A/N: Roll up, roll up… Take your seats ladies and gentlemen… Update number 3 in 24 hours comin up right here right now!

Just quickly wanna give a wave to my Mexican readers… all 1 of you… in every story I write I always have a single Mexican reader, I don't know if you're the same person but… Gracias mi amigo, agradezco su lectura de mis historias en nombre de su país… anyway, that's enough Spanish for me today… on with the show :)

Chapter 2

Phil was rummaging angrily through his locker… they'd already been through it. They'd gotten everything they said they would, plus extra. Fortunately Chuckie had gym first thing today. Because of the rain they stayed inside and seeing as Chuckie didn't do much during gym anyway, his kit was still pretty clean. So he leant it to Phil to wear for the day.

Just as he was about to explode, Tommy came up next to him, so he had to keep his cool for now.

"What happened to those pictures of you and Lil you usually keep on the inside of your locker door?" Tommy asked, confused.

"I took 'em home yesterday." Phil lied, closing his locker door.

"Really? I'm pretty sure they were in there when you closed it yesterday before we left." Tommy questioned.

"Yes… really!" Phil retorted angrily.

"Is there somethin you wanna talk about?" Tommy said, trying to be caring for his friend, he knew something was wrong.

"THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT PICKLES!" Phil shouted, punching his locker as hard as could; leaving a dent in it.

Nearly everybody in the corridor stopped what they were doing to stare at Phil and Tommy. Phil was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. Tommy looked around at everyone, slightly embarrassed by his friend's outburst.

"Then perhaps we should go and talk about nothing somewhere where there are not quite so many people." Tommy suggested, lowering his voice a little, so at least not everyone in the corridor could hear what he was saying.

Phil regained control of his breathing and realized that Tommy would probably get it out of him eventually and that he'd rather he let it out where no one else would hear what he has to say.

"Fine." He whispered.

And with that, he started to make his way outside, with Tommy following close behind. Everybody's eyes watched the two boys leave as people started to get back to whatever it was they were doing before.

As Phil and Tommy got outside, Phil rounded the corner of the building and slumped down against the wall beside a horrible smelling dumpster that had flies buzzing all around it.

"You sure know how to pick a place." Tommy commented with mock disgust.

Phil just sighed and stared straight ahead at the passing cars. Tommy sat down beside him and leaned against the wall as well.

"So…" Tommy started but did not finish.

"So…" Phil repeated.

There was a moment of silence before Tommy thought of something to say.

"Is there a problem Phil? Ya know we can help if you just tell us what's wrong."

Phil didn't give a response straight away, he continued to stare ahead, mulling over whether or not he should Tommy, or in fact, exactly what he would tell him.

"It's not that simple Tommy." He said solemnly.

"Oh…" Tommy replied, dejectedly, "…Isn't there anything we can do?"

Another moment of silence passed before Phil responded again.

"Not really, not that I can think of." Phil said, sighing again.

"Well, maybe if you tell me what happened, I could think of a way to help you."

Phil thought it over in his head, weighing up whether or not it would help the situation at all if he told Tommy what happened this morning. Tommy just sat there, looking at him, waiting for him to respond, he would sit there quietly until Phil told him. Phil inhaled deeply and then exhaled just as much.

"Alright, but you can't tell anyone else!" Phil demanded.

"Not even Lil?" Tommy asked.

"Especially not Lil!" Phil almost growled, pointing his finger menacingly at his friend.

"But I thought you told each other everything." Tommy said, confused.

"Not this time," Phil responded, "now can I trust you or not?"

"Of course, not a word about this will leave my lips." Tommy promised, crossing his heart.

"Alright then, he goes…" Phil started… But he was interrupted by the school bell.

He turned to look at Tommy, who just stared back at him blankly.

"Are you not going to go to class?" Phil asked quizzically.

"Not when a friend has something important on their mind and it's bothering them, which it seems to be." Tommy answered matter-of-factly.

"Alright…" Phil continued, "It started this morning…"

(Flashback mode)

Phil was woken up by a loud and annoying buzzing sound next to his head. He lifted his head ever so slightly from his pillow so that he could twist it to look at his phone on the table next to his bed. He noticed Lil's bed was empty and just assumed she was in the shower or having breakfast.

He picked up his phone and looked into it as the bright backlight from the screen shone directly into his eyes, almost blinding him in his half asleep state. He saw the message on the screen… 1 SMS, unknown number. Intrigued, he picked it up and opened the text. What he saw nearly made his eyes pop out of their sockets… Samantha Shane had text him, asking him to meet her before school in the alley, down the side of their school.

He immediately jumped out of bed and pulled on the nearest set of clothes he could get his hands on. He then slicked his hair back in the mirror and grabbed his backpack from beside the door before running downstairs, grabbing a slice of toast off the table as he headed out the door.

