Chapter Eight: The Job
Manny was walking out of the mall, six shopping bags in hand. She had gone into the mall to find an outfit for that night's party, and walked out with a new spring wardrobe. She shrugged. It wasn't like she didn't have the money.
As she rounded the corner where the bathrooms were, a person came out from behind her and grabbed her, clapping their hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. She tried anyway, but nothing could be heard.
"Shut up, it's me." The low voice said into her ear. Sean! "I need to talk to you." He let her go, and she turned around and glared at him.
"You scared the shit out of me." She said.
"We need to talk." He said.
"So talk."
"Not here." Sean replied.
"Then where?"
"Come on." Sean and Manny walked into the girl's bathroom and into the big, handicapped stall. Sean shut and locked the door, and then walked over to the toilet, standing on top of it so no one could see his shoes.
"What's going on, Sean?" Manny asked.
"Marin's on to you." Sean replied.
"You're kidding." Manny said softly. Sean shook his head.
"He ordered us to find 'this Manny guy' and everyone that works for him." Sean replied. "Manny, you need to stop. Or cut back. Or stay away from Toronto."
Manny laughed. "He thinks I'm a guy?"
"Yeah."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. I'm still Maria to him. I can still do what I'm doing and have nothing happen to me."
"Manny, think logically. He's gotten this far, all he has to do is start asking around, and you're dead." Sean said. "Come on, you don't wanna die."
Manny rolled her eyes. "Don't be so melodramatic, Sean. I'm not gonna die. I made ten thousand dollars this week. I'm invincible. Nothing is gonna happen to me."
"What about Jimmy, or Craig, or JT?"
"Sean, they're safe as kittens. You have nothing to worry about." She unlocked the stall and walked out of the bathroom. Sean hit the wall angrily.
That was the last time he'd do something nice for Manny Santos.
Meanwhile...
JT was biking home to change clothes before Jimmy's party, and he was on top of the world. He had five hundred dollars in his pocket and knew he was guaranteed more. Nothing could bring him down.
That was probably why he didn't notice the black car following him for the past fifteen minutes. Finally though, he did, and felt his stomach turn.
'Don't panic.' He thought. 'Whatever you do, don't panic.' As he sped up on his bike, the car sped up. The car went much faster than the bike. JT kept telling himself not to panic, but as the car pulled up mere inches away from JT, he panicked.
"Shit!" he yelled. The car suddenly hit him, sending his body flying over some trash cans. He hit the concrete sidewalk with a thud.
As he lay on the sidewalk in pain, the car quickly hit in reverse and sped on down the road.
Later...
Manny walked into Jimmy's apartment, where Craig, Spinner, Paige, Marco, Dylan, Ellie, Hazel, Terri, and Ashley were currently hanging out.
"Hey guys." She said. "Where's JT?" she asked as she took her coat off.
Jimmy shrugged. "Dunno. He said he was coming."
A few seconds later, Ashley's cell phone rang.
"Hello? Toby, what do you...oh my god. Oh my god. Well is he...alright. Okay. Bye." Ashley hung up her phone, her face pale.
"Ash, what is it?" Craig asked.
"JT's in the hospital." She said in disbelief. "Toby said he got hit by a car."
Manny and Jimmy looked at each other fearfully. While Jimmy had no clue about Manny's involvement with Dean, he definitely knew who Dean Marin was, and that they were taking a big risk by selling drugs in the first place. He grabbed his jacket.
"Let's go."
Later...
"Did you see anyone? What kind of car was it?" Craig questioned.
JT shrugged as he lay in the hospital bed, with a broken arm, leg, and collar bone. "I have no idea. All I know is I'm minding my own business, and wham! JT goes flying. It was like that ET scene, only instead of the moon, I got trashcans as my background. Lovely." He said sarcastically.
"So you have no idea who could've done this." Craig stated.
"I do." Manny spoke up. "It was Dean's guys."
"How do you know?" Jimmy asked. "I mean, I don't doubt it, but we need proof."
Manny suddenly looked guilty. "Sean Cameron told me that Dean knows who I am."
Jimmy clenched his fists. "Sean Cameron, huh? And how would he know?"
"He works for Dean." Manny replied.
"Okay, wait a minute, Manny. You're gonna have to explain this to me, because I'm not getting it!" Craig yelled. "You're telling me you're friends with the enemy?"
"Sean is not the enemy. He's doing the same thing I'm doing...trying to get the hell out of the ghetto. But you two wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Manny yelled back.
"Don't make this into a class thing, Manny, because it isn't!" Jimmy said. "This is about you consorting with Sean!"
"Hey, Sean is saving our ass by telling me. At least we know what we're up against." Manny shot back.
"Saving our ass? Look at JT! He's laying up in a hospital bed! Did Sean save his ass? I don't think so!" Craig yelled. "You're putting all of us at risk because you have a soft spot for low class losers!"
"Hey fuck you, Craig!" Manny yelled. "Fuck you! Go back to your car dealer step dad in your nice little house, where you don't have to work for shit! Never had to work for shit in your life, because Daddy paid for it all!"
