Three Way Relationship

67 - Smoothe Criminal

Justin's POV

Trouble. One thing that explains Jason McCann. You could even feel the bad in the air when he stands beside you.

He had taken Zeke and I out of the mall, and shown us his van - and before you ask, no, he didn't kidnap us. He was showing us a basic drug dealer van. It was stocked up with Marijuana. Literally, there were stocks of them, along with a bucket full of money bags, which is usually fit for one person, and can last them a day, or three at the most, depending on how heavy a weed smoker you were.

"Bag's are sold for $25, or $30, depending on how stacked the bag is." Jason informed us both, handing a bum-bag (Fanny pack/Man bag, etc...)

to each of us.

"Wait, don't give that to us. I can't handle drugs, my boyf-"

"I don't give a fucking shit about what your boyfriend, girlfriend, blah, blah, blah have to say about it. Andy was one of our biggest suppliers in cocaine, now we've downgraded to just fucking weed. Sure the shit sells, but coke brought in the big fucking bucks." Jason growled at me, before slamming his van shut, "Don't fucking question me, or tell me what to do. As of now, you two piece of fucking shit's work for me."

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Zeke muttered.

"Quit the attitude, skinny." Jason glared at Zeke.

"No need for name calling, you jerk." I spat.

"I'll call you both what I fucking want, Faggot."

Oh that's fucking it.

I lunged at him, slamming my fists into his chest. Jason was caught off guard, but managed to grab my wrists and then slam my smaller body into the van. He over towered me, he was a lot taller, but Zayn would be a few inches taller.

"Do you fucking want to die, you little piece of shit." He growled, his face red as he glared at me. His eyes burning holes in my face.

"Stop calling us names." I tried to sound fierce, but my voice squeaked. I cursed at myself mentally for that.

"You're being an intolerable  little ass shit, so what if I call you names? Take it like a fucking man, and move on." Jason spat.

I shoved him off me, glaring harshly at him, "I put up with asshole's like you a lot recently. I'm not doing any of your dirty work, and I'm definitely not going to obey you, just so you can turn around, call me names, and treat me like gum under a table. Give some fucking respect, and I'll return it, you stupid, ignoramus."

Jason stared at me, his mouth slightly ajar, his face still hard. He rolled his eyes, before scoffing.

"Fine." He spat, pulling out his keys to his van, "Just, make sure to hold onto them drugs." He muttered, walking to the door of the van.

"You're missing your politeness." I pursed my lips.

Jason glared back at me, as he unlocked the door, "Please. Are you fucking happy?"

I smiled, "Ecstatic. Thank you, Jason."

He muttered something under his breath, before climbing into the van and slamming the door. I headed back into the mall, Zeke following close behind.

"Damn, that was so cool. You basically told him how it was." Zeke laughed, playfully punching my arm.

"Calm down, he's still in control, we don't know what he's capable of." I sighed, hiding the bum bag in my overly large jumper.