Solid ||Bryson Tiller||

Seventeen

Jacquees's POV

Within ten minutes, I was in my car, coaching Major over the phone. "You got nothing to worry about, M. The stuff wasn't from us. We been set up."

"Set up? But we the one's supplying Justin!" I hate that Major was acting like this with his injuries.

"Chill, aight, bro? Have a drink. I'll be there in ten."

I smashed my fists  into the horn, like it was Justin and Dollasign's face. 

A few minutes later, I was in front of Major's home. As soon as I was in front of his door, he swung the door open and I went inside. I saw that he had an overstuffed gym bag at the door.

"You said the coke aint from us, right?" he was panicked.

"Right. We gotta unpack that bag, though. The cops could come anytime to search yo place. Come on." I grabbed the bag, and went into the bathroom.

We started unpacking. I said, "When I heard Justin was back in town last week, I gave him a call. It was weird. Usually Justin calls me the same night he gets in town. He didn't this time. I only heard he was in town bc my" -I almost said girlfriend. Anna told me how she was a big fan.- "bc my homie read it in a post. When I called, he said he didn't need anything this time. Said his manager was gonna put him in rehab again if he didn't slow down. Justin got another supplier. It's gotta be Dollasign."

Major looked up from his gym bag. "You think Dollasign set Justin up as a way to bring us down?"

"I don't know. Maybe Justin got caught, and Dollasign saw a chance to bring us down by telling Justin to sell us out."

"Why would Justin do that? I thought y'all was tight."

"I bet Dollasign got plenty of ways to be convincing."

"Do you think the cops are gonna come after us?"

"Of cource they will, but they won't be able to prove shit." I looked him dead in the eye. "Now promise me you aint got an ounce of nothing in here."

"I don't keep nothing big here, you know that. I aint suicidal. But I got a tiny bit of weed and a pipe."

"A milligram is too much if they come sniffing. Let's get rid of it."

He went to the nightstand, took out a small bag of weed and a bong from the drawer. In the bathroom, he poured the weed into the toilet and cut the bag into pieces, then flushed. I smashed the glass bong against the counter, then crushed the pieces under my feet, scooped it up with my bare hands, and flushed it a dew pieces at a time.

"Anything else in here, Major? Think."