The Big Fight

while in class an idea popped on my mind. As the school day came to an end, I made my way back home. Since it was the end of the month, I stopped by Eman's place to give him 100$ for his work. However, as soon as he opened the door and caught sight of me holding out the money, his anger flared up. Snatching the bills from my hand, he forcefully threw them at my face, causing them to scatter across the ground.

"I don't need your fucking money," he spat on the ground.

unfazed, I maintained my composure and replied, "Of course you do. Enjoy the money." Collecting the scattered bills of the floor, which wasn't much, I placed them into his pocket.

His rage persisted as he retorted, "Fuck you."

Reluctantly, I maintained a facade of kindness and civility towards him, acknowledging the unfortunate reality that he was my sole subordinate. If circumstances were different, I would have dealt with him differently, but for now, I had to exercise restraint.

The next day, after school, I headed to Club B. The place was filled with junkies as usual, but I knew I required Darjan to make my idea come to life, so I endured it. And there he was, selling weed to the junkies as always.

I walked up to him and greeted, "Yo, Darjan, what's good?"

"Oh, aren't you Eman's friend? The day before yesterday was crazy, bro. Why the fuck did you fight him?" He asked.

"It was nothing, just a misunderstanding. We're good now,"

"That's good to hear. But why are you here? You don't seem like the type of person who visits this shithole often," Darjan remarked.

"I'm gonna be honest, I just came here to ask if you want to work with me. It has the potential to make you a lot of money," I proposed.

"Oh, so that's why hahahaha. How much are we talking here?"

"Thousands," I replied.

"Hmm" his face showed interest as he was thinking "Sure. Let me hear your plan, bro," Darjan agreed, curious to what I had in plan.

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After explaining a shorten version of my plan his eyes widen.

"Dionis, that's one risky plan, but it sounds good. Let's fucking do it!" Darjan exclaimed as we shook hands, signaling our partnership.

We began preparing for our task. Once I got home, I started gathering all the money I had, which amounted to $350 from robbing Lenart. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough, so I decided to call Eman.

"Yo, Eman," I said as he answered the call.

"What the fuck do you want?" he replied with irritation.

"I've got a big job for you that will make you a ton of fucking money," I tempted him.

"I don't care. I said, I'm done with you and your bullshit," Eman retorted.

"You will make thousands," I insisted, trying to change his mind.

"Sigh fuck, tell me the plan," Eman agreed to listen to my plan.

"Good, but I need my money back first," I demanded.

"What?! Hell no, I disabled a guy for this money, you cunt." Eman protested.

"You'll make a tenfold profit," I persuaded.

After a while of trying to persuade him he finally agreed "Shit, okay tell me the plan, oh, and I only have $200,"

We concluded the call shortly after that.

Now, I had a total of $550, including the $250 that Darjan had invested. It wasn't an ideal amount, but it would have to do. I called Darjan to inform him that we had a total of $800 and agreed to meet up the next day to purchase the necessary items. That night, I went to sleep feeling nervous, my mind consumed by the upcoming events.

The following day, I attended school as usual. During the lunch break, I went searching for Eman. And after some effort, I finally found him in the bathroom smoking and told him to meet me in Ipoz right after school, instructing him to bring a scale with him. When he asked "Why the scale?", I simply told him he would find out soon enough.

As the school day ended, I went to a Halloween store and bought a mask, a mask that will represent the pinnacle of evil in the future.

It was a full face cover mask constructed with a unique feature—a blurry plastic that intentionally distorted the view. This was exactly what I desired, as it allowed my face to be visible, yet prevent any identification. I quickly bought it and without wasting time, I made my way to Ipoz. I waited for half an hour admiring the graffities filling the entire abandoned factory until Eman finally showed up.

"Did you bring the scale?" I asked Eman as he arrived.

"Yea, don't worry," he replied, pulling out the scale from his backpack.

Just then, Darjan made his appearance. I greeted him with a nod, and we exchanged brief jokes before getting down to business.

"Alright, both of you, give me the money," I instructed, extending my hand.

Eman and Darjan handed over their respective sums, and I counted the cash.

At that moment, a sleek black BMW pulled up in front of the Ipoz small parking spot, catching our attention. Two individuals with Adidas tracksuits stepped out of the car, and it was evident that Eman and Darjan were nervous. The men slowly entered the factory, going up the stairs and finally locking eyes with us.

"You got the money, punks?" one of them demanded smoking his cigarette.

"Yes, you got the stuff?" I replied, matching his tone.

"Mhm, now give me the money," he commanded.

"Before I pay, I brought a scale with me. Let my friend here-" i pointed to Eman "-weigh it and tell us how many grams are in that bag," I proposed, maintaining a confident demeanor.

after carefully measuring the contents, Eman announced. "Boss, there are 160 grams of marijuana,"

"Good, just as we agreed," I affirmed, pleased with the outcome.

I handed over the money, and in return, they handed me the drugs. The transaction went smoothly, and they promptly left. That's when Eman voiced his confusion.

"Dionis, why the fuck did you buy so much weed?"

"Because we're going to sell it, dumbass," I replied, rolling my eyes at his lack of foresight.

We soon found ourselves tangled in a heated argument about who would take the weed home. After arguing for a while, we reached an agreement: Darjan would be responsible for safeguarding the stash.

With the plan in motion, Darjan and Eman began searching for potential buyers, selling the weed for $10 a gram. We were making a profit of $5 per gram since we had acquired the weed for $5 per gram.

Over the course of a week, I slowly made up with Eman and Darjan sold all the weed, but the odd thing was that Darjan didn't tell me he sold all of them.

Then one day as I was scrolling thru my phone in the school bathroom I noticed that Darjan suddenly blocked me. Immediately I knew what he was doing.

I rapidly texted Eman, urgently conveying the situation.

"Eman, leave the school right now and meet me at the shop near our school!" I messaged.

"I can't, bro. I've already skipped too many times. My parents would kill me," he responded, expressing his apprehension.

"You retard, Darjan stole the money," I typed, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

"I'm on my way. That fucker is dead," Eman finally replied, his money hungry personality fueling his anger.

We met, and without wasting a second, we sprinted towards Darjan's school. Upon arrival, we waited outside the premises, biding our time until the school break began. As the minutes ticked by, the sound of the bell pierced the air, signifying the start of the break. My teeth clenched tightly as I swung open the front door with a surge of fury, Eman following closely behind me.

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