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“How do you afford all of this shit, man?” I asked Corey, as we walked to college. “Every fucking week you have something else”.
My best friend strolled next to me with a shit eating grin on his face. He was the only nineteen year old I knew who changed his entire wardrobe more than he changed his own underwear. In fact, over the last couple of months, I was pretty certain that I hadn’t seen him wearing the same outfit twice.
“I’m an –”
“Investor” I interrupted, rolling my eyes, “so you keep saying, but what does that even mean?”
“Don’t worry your little head about it, Jake” he laughed, and tussled my blond hair, “some of us are just more financially savvy than others”.
I shrugged him off as we continued to college, but I was becoming more and more envious of my best friend. He didn’t have a job that I knew of, and his parents certainly weren’t wealthy, so where on earth was he getting so much money from?
It wasn’t just his clothes, either. Corey had bought new watches, new jewellery, and had even shown me his CashApp one time, and the figure was astonishing. There was something strange going on with him, but he refused to share it with anybody.
“You’re selling drugs, right?” I asked, as we sat down for lunch later that day. Corey cracked up at that, and shook his head.
“No” he grinned, “I’m not selling drugs”.
“You’re scamming people” I said, watching his reaction, “that’s it, you’re scamming people!”
“I’m not scamming people, either” he scoffed.
I poured through the possibilities as we ate in silence. If he wasn’t selling drugs and he wasn’t part of some elaborate scam, then what else could it be?
“Look” he said, finishing his lunch, “if you want in, then I could probably pull some strings”.
My eyes widened. I’d never had more than what my mom gave me for lunch money every day. The idea of having enough money to buy my own things, almost made me jump from the chair.
“When?” I asked, eagerly, and Corey chuckled.
“Today” he said, “after college”.
I beamed at him. If Corey was able to make me rich, I’d be forever thankful. He stood up first but kept his eyes pinned on me.
“It’s gotta’ stay between us, though” he told me, and I nodded. “I’m serious, bro. Nobody can ever know about it”.
“My lips are sealed” I said, zipping them shut, but Corey didn’t look convinced, and leaned forward before he left.
“Look, it mightn’t be for you” he whispered, “and I need you not to think any less of me when you find out what it is, alright?”
I cocked a brow and felt the unease begin to creep in.
“Is uh… Is this illegal?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that” he said, getting back up, “it’s just different”.
With those words, Corey pulled his backpack onto his shoulder and left the canteen, and I remained seated, trying to figure out whether to be nervous or excited. By the time the bell sounded, I’d settled on both.
For the rest of the day, the only thing I could focus on was the mystery money-making scheme that Corey was finally bringing me in on. Sure, I was anxious, but I’d watched for months as my best friend earned more and more and more money, and now it was my turn.
“Alright, so when do I meet the kingpin?” I joked, as we left the college and turned right instead of left.
Corey seemed far less enthused about the plan now that it was actually happening, and I could sense it by the way he spoke.
“Dude, I don’t care what it is” I said, just to ease the growing tension. “If it pays money, then that’s all that matters, right?”
“Right” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing” he replied.
“There’s definitely something wrong”.
Corey stared at me with his bright, blue eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m… Well, I don’t want you to think I’m weird”.
I laughed. “I already think you’re weird” I told him, and he eventually cracked a smile, too. “I’m open minded, man” I said, brushing him off, “let’s go and make that cash!”
I rarely went into the city alone. It wasn’t a particularly glamorous place to be, and there’d been enough news stories over the years to keep most normal people away, but I followed Corey down one street, then another, and soon we were on a road that I’d never even seen before.
The houses were falling apart. Some of them were completely boarded up, whilst others looked as though they’d been burned down. Groups of people stood on street corners, and the further we walked, the more nervous I became.
“Y… You’re sure this is legal?” I gulped, as two vicious looking men glared at us.
“Yes” he mumbled, and finally we reached a house that looked a little less abandoned than all the rest. Corey stopped me at the gate and stared at me.
