Soon we were all lined up in our ‘teenage clothes’ and we were going through the rules of the undercover missions.
“Rule One!” demanded the captain.
“Don’t get expelled,” one woman said.
“Rule Two!” shouted the captain.
“Don’t have sexual relationships with students or teachers,” said another.
“You hear that? That’s you,” the captain said to Greg, who looked puzzled.
“Keep that dirty dick in your pants man, you hear?”
“Dirty?” Greg asked me, earning some downwards glances from the other women.
“I don’t know do I?” I said.
He blushed, but then we turned our attention to Morton, who had put his foot in it and got himself called ‘big-titties’.
“Now you, you, and you, in my office now!” yelled the captain, pointing to Greg, Morton and I.
We followed him sullenly into his office.
Then he showed us a video of this kid who was on drugs, and who did some seriously funny shit.
“He posted this video on the internet?” asked Greg between laughs.
“He’s a teenager, man. They’re stupid,” answered the captain, “So you should blend right in,” I have to admit I laughed at that- this man knows how to come at people.
“I could watch this kid all day,” said Greg as we watched him jump around his room shirtless like a maniac.
“Too bad, his parents found him in his room a few days ago- he OD’d.”
That was when shit got real and we all shut the fuck up a bit.
“It’s a new kind of synthetic drug, goes by the street name HFS. The lab has never seen anything like this before.”
“And as you can see, this kid’s white. So people actually give a shit,” the captain continued... only to be interrupted by my suck up brother.
“For the record sir, I would care if the kid was black,” but a glare from me got Morton to shut up.
“Right now, it is contained at Sagan High, but if it gets out, we’re looking at it going viral within days,” said the captain, before going on to our lessons.
“I enrolled you all in a bunch of bullshit courses. Muscles, you’ll be in drama. Get in with all the cool kids, see what they know. Porky, you’ll be in AP Chemistry. See what you can find out about the production of that rug in the school. Girly, you’ll be in photography.”
“Photography?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he smiled, “That means you can take pictures of anything suspicious and you’ll have an excuse for it.”
I grinned- that sounded like my kind of job.
“Now your identities are Doug, Katelyn, and Brad McQuaid,” said the captain, handing ID files to Greg, me and Morton in order.
“We’re gonna all be siblings?” asked Greg
“Oh look at that, Muscles finally got something right!” the captain said sarcastically; “Infiltrate the dealers, find the suppliers.”
There was a short disagreement over how we could find the supplier first, but it was shortly resolved with one of the captain’s sharp comments.
“Go home, revise your identities, and get ready for school tomorrow. Dismissed!” he finished.
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Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story
FanfictionEmber Schmidt (or Em as everyone usually calls her) is the sister of Morton Schmidt. During high school the two were bullied by Greg Jenko, but years later they form and alliance with him during police training. Now they are all on an undercover mis...
