd be. We sat around talking, passing blunts after blunt, listening to music, and laughing about random shit. Most of the stories were from parties, bad hookups, and people getting caught doing shit they ain't have no business doing. I was starting to remember names too.

The girl from the couch was Mikasa. The blonde one who barely talked was Annie. The guy who kept making everybody laugh was Jean. And the one currently trying to convince everybody he could cook was Eren.

"You can't cook," Annie said without even looking up from her phone.

"I can cook."

"You almost burned down the apartment."

"That happened one time."

"It happened twice."

Everybody started laughing.

"You got any papers?" Jean asked, patting his pockets.

"Nah." The random sitting close replied "Damn."

I leaned forward and unzipped my bag.

"What kind you use?" I say looking up from my bag. Everybody got quiet for a second. I pulled out a pack and tossed it to him.

"Good looking." He said catching the papers. "No problem."

As I zipped my bag back up, Mikasa's eyes narrowed.

"Why you got so much stuff in there?" She asked

I looked down. Shit. Between my product ,the papers, grinder, smell-proof bags, and scale, it wasn't exactly hard to figure out.

"You smoke a lot?" Eren asked. I laughed.

"Nah." I say leaning back on the couch and crossing my legs

"Then what's all that for?" Sasha started smiling before I could answer.

"Oh lord." I say rolling my eyes

"What?" Jean asked.

Sasha pointed at me. "Y/N serves."  The room went quiet for about two seconds. Then everybody started talking at once.

"Since when?" "Girl, where?" "Chicago really different."

I laughed and leaned back further into the couch.

"Y'all acting like I just confessed to murder."

"Cause you been sitting here this whole time acting regular," Jean said.

"I am regular."

"Nah," Eren laughed. "You got a scale in your bag. That's not regular."

"Fair enough."

"How long you been doing it?" Mikasa asked.

"Long enough."

"That ain't answer the question."

"It answered enough of it." A few people laughed while Sasha shook her head. "LSU got another hustler now," Jean joked.

"Another?" I asked. The second the word left my mouth, everybody started laughing.

"Oh brother."

"Here we go." I looked between all of them.

"What?"

"You know exactly who the other one is," Eren said.

"Connie?" I say rolling my eyes and taking a breath

"Connie," everybody answered at the same time.

I threw my head back against the couch. "Yo, is that all y'all talk about?"

"Nah," Jean said. "But he been the only one moving around campus for a minute." "And now you here."

I raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"So this should be interesting." Before I could ask what that was supposed to mean, Sasha's phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down at the screen and immediately smiled.

"Oh lord," Annie muttered from the corner. "What?" I asked. Sasha looked up from her phone. "Connie just got back in town." The room suddenly got a lot louder.

The room suddenly got a lot louder. "Tell him pull up."

"Watch, he gon' start complaining."

"He always complaining."

"I ain't seen him in like a week."

I looked around the room as everybody started talking over each other. You would've thought a celebrity was on the way.m"Y'all really love this man," I muttered.

"Love?" Jean laughed. "Wrong word."

"Then why everybody acting like this?"

"You'll see." I rolled my eyes and leaned back into the couch. At this point I was convinced LSU had a shrine dedicated to him somewhere on campus. Maybe he was cool. Maybe he was annoying. Maybe he was both.