“You promise this won’t mess things up between us?” He asked, sincerely.
“Dude, we’ve been best friends since we were like three years old, nothing could mess things up”.
He took a deep breath, which did little for my own nerves, and opened the rusted gate before ushering me in after him.
“Do you have your ID?” He asked, which was a very strange question, indeed.
“Uh… Yeah?” I replied, patting my pocket, “why?”
Corey didn’t answer me. He hopped up the two steps of the porch and wrapped on the door three times before looking back at me.
“You asked for this” he said, and my heart raced even faster.
Nothing happened for a moment. We both stood there, waiting, and then eventually something sounded from the other side. A chain, then a lock, then another lock. The door swung open, and a middle aged man with a smart shirt and pants stood in front of us, and smiled at Corey.
“My man!” He said, slapping my best friend on the back, before his eyes slowly turned to me. “And who do we have here?”
“Jake” Corey half grunted, barely looking at me. “He uh… He wants to make some money”.
“Does he, now?” The man said, running his tongue over his top lip as he continued to stare at me. Immediately, I felt uncomfortable. “And how old is Jake?” He asked, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or about me.
“Eighteen” I said.
“Got some ID, kid?”
I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out the card. The man had taken it from me before I could even decide if I wanted him to, but I simply stood there as he scanned it and handed it back.
“Name’s Shane” he said, holding out his hand, which I shook gingerly. “Come on inside”.
The inside of the house was far nicer than the outside. The furniture was modern and expensive. The decor was just the same, and it was far larger than I had expected. The fact that it wasn’t a complete dump made me a little less nervous.
“Want a drink?” Shane asked, but both of us declined. “Go ahead and get yourselves ready” he said, pointing toward a door.
Corey looked back at me. I could see sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he pushed open the door and beckoned me to follow.
“I know you’re gonna’ think I’m a freak, bro” he said “but–”
“Dude, I don’t think you’re a…”
My words trailed off as I stepped into what was supposed to be a living room. The window was completely blacked out, but two large soft boxes in each corner lit the room in a harsh, bright light. There was no sofa or television. No coffee table, or cosy wallpaper, the place looked like a photography studio, if one could ignore the large double bed in the middle.
“This is it” Corey said, raising his arms. “This is how I’ve been making money”.
I still didn’t understand. How on earth was he making money here? I looked around, but there wasn’t exactly much to look at. A small cabinet sat on one side of the room, but everything else was almost strikingly white.
“I don’t get it” I said, looking back to Corey, “what is all of this shit?”
“Uh, shit?” Shane laughed, returning with an expensive looking camera around his neck. “This, my friend, costs more than you make in a year!”
“That wouldn’t be hard” I replied, and he laughed again and slapped my shoulder, just like he’d done to Corey.
“I like this guy, Corey” he said, squeezing me. “I think he’ll do well. Real well”.
I watched as Corey smiled awkwardly, and shuffled on his feet. Shane was obviously a photographer of some sort, but that still didn’t explain how Corey was making so much money, nor how I was going to be able to do the same.
“Let’s get some nice shots of you two” Shane said, guiding me toward one of the blank walls. Corey moved in next to me, and the flash of light burst as Shane took the photo.
“Come on, lads” he said, raising the camera back to his eye, “let’s try to look a little less like I’m holding you hostage” he chuckled.
I glanced at Corey who was now smiling, and awkwardly did the same. Perhaps we were simply modelling for some sort of magazine.
“Much better” Shane said, moving closer and taking another few photographs. “How do you two know each other?”
“We’ve been friends for years” Corey explained, as the flash exploded again.
“Nice” Shane nodded, “that’ll make for some good chemistry. Jake, why don’t you go ahead and put your arm around Corey”.
I looked at my best friend, but he refused to return the eye contact. A flicker of worry crossed his face, and suddenly, it started to make sense.
“Come on, Jake” Shane said, “it’s gonna’ get a lot spicier than this” he added with a rough laugh, and then I realised exactly what it was that Corey had been doing.
