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"Ola-what?" Sneered Simon.
The cold concrete was cold on JJ's forehead and as he sunk deeper to his knees, he repeated, "My brother didn't do it. Just clear his name."
Deji was in deep shit.
Naturally, being his older brother, JJ knew to let him handle things himself so he'd learn how to sort shit out on his own in the future.
But.
This was much bigger than both of them.
His little brother was on the verge of being expelled and having grown up in the town, he knew Simon was the only person who could change that. He was a year 13 who ran the gangs of the town and was easily a force to be reckoned with. From what he'd heard, Simon had so much influence that his wishes would most often than not turn into a reality.
Which is how JJ ended up crashing one of their gang meetings in the physical education department's storage room.
"Have you brought any payment?" asked one of Simon's goons, stooping down to a squat, baseball bat slung over his shoulders.
JJ didn't dare lift his head off the floor. "No... but I'll do anything!"
There was cackling that surrounded him from Simon's underlings.
"This dude's gonna get fucked up," said one of them.
"Guess what we're having for dinner? Pussy!" Cracked another, high-fiving his friend.
Bearing in mind that this was all for his little brother, JJ resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Simon says, shut the fuck up," interrupted Simon, leaning back against the old gym mattresses.
A stunning silence overcame the room.
"Tell me what you want," Simon sighed exasperatedly.
"My brother was accused of raping this girl from Chelten out of nowhere. I know he was framed and everyone told me you're the only one who can change that around here." JJ explained.
Simon's piercing blue eyes barely grazed JJ's form on the floor, before he pointed at a guy with a loosened tie, "Beat this cunt up."
The pit of his stomach collapsed and JJ felt sick. He flinched at the command and clenched his fist, trying to get ahold of his blurring vision.
All he kept his focus on was the loose dirt in the cracks of the concrete he had bowed against. How he wished he could just slip through them as well.
Everyone ceased to move.
Just as the boy stopped, there was a bone-chilling laugh that rose above the deafening silence.
Then-
"I didn't say 'Simon says'."
A loud thwack followed.