They all pondered at the lunch table on a plan to target D'Angelo and Maron for bullying everyone in the school except for the popular ones. Timothy turns towards Jeremiah who have not said a word since they started the conversation.
"Jeremiah, you didn't give your ideas on it, you have a plan for our Gizem club to stop them?" Timothy asked.
"Hmm, don't know. I have a cousin who sells drugs, " Jeremiah said.
"You do? Do you talk to him?" Timothy asked.
"Nah, not really, he's distant, but my father knows him well, " Jeremiah said.
"You think your father could give you your cousin's number?" Timothy asked.
"I can see what I can do, but I don't know, " Jeremiah said.
"Hmm, not so sure about this plan, " Timothy said.
"Do y'all have money to hire a thug?" Gregg asked.
"Thugs don't want money from our piggy banks, they want stacks, real money, " Timothy said.
"Yeah you right, " Gregg said, putting his arms on the table sighing in boredom.
"Let's just sleep on this plan, maybe we will come up with an idea tomorrow, who knows, " Timothy said.
"Yeah, I'm getting bored bussing my brains out, " Gregg said.
They all gets up from the table throwing their lunch trays in the garbage, and infiltrating out the cafeteria. While they were conversing back and forth in the hallway, Maron aimed towards their direction interrupting. They all glanced at his arm wrapped in a cast.
"Where is that cracka at?" Maron asked.
"You talking about Mark?" Timothy asked.
"I'm not talking about y'all black asses, am I?" Maron asked rudely.
"He transferred to another city," Timothy stated.
"He transferred? Well you better find his ass before he move out of this town, or else me and D'Angelo got something coming for y'all ugly lames. I swear to God, I'm going to kill that nigga for doing this to my arm. Y'all betta find em," Maron said getting very furious, and walks off.
Hearing Maron made that threat among the group, made them frantic.
"We should go and we have to think fast now on that plan," Timothy said.
"Yeah, it's a must," Gregg stated.
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