Join Jackson

There wasn’t any way in hell that Jackson was backing down from a fight.

Afraid of what could go down and the safety of his cousin, Mark reluctantly followed along and went with his idea. He let him know where exactly Dixon’s dormitory was and they quickly made their way towards there.

“What exactly are we going to do there? This is such a bad idea,” Mark asked him on the walk there.

Jackson shrugged, “We’ll trash his room, steal some stuff, whatever we can do to fuck with this kid.”

“You don’t know him like I do. If he catches us doing this or finds out it was us, he’d come back at us a million times worse than anything we could do to him,” Mark said, advocating for the pair of them to forget about this and leave.

It didn’t have any impact on Jackson who was already a little drunk and feeling like he could take on anyone.

“We’ll take the risk,” he said bluntly.

It was useless, it didn’t matter what he said, Jackson was going to do this no matter what he said. Begrudgingly, Mark followed behind him, heading towards Dixon’s room.

***

Finally getting there, they were presented with a dilemma.

His door was obviously locked.

Mark looked at Jackson, hoping he would realise that this was a dumb idea and give up.

“It’s locked Jackson, it’s not like we can just…”

Not able to finish his sentence, Mark was interrupted by Jackson who slammed his foot forward, knocking down the door. He was tall and powerful and even though it was locked, Jackson was able to break that lock through the power of his right leg.

He looked at his cousin and just smiled. Mark couldn’t help but laugh himself, he had to admit that it did look pretty badass to break through the door like that.

Jackson pushed the broken door open and marched forward. It was a dorm room that only fit one person in, that being Dixon. As Mark entered, he flicked on the light, “Let’s just make this as quick as possible and then get the hell out of here.”

He didn’t like the chances of that happening however, Jackson spent the next few minutes snooping around, seeing what he could find. The room was messy, he didn’t appear to have many textbooks or equipment inside. Opening up one of the cabinet draws, Jackson found a plastic bag with white powder inside it. There was a decent amount inside, clearly Dixon had spent a fair bit of money on it.

Throwing it over to Mark who almost dropped the bag, testing his reflex reactions, Jackson knew it would frustrate him greatly.

“Jackpot,” he laughed before continue to search his stuff.

“Alright let’s just take this and go,” Mark then said, hoping it would be enough to satisfy Jackson’s rage.

His cousin shook his head as he kept looking through his stuff. It was something he should have known better about. After hearing what kind of person Dixon was, Jackson wasn’t going to stop here.

At that moment, Mark jumped as he heard the door creak open from behind him…