"Shut up." Craig growled.
"Yeah, it's okay if he beat you, because he'd buy you something after, right?" Manny kept on. "Black eye for a GI Joe?"
"If you weren't a girl, I swear to god..." Craig threatened.
"Hey! Craig, don't threaten her!" Jimmy said. "Manny, you are way outta line."
"I don't need your help, Jimmy. You, on the other hand, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to sell. You have no connections, no street cred. All you have is a nice house in a ritzy neighborhood, and two thousand pairs of Air Jordans. You guys bitch over new Mustangs and new shoes, when I actually want a life for myself. But I help you guys anyway, help you afford said Mustangs and said new shoes, and this is how you repay me. By blaming everything on me!" Manny yelled. "Well you know what? I don't need you. I have my supplier, I have all my sources, and that's all I need. Pointe blank. See how far you get without me!" She slammed the hospital door, storming down the hall.
"Bitch." Craig muttered.
"Watch it." Jimmy said, glaring at him, before leaving to chase after Manny.
"Yeah, just leave JT here. He's fine, he can take care of himself." JT said sarcastically.
"Shut up." Craig replied.
Later...
"So we have tracked down his location, is that right?" Dean asked Cole, his right hand man.
"That's right, boss. Degrassi." Cole replied.
"Did you get the names of his associates?" Dean replied.
"Craig Manning, Jimmy Brooks, and JT Yorke. But Morris already took out Yorke. Ran his ass right over." Cole replied.
"Alright, good work. Sean!" Dean yelled. "Get your ass in here!"
Sean poked his head into the VIP room at Solid Gold strip club. He had been entertaining himself on the main floor by imagining installing one of those poles in Emma's bedroom.
"What's up?" Sean asked.
"Sit down, my man." Dean replied. Sean sat down in the seat across from him, his stare unwavering. Dean pulled out a Beretta forty five caliber hand gun and laid it on the table. Sean kept staring at Dean.
"You don't scare easily, do you, Cameron?" Dean asked.
"Not really, no. I figure you've gotta die sometime." Sean replied.
"Man with no fear. Just what I need." Dean paused. "You know how to use one of these?"
"Like the back of my hand." Sean replied.
"Great." Dean replied. "I've got a job for you then. Ten thousand dollars."
"What is it?" Sean asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"I need you to go Degrassi, and take care of something for me. I have this list...Manny Santos, JT Yorke, Jimmy Brooks, and Craig Manning." Dean replied.
Sean's eyes widened. "What about them?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I need you to kill Manny Santos, and all his friends." Dean responded.
Manny was walking out of the mall, six shopping bags in hand. She had gone into the mall to find an outfit for that night's party, and walked out with a new spring wardrobe. She shrugged. It wasn't like she didn't have the money.
As she rounded the corner where the bathrooms were, a person came out from behind her and grabbed her, clapping their hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. She tried anyway, but nothing could be heard.
"Shut up, it's me." The low voice said into her ear. Sean! "I need to talk to you." He let her go, and she turned around and glared at him.
"You scared the shit out of me." She said.
"We need to talk." He said.
"So talk."
"Not here." Sean replied.
"Then where?"
"Come on." Sean and Manny walked into the girl's bathroom and into the big, handicapped stall. Sean shut and locked the door, and then walked over to the toilet, standing on top of it so no one could see his shoes.
"What's going on, Sean?" Manny asked.
"Marin's on to you." Sean replied.
"You're kidding." Manny said softly. Sean shook his head.
"He ordered us to find 'this Manny guy' and everyone that works for him." Sean replied. "Manny, you need to stop. Or cut back. Or stay away from Toronto."
Manny laughed. "He thinks I'm a guy?"
"Yeah."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. I'm still Maria to him. I can still do what I'm doing and have nothing happen to me."
"Manny, think logically. He's gotten this far, all he has to do is start asking around, and you're dead." Sean said. "Come on, you don't wanna die."
Manny rolled her eyes. "Don't be so melodramatic, Sean. I'm not gonna die. I made ten thousand dollars this week. I'm invincible. Nothing is gonna happen to me."
"What about Jimmy, or Craig, or JT?"
"Sean, they're safe as kittens. You have nothing to worry about." She unlocked the stall and walked out of the bathroom. Sean hit the wall angrily.
That was the last time he'd do something nice for Manny Santos.
Meanwhile...
JT was biking home to change clothes before Jimmy's party, and he was on top of the world. He had five hundred dollars in his pocket and knew he was guaranteed more. Nothing could bring him down.
That was probably why he didn't notice the black car following him for the past fifteen minutes. Finally though, he did, and felt his stomach turn.
'Don't panic.' He thought. 'Whatever you do, don't panic.' As he sped up on his bike, the car sped up. The car went much faster than the bike. JT kept telling himself not to panic, but as the car pulled up mere inches away from JT, he panicked.
"Shit!" he yelled. The car suddenly hit him, sending his body flying over some trash cans. He hit the concrete sidewalk with a thud.
As he lay on the sidewalk in pain, the car quickly hit in reverse and sped on down the road.
