When I arrived at the dorms, I spotted Skip walking out. Luckily, he hadn't locked the door, so I could slip inside without any trouble.
My next task was to locate Drew's room. I checked a poster that showed which room belonged to whom and found out he was in room 110. Once I entered, I noticed his room was filled with all sorts of football stuff.
I soon discovered a small safe sitting in front of his bed, but it required a passcode to open. I searched around for the code, and thankfully, I found it quickly. It turned out to be Mikey's birthday, 1227.
I typed in the code and unlocked the safe. Inside, I found an envelope stuffed with cash. I quickly took it and put it in my pocket. Just as I was about to leave, the door swung open, and Mikey walked in.
"Mikey! What's going on?" I asked, feeling a bit anxious. Mikey looked shocked to see me. "Aiden? What are you doing here?" he replied.
"Oh! I was just searching for your brother, but he's not around, so…" I fibbed, even though it was pretty clear. Mikey then suggested we play some tabletop games together. He was a nice kid, way too nice for this school.
Drew rushed in, looking a bit frantic, and I couldn't help but feel worried. "What are you doing here, Price? Your cousin made me look bad yesterday. You want to do the same?" Drew shot at me, sizing me up. I really didn't have time to argue with him.
"It doesn't matter. Mikey, grab your things, we need to go!" Drew yelled, breaking his glare at me. Mikey quickly obeyed, clearly frightened by his brother. Drew seemed scared too, and I wondered what was bothering him.
"Drew, chill out. Take it easy," a deep voice called from down the hall. I cautiously peeked around the corner and saw a guy about my height, covered in tattoos, with slicked-back dark hair and a beard. There was something about him that made me uneasy.
Drew pulled me into his room, looking really upset. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, making me feel like something was off. My heart started beating fast as I whispered, "Drew, who the hell is that?"
He told me not to worry and instructed Mikey to stay put while warning me not to open the door. When he left and shut the door, I felt a wave of panic. I turned to Mikey, asking what was happening, but he just shook his head, clearly scared.
I could hear Drew and another guy named Damon arguing about the money Damon owed him. Things were getting pretty intense between them.
Then, I heard loud bangs against the wall, indicating that Damon was starting to beat up Drew for not having his money ready for the taking. My heart jumped into my throat when I heard that. Damon was also taunting him about how football players were supposed to be tough since he wasn't defending himself.
His cries got more intense, making my hands shake. I couldn't just fucking sit here and listen to this! I had to help him. I quickly took out the money and gave it to Mikey. "Mikey, whatever you do, don't leave this room," I told him quietly, my hands on his shoulder.
Then, I left the room, shutting the door behind me. Drew was on the floor, covered in bruises and his nose was bleeding. Shit…
Damon looked at me menacingly. I couldn't help but back up a bit. "Well, what do we have here? It's one of Frank's clients," he said with a smirk. "Get the fuck away from him, man!" I shouted.
However, Damon only laughed at my tough exterior. "You think your tough shit, kid?" he told me, throwing a punch towards my face.
I was able to avoid it, punching him in the cheek. But that only got me into more trouble that I could've avoided. Damon relentlessly punched my face and kicked me very hard in my ribs, making me yelp in pain. I got a black eye and blood came out of my nose. I even got a few cuts on my cheeks.
"Next time, think before you act, kid," Damon warned me before leaving Drew and me on the floor. Mikey opened the door and saw us on the floor. "Drew!" he exclaimed, kneeling down next to his brother.
"I'm good, little brother. Hey, Price. Thanks for the save," Drew said as he sat up. "It's not a problem, man," I groaned, using the wall to help me stand up. "Do me a favor and… dont mention this to anyone," Drew asked me. "Okay… not a problem," I said, wanting to get the hell out of there.