Three Way Relationship

73 - A Night Out

Zeke's POV

My god, Jason was annoying. Flirting with me, being a total ass wipe. I held onto whatever I could in the back of the ban. Jason was a terrible driver, literally. He sped, took sharp turns, and abrupt stops. Just as I was settled and almost relaxed, Jason halted the car, once again, causing me to fly forward, and land in the Devil's lap!

"Nice of you to join me, Princess." Jason winked as I scrambled to get up.

"Justin, I swear to God if you don't tell Jason to stop flirting with me, I'll tell your boyfriends he's not your cousin." I glared at Justin.

The selfish asshole just laughed at me, he thought Jason flirting with me was hilarious. Uh, no, Jason is disgusting and I don't like him... plus, he's a stoner, and he is mean... to me mainly.

"Zeke, I can't stop him from doing it... plus, if you tell my boyfriends that, then there will be unneeded drama." Justin replied.

"Jason is the unneeded drama." I huffed, crossing my arms.

" Listen, Princess, you have to deal with me for a few days, maybe even a week or two, get used to it." Jason smiled at me, flattening his foot on the accelerator, causing me to fly back.

"Jason!" I yelled, sitting back up and pushing the black cloth so I could glare at Jason.

Who does he think he is?

"What?" He smirked.

"I'm going to throw up if you keep driving like a psycho. And I'll aim at your drugs." I promised.

"Alright, alright. I'll be careful." Jason chuckled, turning the corner.

I sighed in relief. How did he even manage to get a licence? I really did feel nauseous after his terrible driving skills. I'd throw up, but I'd rather not.

Jason's POV

I pulled into the dark road I'm used to making big deliveries too. Its a bit of a dangerous area, a lot of junkies and such here.

"This place is creepy." Justin muttered.

I chuckled,  parking in front of a house.

"Stay in the van, and lock the doors, I'll be right back." I ordered, grabbing a stack of weed and placing it in a duffle bag. I got out the van, shutting the door before heading towards the run down house.

once I got to the old busted door, I did the signature code knock. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Ryan, some bad stoner kid. He's my age, and badly addicted to it.

"Sweet man, how much?" He smiled dope-like at me, bringing out his wallet slowly. Poor guy, he's really nice, too bad his heads in fantasy land most days.

"$450." I looked around, licking my lips.

Ryan handed me five hundred, then took the duffel bag.

"You gave me too much, here's your fifty." I tried handing it back.

"Nah, its cool, keep it. I got paid today." He laughed, looking inside the bag.

"Ryan, you should be saving for food and shit, this is how your ass ends up broke." I smirked, rolling my eyes at him.

"I'll end up losing it, I can't remember shit, Jason." He laughed, rubbing his eyes.

"Because you're a good friend, I'll hold onto the fifty and give it back when you're broke, sound good?" I smiled.

"Fine, but I'll forget. Thanks Jason, see you next week maybe?" Ryan waved. I waved back, heading to the van.

I spotted a hooded figure trying to open my van door. I groaned.