Later...
Manny walked into Jimmy's apartment, where Craig, Spinner, Paige, Marco, Dylan, Ellie, Hazel, Terri, and Ashley were currently hanging out.
"Hey guys." She said. "Where's JT?" she asked as she took her coat off.
Jimmy shrugged. "Dunno. He said he was coming."
A few seconds later, Ashley's cell phone rang.
"Hello? Toby, what do you...oh my god. Oh my god. Well is he...alright. Okay. Bye." Ashley hung up her phone, her face pale.
"Ash, what is it?" Craig asked.
"JT's in the hospital." She said in disbelief. "Toby said he got hit by a car."
Manny and Jimmy looked at each other fearfully. While Jimmy had no clue about Manny's involvement with Dean, he definitely knew who Dean Marin was, and that they were taking a big risk by selling drugs in the first place. He grabbed his jacket.
"Let's go."
Later...
"Did you see anyone? What kind of car was it?" Craig questioned.
JT shrugged as he lay in the hospital bed, with a broken arm, leg, and collar bone. "I have no idea. All I know is I'm minding my own business, and wham! JT goes flying. It was like that ET scene, only instead of the moon, I got trashcans as my background. Lovely." He said sarcastically.
"So you have no idea who could've done this." Craig stated.
"I do." Manny spoke up. "It was Dean's guys."
"How do you know?" Jimmy asked. "I mean, I don't doubt it, but we need proof."
Manny suddenly looked guilty. "Sean Cameron told me that Dean knows who I am."
Jimmy clenched his fists. "Sean Cameron, huh? And how would he know?"
"He works for Dean." Manny replied.
"Okay, wait a minute, Manny. You're gonna have to explain this to me, because I'm not getting it!" Craig yelled. "You're telling me you're friends with the enemy?"
"Sean is not the enemy. He's doing the same thing I'm doing...trying to get the hell out of the ghetto. But you two wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Manny yelled back.
"Don't make this into a class thing, Manny, because it isn't!" Jimmy said. "This is about you consorting with Sean!"
"Hey, Sean is saving our ass by telling me. At least we know what we're up against." Manny shot back.
"Saving our ass? Look at JT! He's laying up in a hospital bed! Did Sean save his ass? I don't think so!" Craig yelled. "You're putting all of us at risk because you have a soft spot for low class losers!"
"Hey fuck you, Craig!" Manny yelled. "Fuck you! Go back to your car dealer step dad in your nice little house, where you don't have to work for shit! Never had to work for shit in your life, because Daddy paid for it all!"
"Shut up." Craig growled.
"Yeah, it's okay if he beat you, because he'd buy you something after, right?" Manny kept on. "Black eye for a GI Joe?"
"If you weren't a girl, I swear to god..." Craig threatened.
"Hey! Craig, don't threaten her!" Jimmy said. "Manny, you are way outta line."
"I don't need your help, Jimmy. You, on the other hand, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to sell. You have no connections, no street cred. All you have is a nice house in a ritzy neighborhood, and two thousand pairs of Air Jordans. You guys bitch over new Mustangs and new shoes, when I actually want a life for myself. But I help you guys anyway, help you afford said Mustangs and said new shoes, and this is how you repay me. By blaming everything on me!" Manny yelled. "Well you know what? I don't need you. I have my supplier, I have all my sources, and that's all I need. Pointe blank. See how far you get without me!" She slammed the hospital door, storming down the hall.
"Bitch." Craig muttered.
"Watch it." Jimmy said, glaring at him, before leaving to chase after Manny.
"Yeah, just leave JT here. He's fine, he can take care of himself." JT said sarcastically.
"Shut up." Craig replied.
Later...
"So we have tracked down his location, is that right?" Dean asked Cole, his right hand man.
"That's right, boss. Degrassi." Cole replied.
"Did you get the names of his associates?" Dean replied.
"Craig Manning, Jimmy Brooks, and JT Yorke. But Morris already took out Yorke. Ran his ass right over." Cole replied.
"Alright, good work. Sean!" Dean yelled. "Get your ass in here!"
Sean poked his head into the VIP room at Solid Gold strip club. He had been entertaining himself on the main floor by imagining installing one of those poles in Emma's bedroom.
"What's up?" Sean asked.
"Sit down, my man." Dean replied. Sean sat down in the seat across from him, his stare unwavering. Dean pulled out a Beretta forty five caliber hand gun and laid it on the table. Sean kept staring at Dean.
"You don't scare easily, do you, Cameron?" Dean asked.
"Not really, no. I figure you've gotta die sometime." Sean replied.
"Man with no fear. Just what I need." Dean paused. "You know how to use one of these?"
"Like the back of my hand." Sean replied.
"Great." Dean replied. "I've got a job for you then. Ten thousand dollars."
"What is it?" Sean asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"I need you to go Degrassi, and take care of something for me. I have this list...Manny Santos, JT Yorke, Jimmy Brooks, and Craig Manning." Dean replied.
Sean's eyes widened. "What about them?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I need you to kill Manny Santos, and all his friends." Dean responded.
