Jason had been suspended from school a few days previous, much to his parents anger and dismay. It was bullshit really, he didn't even want to be suspended, it just sort of happened. It wasn't that he didn't beat and rob the kid, he was guilty of that much, but he didn't do it looking to get suspended. Shit, it wasn't even random, the kid had walked into him, probably deliberately trying to test the new kid. He didn't even apologize. 

Point being the dude needed jacking and Jason needed a few more dollars and a couple of pens for class, it kind of just fell in his lap. Course that's pretty far from what he was gonna tell any teachers or his mum or step dad if they asked. Nah, that prick came into the toilet looking to beat on the new kid, course he wasn't just gonna take it. That's the story he fed his parents, the teachers didn't get shit and the other kid didn't say anything either. If there was one thing that was the same as in England it was that most everyone knew better than to snitch. With nothing to go on all the school could do was dish out a few days suspension.

With nothing else to do for a few days Jason decided to roam the streets. He didn't have many contacts around and that was a problem. In order to make money or get any kind of reputation he would need a few contacts. Unfortunately not many dudes took an English kid seriously round the parts he found himself in. It was only after a week of making it very clear that anyone who stepped to him would be dropped at school that he even managed to make anything close to a friend. People were weary of making a friend out of a possible bullying target, so making sure people knew he wasn't that was the first priority. 

Now that was done he could focus on part two, finding out how all these bitches made money on some of the poorest blocks in the city. It didn't take him long at all to find out, all he had to do was walk around and observe for a little while. Two words; corner kids. It only took five minutes of watching a corner to see a good bit of drug dealing getting done. Jason wasn't planning on that unless he had to though, the kids didn't look like they were all that well paid, and that wasn't a good sign for Jason. He also didn't really want to go back to standing around all fucking day. 

The second option was to simply rob the bastards, but it wasn't like England where people only brought their heaters or machines out if there was some killing or robbing to be done. Guns were far more common here, he couldn't be sure whether or not the corner kids had a strap or two ready to be used in order to defend, and he was yet to get his hands on one himself. He could rob them, he didn't doubt that, but it would take a gun he was sure wouldn't jam, a good bit of planning and being willing to be identified. 

A ski mask wouldn't do, there was no hiding his accent. A couple words and every fucking kid in the bits would know it was him. He didn't plan on getting his brains blown out on the way to school. Nah, he needed another way to make cash, one that got him paid reasonably well but didn't involve every youth in the street looking to blow his brains out. He decided to pay his new friend Nathan a visit, he was in the streets, maybe he would know of a few more job prospects.