POV: A
Image: Steven Krueger as Jensen DiLaurentis
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Inside the gymnasium, smoke was beginning to cloud up in one corner high up in the bleachers, a foolish allowance considering what had just occurred.
Yet, Greg didn't mind one bit.
He thought the fire alarm was real, but after no authorities showed up to put one out, he realized it was false.
It was usually on his orders that it was pulled, whether it was him telling Hendricks he needed a fire drill on a certain day at a certain time or it was just him telling one of his people to pull it.
Today, he hadn't done either.
As a matter of fact, he'd been in the middle of a kind of important deal with that dumb fuck Rocky when it went off.
They had serious shit to discuss.
There were rumors hitting his ears through the damned gossip mill. Rumors that...rumors that if they were true, he'd have to up his shit. And quick.
Right now, Greg's main thing with Ashley Waters was making a profit.
His followers were good mules, though some of them were too coked up to be any good. A guy he met-some random asshole, Greg didn't know or care about his name-hooked him up with a drug that had no scent, no visibility, no traces in the blood, nothing.
After Greg took some and had the best high of his life, he put out the word that he was looking for the guy again.
This time, the guy found Greg. He was wearing all dark, like the fucker thought he was Batman or something, and spoke with his voice like a machine or something. With his hoodie over his head, Greg couldn't see his face or hair color and the guy refused to give a name.
What he did do, was give Greg more product, and this time he told Greg to sell it. Told Greg he'd need to sell it for $50 a pill (because it was just that damn good). The guy wanted a .50 cents on the dollar. That meant for every 1 pill Greg sold, Greg would get $50 and get to keep $25 while the guy got $25. Eddie, being as heavily into drug dealing as a guy who's 2 older brothers and father all were, was good at negotiating. He got the guy to go down to a dime on the dollar. Suffice to say, Greg was taking majority profit nice and easy.
The deal was good enough.
Until the guy started to want to give orders. He wanted Greg to tell his people certain things to do.
Admittedly, Greg allowed some things. Stealing a cat? Easy shit. Not like anyone would give a fuck. And all he had to do was turn over the cat to the guy for more product. The next order, though, was creepier. He wanted them to fuckin stalk those new Academy bastards.
As a 1, hell the best 1 Ashley Waters had ever had, Greg didn't take orders from any fuckin body!
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