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bmc: Richjake *nsfw!*

Hitman au. Jake is an infamous con man who has been instructed to assassinate Rich. But can he go through with it after realizing he may have feelings for the boy? S.M.U.T.!!!
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Jake's pov

"Kill the boy and take his inventory. He has over two hundred of the pills that he refuses to give up. "The boss instructs me. "The pills will be in shoe boxes, okay?"
"Yes sir. I'm heading out once I leave here. I'll be in new jersey in a couple hours." I assure him.
"Good. And if you fail, you'll be as dead as he will be." The boss growls.
"Sir, I've never failed a mission. I dont plan on starting now. " I turn on my heel and head out to my car.  I get in and start the engine. I'm driving a red 1975 mustang, and rev up the engine before heading out. I have to plan out how to kill this boy. I can make it look like suicide.  Or I can make it seem natural. I'll have to look into the boy's health records. If he had a faulty heart I can inject oxygen into his blood flow and that'd kill him. But If he's healthy, I'll have to find a way to make it seem like he'd premeditated suicide. I have to gain his trust first. Maybe get a little sex out of him. I may be a hit man, but I am still a hormonal teen boy.
I turn on the stereo and listen to some eminem. The rest of the ride to new jersey I spend in silence. Richard Goranski. You have mere hours to live.

Rich's pov

I'm sitting in my room, counting out the money I've earned this week. I only sold two squips, but hey, it's still some money. I walk downstairs and hand the money to mom. "Here mom, 1,200. Its enough to pay for rent, some bills,  and maybe groceries." I tell her.

"Rich, thank you so much... if it weren't for you I dont know what we'd do." She hugs me tightly.
"Its okay mom. I'm just trying to do my part. I'll do better next week. I swear. Maybe you can take you and dad out next week." I offer.
"Maybe. He doesn't get paid unemployment until next month. He's already spent all of this month's..."She sighs.
"Which is why you're the one I give money to and not him." I put my hands in my pockets as she hides the money in her purse.
I head back to my room and get ready for school. I style my hair and pull on my camo pants and flannel. I grab my backpack and head out the door. I walk to school and get a text from Jeremy. 

rich, there's a new kid!

Think they'd want a Squip?

Probably not.  They
Seem crazy popular
Already

So why are you telling me?

Well, I think he's
you're type.

Yeah, okay. Sure. A
naturally popular guy
into guys. I doubt it.

I shove my phone back in my pocket and walk the rest of the way to school. When I arrive, I walk up to Michael and Jeremy and a guy whom I guess is the new guy. He's tall, everyone is compared to me, and has short brown hair and a crooked smile. He looks at me like he knows something I don't and it makes me look away.
"Rich, this is Jake.  Jake, rich" Jeremy introduces us. Jake holds out his hand.
"Dillinger. " he tells me his last name, his voice confident.
"Goranski..." I cringe at the lack of confidence in my own voice.
"Nice to meet you, short stuff. "He teases. 
"Oh haha. Haven't even known me five minutes yet you're already poking fun. " I roll my eyes, without malice. 
"Aww, what's the matter? Got a short temper?" Jake emphasises the word.
"ornery. I like it." I sigh with a smile. "Want me to show you around?" I offer.
"Sure. " He smirks. I start walking down the hall and he follows. I compare our schedules and all our classes are the same. Peculiar, but probably just a coincidence.
"Where ya from, Jakey-D?" I ask, the new nickname having a nice ring to it.