He started to head towards the school but taking a slight detour to take him round the side, where the alley's entrance was. As he approached the alley a cold breeze suddenly whipped past him and down the alley. He set off down the track hoping to see the girl he'd been crushing on for a year now. But instead he saw nothing. He got about midway before he decided she probably got cold and headed for school instead.

As he turned around a tall dark figure stepped out of the shadows into his path. He recognized the dimly lit features of one of the school bullies; Cameron. But Cameron was merely a henchman, which meant at least one more would show up in the next few seconds. True to his thoughts, another figure stepped up behind Cameron, another tall guy; Will. But again, not the leader. Phil swiftly turned back the other way and tried to run, but immediately crashed into yet another bulky form and tumbled to the ground… this time he knew who it was without even looking up. This was Dirk…He definitely was the leader.

"Watch where you're goin DeVille!" Dirk exclaimed as Phil picked himself up.

"What are you doing here and what do you want Dirk?!" Phil growled at him.

"Did your mommy never teach you not to listen to texts from unknown numbers?!" Cameron taunted from behind him.

Realization had just hit Phil… He'd been set up! Phil didn't say anything, he just frowned.

"You didn't answer my question!" Phil retorted, trying to act tough.

"Fair enough." Dirk replied with a sinister grin.

Phil suddenly wished he hadn't asked.

"You're gonna be our drug mule," Dirk announced, "and you're gonna do what we say, when we say it! We're gonna make advance payments to our dealer, and you're going to go and collect and deliver for us. Cause we can't risk walking round in public with the stuff!"

"And if I refuse?" Phil asked boldly, but immediately wishing he could retract the statement.

The 3 bullies just started laughing.

"If you refuse, or if you tell anyone, then we know a certain good looking sister of yours that… well, how should I put this? We gonna 'tap that'!" He grinned.

"Ha!" Phil exclaimed, "you think she'd do anything with you guys?!"

"She wouldn't have a choice!" Dirk growled, still smiling evilly.

A heavy frown adorned Phil's face, nobody talked like that about his twin sister! He ran full speed towards Dirk, attempting to tackle him, but Dirk just batted him aside with the back of his beefy hand. As he lay sprawled on the floor, Cameron and Will piled on him and started laying punches into all parts of his body, from his face to his stomach.

"Boys, that's enough! Ditch him over the fence!" Dirk ordered.

Following his orders, Cameron grabbed Phil's arms, and Will grabbed his legs. They swung him until he had gained a decent amount of height, before they let go and threw him over the fence. Parts of his clothes caught on the fence as he came down face first into the mud of the far soccer field.

"Job well done boys!" Dirk exclaimed as they walked off laughing, "We'll be helping ourselves to any valuables you have in your locker DeVille."

Phil just lay there for a few minutes, trying to regain his breath. They had knocked the wind out of him, and he would need all the air he could get; he had to cross the lengths of several soccer fields before he even got close to the school. As he looked up at the grey school it began to rain… heavily… Phil got up and began his long trudge toward the school.

"Wow…" was all Tommy could say, "that would explain your appearance this morning."

"Yeah." Phil said, staring over his curled up knees at his feet.

"…and the photos of you and Lil from your locker?"

"They took em." Phil whispered.

"Well, you've gotta tell someone! A teacher or the police or someone like that!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Were you not listening?! They said I can't tell anyone, and neither can you…" Phil turned and shouted.

"…or else they'll do things to Lil." he whispered.

"So you're just gonna do what they tell you to and risk getting arrested?!" Tommy cried out.

"It's better than the alternative." Phil said to himself.

Tommy felt sorry for his friend. He had been put in a tough position and chosen the option to risk himself in order to take care of his sister. He wasn't sure which decision he would've made in the same situation. He was just thankful he wasn't in that situation. Tommy stood up to go back to however much of his class was left.

"You need to tell someone Phil," he said sadly, "this is dangerous, and you can't do this yourself."

"Just stick to your promise Pickles!" Phil said quietly.

"I will for now. But if you don't tell anyone, and I think you're in danger or gonna get in trouble, then I'll have to tell someone." He said, walking away round the corner.

Phil sat there for a few moments. His eyes welled up and a silent tear slid down his cheek. He wiped it away with the back of his now slightly cleaner hand before getting up to go to his next class.

A/N: A longer and slightly emotional chapter here, I'm hoping it went down well with you lot… cause if it didn't, I'm pretty much screwed and just wasted exactly 2 hours of my life… so please review so I know it wasn't a waste! :)

Still… I hope you enjoyed it, and take a look at my other stories… believe it or not I'm proud of most of them and spent a long time on each. :)

P.S. This time, I did have an idea in my head for where I was going with this one so I hope that showed through in the form of some damn good writing and a darn good read. :)