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“How do you afford all of this shit, man?” I asked Corey, as we walked to college. “Every fucking week you have something else”.
My best friend strolled next to me with a shit eating grin on his face. He was the only nineteen year old I knew who changed his entire wardrobe more than he changed his own underwear. In fact, over the last couple of months, I was pretty certain that I hadn’t seen him wearing the same outfit twice.
“I’m an –”
“Investor” I interrupted, rolling my eyes, “so you keep saying, but what does that even mean?”
“Don’t worry your little head about it, Jake” he laughed, and tussled my blond hair, “some of us are just more financially savvy than others”.
I shrugged him off as we continued to college, but I was becoming more and more envious of my best friend. He didn’t have a job that I knew of, and his parents certainly weren’t wealthy, so where on earth was he getting so much money from?
It wasn’t just his clothes, either. Corey had bought new watches, new jewellery, and had even shown me his CashApp one time, and the figure was astonishing. There was something strange going on with him, but he refused to share it with anybody.
“You’re selling drugs, right?” I asked, as we sat down for lunch later that day. Corey cracked up at that, and shook his head.
“No” he grinned, “I’m not selling drugs”.
“You’re scamming people” I said, watching his reaction, “that’s it, you’re scamming people!”
“I’m not scamming people, either” he scoffed.
I poured through the possibilities as we ate in silence. If he wasn’t selling drugs and he wasn’t part of some elaborate scam, then what else could it be?
“Look” he said, finishing his lunch, “if you want in, then I could probably pull some strings”.
My eyes widened. I’d never had more than what my mom gave me for lunch money every day. The idea of having enough money to buy my own things, almost made me jump from the chair.
“When?” I asked, eagerly, and Corey chuckled.
“Today” he said, “after college”.
I beamed at him. If Corey was able to make me rich, I’d be forever thankful. He stood up first but kept his eyes pinned on me.
“It’s gotta’ stay between us, though” he told me, and I nodded. “I’m serious, bro. Nobody can ever know about it”.
“My lips are sealed” I said, zipping them shut, but Corey didn’t look convinced, and leaned forward before he left.
“Look, it mightn’t be for you” he whispered, “and I need you not to think any less of me when you find out what it is, alright?”
I cocked a brow and felt the unease begin to creep in.
“Is uh… Is this illegal?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that” he said, getting back up, “it’s just different”.
With those words, Corey pulled his backpack onto his shoulder and left the canteen, and I remained seated, trying to figure out whether to be nervous or excited. By the time the bell sounded, I’d settled on both.
For the rest of the day, the only thing I could focus on was the mystery money-making scheme that Corey was finally bringing me in on. Sure, I was anxious, but I’d watched for months as my best friend earned more and more and more money, and now it was my turn.
“Alright, so when do I meet the kingpin?” I joked, as we left the college and turned right instead of left.
Corey seemed far less enthused about the plan now that it was actually happening, and I could sense it by the way he spoke.
“Dude, I don’t care what it is” I said, just to ease the growing tension. “If it pays money, then that’s all that matters, right?”
“Right” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing” he replied.
“There’s definitely something wrong”.
Corey stared at me with his bright, blue eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m… Well, I don’t want you to think I’m weird”.
I laughed. “I already think you’re weird” I told him, and he eventually cracked a smile, too. “I’m open minded, man” I said, brushing him off, “let’s go and make that cash!”
I rarely went into the city alone. It wasn’t a particularly glamorous place to be, and there’d been enough news stories over the years to keep most normal people away, but I followed Corey down one street, then another, and soon we were on a road that I’d never even seen before.
The houses were falling apart. Some of them were completely boarded up, whilst others looked as though they’d been burned down. Groups of people stood on street corners, and the further we walked, the more nervous I became.
“Y… You’re sure this is legal?” I gulped, as two vicious looking men glared at us.
“Yes” he mumbled, and finally we reached a house that looked a little less abandoned than all the rest. Corey stopped me at the gate and stared at me.
