Taking Chances, Learning to Love--Chapter Seven
Russ walked Jon outside the school building. "You sure you okay?" Russ asked as Jon's face paled when they prepared to seperate. "Yeah, sure," Jon said with a goofy, fake grin.
Jon ran off, following his friends. Russ went to the station and grabbed a bike that didn't have enough that would give him away and started riding around.
Russ spotted a small figure that he thought was Jon, but when he went up to him he saw that it was a younger boy, one that could've been a little brother, but he knew Jon only had a little sister.
He decided to go closer to where he had been told the Holtzclaw's lived, and was near an alley when he heard a famaliar voice. Since it hadn't changed yet, it was still a little high-pithced, a little girly. But he could tell that it was Jon's because it had a slangy-accent to it.
He peaked behind the alley and saw Jon, who looked morbid and tired, hand a bag of drugs to a guy. "Remember to tell your father; next week at five, here," he said. The guy walked off, leaving Jon a little shaky.
Russ rode out quickly so Jon wouldn't see him and rode to the fire station. "I know when we can get him!" he said, exasperated.
"When?' TC asked quickly. "Next week, at five, in the alley near his house. THat means I can go back to my class, right?" he asked hopefully.
"No, Russ, they might change it and we want to make sure Jon is safe." TC said.
Russ groaned, "but those kids are animals!"
"Sorry, Granger," TC said.
Russ walked Jon outside the school building. "You sure you okay?" Russ asked as Jon's face paled when they prepared to seperate. "Yeah, sure," Jon said with a goofy, fake grin.
Jon ran off, following his friends. Russ went to the station and grabbed a bike that didn't have enough that would give him away and started riding around.
Russ spotted a small figure that he thought was Jon, but when he went up to him he saw that it was a younger boy, one that could've been a little brother, but he knew Jon only had a little sister.
He decided to go closer to where he had been told the Holtzclaw's lived, and was near an alley when he heard a famaliar voice. Since it hadn't changed yet, it was still a little high-pithced, a little girly. But he could tell that it was Jon's because it had a slangy-accent to it.
He peaked behind the alley and saw Jon, who looked morbid and tired, hand a bag of drugs to a guy. "Remember to tell your father; next week at five, here," he said. The guy walked off, leaving Jon a little shaky.
Russ rode out quickly so Jon wouldn't see him and rode to the fire station. "I know when we can get him!" he said, exasperated.
"When?' TC asked quickly. "Next week, at five, in the alley near his house. THat means I can go back to my class, right?" he asked hopefully.
"No, Russ, they might change it and we want to make sure Jon is safe." TC said.
Russ groaned, "but those kids are animals!"
"Sorry, Granger," TC said.