After all the drama, Jeff and Greg then went inside to discuss a plan. Greg stretch out his feet on top of the Santos marble glass table. "Well those are my options bro. Turst me I want you to see your eighteenth birthday too."
Jeff rolled his eyes at his best friend. Greg ignored it. "Well okay you don't like the bank idea what about...you have anymore coke left? I'm pretty sure these Lindsay Lohans wanna be need a score"
"I don't know. Pretty much everyone knows me now. If we sell, we should do it downtown" Jeff said. "Let me go to my room and get the stash"
Meanwhile...
Christy had problems of her own dealing with Christian. Inside of his pure white Lincoln Navigator, Christian question Christy about Jeff.
"There's nothing going on Christ-
"Bull shit Christy!! You cheating on me? And with ...him?" Christian turned his nose up at Christy and gave her a look like she was beneath him. "Damn slut"
Her mascara ran down her soft cheeks. "Christian...you were out of control tonight. You promise me you never hit me...and you did!"
Christian bang his fist up against the starring wheel and finally looking at Christy with a evil look in his eyes. Finally the controlling and ruthless side of Christian was coming out, and Christy was terrified.
"...You want to brake up with me?" He asked her. She didn't respond. "Do you?"
Christy nodded no. That didn't satisfy him. "I want to her you say it"
"No" And like a puppy she did what her master told her to.
---
Eric again had to be a tag along with Jeff and Greg and do a mission but this time A.J. went along for the ride. Greg leaned over towards Jeff. "I don't feel comfortable having these two with us. Didn't you learn anything growing up on the streets...Never trust no one"
"Dude all were doing is selling...I'll get my regular customers and up sale a bit no problem" Jeff said in a clam state. When finally arriving on the Strip of LA ,Eric park his BMW in parking lot of the Roxy. Greg turn to both A.J. and Eric.
"You two realize that this is the real deal? That this isn't Grand Theft Auto when your dead...your dead. Since by boy trust you two I'm going to go along with it. Me and Jeff do all the talking you two don't say nothing...got it"
"Are you done already Tony Soprano? Eric you with me, A.J. you with Greg we meet back here in an hour" Jeff said. All men agreed and went their separate ways.
Jeff hit up West Hollywood. It was a Friday night and he'd knew everyone would be lookin' to score. Eric kept quite the whole time until Jeff finally said something. "You okay?"
"Yeah it's just a bit chili out here...that's all?" Eric said. Jeff grew up in the street and could spot a liar just by having a conversation with them. He knew Eric was scared and decide to let it go.
"So what is that?" Eric finally asking Jeff.
"PCP, and other things" Jeff holding the drugs inside of his pocket.
"...Coke?" Eric question.
"Yeah"
Eric almost felt sick. If his parents found out about him being with someone with the likes of Jeff they'd have him sent to boarding school or worse. He'd knew going into to this that everything could either turn out good or bad. But then again he didn't want to become an assessor if he got in trouble.
"I think we should-" Before the words could get out of his mouth a hooker walked up to Jeff and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey kid what are you doing up late?" She asked.
"Trying to make a sell that's all" Jeff said.
"You a cop?"
"Why do hookers ask that question knowing damn well the cop is going to lie?"
"Force of habit kid do you have blow for me or not?" She handed Jeff a fifty.
Eric stood there looking at the hooker form head to toe. Her half cut booty shorts and see through top was everything out of a movie. After gettin' her blow, she looked at Eric and licked her lips. "You got any money on ya kid? I'll blow you thirty."
Eric stood there lost in a world he'd never dreamed about. " Sorry...maybe next time"
"...Maybe"
With only making a few hundred the four men decided to call it a night and head back to Orange County expect Greg. Before seeing his best friend off, he handed him his gun.
"Think of it as a "Just in case" you never know" Greg said.
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The next day, with only a few hundred in cash. Jeff place his money along with the left over drugs underneath his mattress. As he made his way downstairs, he ran into Christy's father James. He was standing over the counter drinking a glass of water. Wearing a green polo by Ralph Lauren and a pair of Dockers the usual attire for afternoon golf.
"Hello...I'm James friend of Daniels" He extended his hand.
"...Jeff" Jeff shook his hand with a firm grip. He also notice how a bit nervous James was acting as well. "So...playing golf, sounds fun"
"Do you play?"
"No..sorry" Jeff said looking into the ice box.
"How have you been? I mean staying here I know the Santos are treating you right" He laughed.
Jeff turned to him. "Yeah...they're grate. Dan is like the father I never had"
Just then, Daniel entered. "Hey you met Jeff!! Well you ready for another swing?"
"Sure buddy, nice to finally met you Jeff" James said walking out the door.
"Finally meet you? The guy act like he knew me" Jeff said to himself walking back to his room.
---
As the sun went down and the sun set over the waters of California, Jeff was awoken form his nap by the smell of French Vanilla perfume. Christy gasp as he grab her by the wrist. "Sorry...what-"
"Hey...no it's my bad. I didn't mean to wake you. I wasn't watching you sleep or anything I came over to say thanks" Christy said humblely as she ever could.
Jeff sat up on his bed. "Is this Punk'd? Just the past few weeks you've been nothing but-"
Christy cut him off and she finished. "Bitch? I know I'm sorry"
"I didn't mean to scare you last night my friend he's" Jeff defended Greg.
She looked at him with a weak smile. "It's okay. The look on his face was priceless, he deversred it. So why did you take up for me?"
"My step dad or the guys that ran through my mom use to hit her. One time I came home form school and my mom had a busted lip and black eye-purple actually. I went to where the guy worked at. No one was around I took the money wrench at did work."
"That's why you went to juvie?" She asked.
"Part of it, the rest was--"
Mia walk in on the two. "Did I interrupted something?"
"No...bye Jeff. Thanks again" She smiled.
"Your welcome"
When the two ladies walk out joint at the hip, Mia looked at her best friend. "What was that all about?"
"Nothing"
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Greg along with a few friends had a party in his apartment. As Patrick entered, he covered his nose to the smell of beer, weed, and something else. He slap Greg on the back of his neck.
"Dude what the hell?" Patrick witness Greg slicing up lines of white powder.
"What the hell bro? Where have you been? You've been missing out" Greg spoke in a drunken state.
Patrick took him outside to the balcony so he could clear his lungs and talk to his friend at the same time. "What the hell Greg?! Your apartment look like something on New Jack city! Gettin' high on your own supply"
"Look, I'm a dead man. Chase wants me to have 100 grand by the end of the week. I don't nothing close to that. Remember when they held me up in the my apartment. Well that what was everything about."
Patrick gave Greg a look and finally figured everything out. "You son of a bitch! You had Jeff thinking he owes 100,000 which it's really you! You had him out here hustle-"
"Dog eat Dog world Patrick"
"Your full of it. I can't believe you would do this to Jeff. He's your best friend!" Patrick ranted.
Greg didn't say anything to Patrick's outburst. He just calmly walk back inside of his apartment either waiting to overdose or waiting for Chase to come kill him. Patrick left and intimately trying to call Jeff.