Jeremy Kyle: Revenge

Chapter 12

Everyone got back in the van. Nobody spoke. They all knew what had just happened. The Chicken wasn't afraid. He was just playing with them.
"Fuck," Dylan muttered, slamming the door shut.
The van started moving again. Leeds. That was still the plan. If the Chicken had really wanted to stop them, he would have. But he hadn't. He just wanted to show that he could.

Jeremy sat by the window. He was sweating, tapping his foot against the floor. His hands were shaking. He hadn't noticed it until now, but it was clear.
"Jeremy?" Harry asked. "You good?"
"I need it," Jeremy muttered under his breath. "Fuck, I need it..."
Dylan raised his eyebrows. "Mate... I got some on me." He pulled out a little bag, shaking it.
Jeremy looked at it for a long time. Then he shook his head. "Not that. That's your shit. Not mine."
Everyone in the van went silent for a moment. The sound of the road was the only thing.
"I need a dealer," Jeremy finally said.
Harry grinned. "Lucky for you boys... I've played a lot of shows in Leeds. I know a guy."

30 minutes later they pulled into a dark alleyway. The van headlights cut through the trash bags piled up against the walls. Rats scattered. A man in a hoodie was already waiting there.
The van door slid open. The man blinked in disbelief.
"Wait... what the fuck?" he said in a high pitched, squeaky voice. "Is that... is that fucking One Direction? Gordon Ramsay? Jeremy Kyle? What the fuck are you lot doing here?"
Harry stepped out first, hands in his pockets. "We're doing a documentary," he said casually. "About... um... Leeds nightlife."
The dealer squinted at him. "Leeds nightlife? With Gordon Ramsay?"
"Yeah," Harry said, nodding seriously. "It's very... raw."
There was a short silence. Then the dealer shrugged. "Fair enough... I used to be in the entertainment business but I guess it just didn't work out and... here I am." He shrugged.

They did the deal quick. Cash, bag, handshake. The guy kept looking at them like he still couldn't believe what was happening.
When it was done, the gang turned to leave. The dealer hesitated.
"Hey," the man with the squeaky voice said, lingering as they turned to leave. "If you guys want, I can be in the documentary. I've got, like, a crazy past. Did Fallout 4 videos. There's this one clip, I scream at the baby in the house? Like—"
He made the sound.
"AAAAAAA."
Harry Styles smirked. "Yeah, cheers mate. Real cinematic. We'll put that right next to Gordon cooking beans on toast." The whole group laughed as they walked back to the van.
But Jeremy smiled faintly.
He knew who that guy was.
No one else said "AAAAAAA" like that.
No one else ever would.