“You promise this won’t mess things up between us?” He asked, sincerely.
“Dude, we’ve been best friends since we were like three years old, nothing could mess things up”.
He took a deep breath, which did little for my own nerves, and opened the rusted gate before ushering me in after him.
“Do you have your ID?” He asked, which was a very strange question, indeed.
“Uh… Yeah?” I replied, patting my pocket, “why?”
Corey didn’t answer me. He hopped up the two steps of the porch and wrapped on the door three times before looking back at me.
“You asked for this” he said, and my heart raced even faster.
Nothing happened for a moment. We both stood there, waiting, and then eventually something sounded from the other side. A chain, then a lock, then another lock. The door swung open, and a middle aged man with a smart shirt and pants stood in front of us, and smiled at Corey.
“My man!” He said, slapping my best friend on the back, before his eyes slowly turned to me. “And who do we have here?”
“Jake” Corey half grunted, barely looking at me. “He uh… He wants to make some money”.
“Does he, now?” The man said, running his tongue over his top lip as he continued to stare at me. Immediately, I felt uncomfortable. “And how old is Jake?” He asked, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or about me.
“Eighteen” I said.
“Got some ID, kid?”
I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out the card. The man had taken it from me before I could even decide if I wanted him to, but I simply stood there as he scanned it and handed it back.
“Name’s Shane” he said, holding out his hand, which I shook gingerly. “Come on inside”.
The inside of the house was far nicer than the outside. The furniture was modern and expensive. The decor was just the same, and it was far larger than I had expected. The fact that it wasn’t a complete dump made me a little less nervous.
“Want a drink?” Shane asked, but both of us declined. “Go ahead and get yourselves ready” he said, pointing toward a door.
Corey looked back at me. I could see sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he pushed open the door and beckoned me to follow.
“I know you’re gonna’ think I’m a freak, bro” he said “but–”
“Dude, I don’t think you’re a…”
My words trailed off as I stepped into what was supposed to be a living room. The window was completely blacked out, but two large soft boxes in each corner lit the room in a harsh, bright light. There was no sofa or television. No coffee table, or cosy wallpaper, the place looked like a photography studio, if one could ignore the large double bed in the middle.
“This is it” Corey said, raising his arms. “This is how I’ve been making money”.
I still didn’t understand. How on earth was he making money here? I looked around, but there wasn’t exactly much to look at. A small cabinet sat on one side of the room, but everything else was almost strikingly white.
“I don’t get it” I said, looking back to Corey, “what is all of this shit?”
“Uh, shit?” Shane laughed, returning with an expensive looking camera around his neck. “This, my friend, costs more than you make in a year!”
“That wouldn’t be hard” I replied, and he laughed again and slapped my shoulder, just like he’d done to Corey.
“I like this guy, Corey” he said, squeezing me. “I think he’ll do well. Real well”.
I watched as Corey smiled awkwardly, and shuffled on his feet. Shane was obviously a photographer of some sort, but that still didn’t explain how Corey was making so much money, nor how I was going to be able to do the same.
“Let’s get some nice shots of you two” Shane said, guiding me toward one of the blank walls. Corey moved in next to me, and the flash of light burst as Shane took the photo.
“Come on, lads” he said, raising the camera back to his eye, “let’s try to look a little less like I’m holding you hostage” he chuckled.
I glanced at Corey who was now smiling, and awkwardly did the same. Perhaps we were simply modelling for some sort of magazine.
“Much better” Shane said, moving closer and taking another few photographs. “How do you two know each other?”
“We’ve been friends for years” Corey explained, as the flash exploded again.
“Nice” Shane nodded, “that’ll make for some good chemistry. Jake, why don’t you go ahead and put your arm around Corey”.
I looked at my best friend, but he refused to return the eye contact. A flicker of worry crossed his face, and suddenly, it started to make sense.
“Come on, Jake” Shane said, “it’s gonna’ get a lot spicier than this” he added with a rough laugh, and then I realised exactly what it was that Corey had been doing.
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