Capítulo 8: Mystery Boys
During lunch period, Timothy sat with four of his best friends who he had known since kindergarten. Mike, Jeremiah, Gregg and Anthony. Mike was his first friend who he had much in common with.
Mike is humorous and cool. He tried so hard to flirt with every girl in the school and never succeeded. Mike is a chubby boy with a low haircut and always worn plain big T-shirts with no logos on them. Jeremiah is the awkward and shy one who has low-self esteem. He is the quietest one in the group who always listened and observed. Gregg is the intelligent and clever one who is a bookworm. He is light-skin and skinny. He has curly short hair and worn thick glasses. Anthony is talkative among the group. He has a medium height, and wears glasses as well. He got teased often because the others called him Stevie Wonder.
"I kind of wish Mark was part of our Gizem club, and I think we would of had some fun together," Timothy said.
"Friends with a white boy, you have to be kidding me," Gregg said, shaking his head.
"Why do you guys always make it a racial thang? Who cares if the boy is white and came from a racist community. That doesn't mean he is a racist. Like Come on, I thought by now, this was a integrated world since we living in the 21st century. I thought this prejudice stuff ended after Martin Luther King got assassinated in 1968," Timothy stated.
"Timothy, you remember when Mark had called D'Angelo and Marron niggers and you don't think that's being racist?" Mike asked.
"Yeah I remember, but y'all know when someone gets really angry sometimes they just snap and say the wrong words but that doesn't always mean they meant what they said. I know that happened to all y'all before when y'all got mad at somebody and said words that you didn't mean, " informed.
"Yeah guys, I think Timothy is right, maybe Mark didn't mean what he said to them, I even got angry at my parents and at my brothers, but I didn't mean it, " Gregg said
"That's real talk that you said that," Gregg said.
"Thanks, man. At least somebody agreed with me, " Timothy said, giving Gregg a friendly hand shake.
"So what do you guys suggest on what we should do on our first task to this bullying issue?" Anthony asked.
"Uhm, well what I suggest we should do is some personal background research on D'Angelo and Maron before we feel to expose them and embarrass them in front of the whole school, " Timothy suggested.
"Embarrass? Nah, that sound kind of wack, " Anthony said.
"Why you say that?" Timothy asked.
"What are you trying to embarrass the dude for? That's not enough, we need something more hard core," Anthony said.
"What you mean hardcore?" Timothy asked.
"Yeah I don't get it," Gregg said.
"If you embarrass him, of course they go laugh, but they go still be cool with em.
"But Maron's arm is broken, we could embarrass him more," Timothy suggested.
"Even if his arm is broken, that plan not go work. Maron is too popular in this school. His face could be messed up and everybody will still like em. I was thinking something like a set up, we could pretend one of us is a real thug on the street, or we could have an actual thug set em up, " Anthony suggested.
"How we go do that? And where we go get thugs from?" Timothy asked.
"Hello? We live in Chicago, tha, there is millions of thugs walking around our neighborhoods everyday," Anthony said.
"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this bullying stops, I'm getting tired of being mess with by those two niggas, so what's the plan Anthony?" Timothy asked.
"Does anybody know any thugs? Or y'all have any thugs in y'all family?" Anthony asked.
"I think I have one thug in my family, " Gregg said.
"You think?" Timothy asked.
"He's a mysterious thug, it's my cousin, my family calls him a low life cause he lazy and always hang out with his friends all the time, " Gregg said.
"I don't think that's what we call a thug, I'm talking about an actual thug who is about that life on the streets. I want real thug man or a thug boy to set both of em up, " Timothy said.
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 **ss, am I?" Maron asked rudely.
"He transferred to another city," Timothy stated.
"He transferred? Well you better find his **ss 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 am 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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