RAY RAY AND RUE RUE
besties for life, right?

When I was younger, me and Ray were like best friends. We'd always do everything together. We snorted our first coke line together, smoked our first blunt together, you name it we did it. They'd call us ray ray and rue rue, don't ask me why but it definitely stuck.

I told Ray everything and anything, and he'd do the same. He was like the brother I never had, smacked some sense into me when I was doing drugs. When I overdosed, he called me as soon as I got discharged from rehab. He gave me a long ass lecture, and I didn't listen to a damn word. But I was still thankful I had at least one person in this world that gave a damn about me and understood me.

Ray slams the door of his black Honda Accord, slinging his back pack over his shoulder. When he enters the school, the halls were empty, he knew he was late. He opens the creaky door to Mr. Aguston's classroom, interrupting him mid lecture. "Mr. Hernandez. Nice of you to join us, better late then never." Ray takes his seat next to Smokey and Rue.

Smokey dabs him up, "What's good? After school I got three business opportunities for you." Ray tilts his head, "I'm not dealing." Smokey rolls his eyes, "Two then." Ray takes out his work book and led pencil, jots a few things down then turn to Rue, who's staring out the window.

She looks out of it more than she usually does, which means a fuckin lot when talking about Rue Bennet.
"Yo, Rue. Are you okay?" Ray asks, causing Rue to snap out of her trance. "Huh? Yeah, I'm good." Ray looked at her expectantly, she sighs. "Fine, how do you tell your girlfriend that you relapsed on new years?" Ray's eyes widen as he turns away and let's out a chuckle.

"You don't."

•

Smokey knocks on the door of an upscale estate. "How you know this lady again?" Ray asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "I know people." Ray makes a face, "What? No, I mean like-" The door opens to reveal a tan woman, probably in her early thirties, short brown hair, and a lowkey milf. "Hey Ms. Samantha." Smokey smiles cheekily.

"Hey Samuel! What brings you by?" Samantha asks. Ray holds in his laugh, but lets out a snort at the fact that she called him 'Samuel'. Smokey ignores him, "This is the friend I was talking about, Raymon." Samantha directed her attention to the Hernandez on the right of Smokey. "Well nice to meet you Raymon, please, come in." The two boys enter the house.

If this is what happens when you marry a rich man then Ray might just turn gay. "Raymon, is it alright if I call you Ray?" Ray nods, "Okay, so you can start tomorrow, the cleaning supplies are in the pool room. We can discuss pay over the phone, and I think that's it. Right?"

Ray nods once more, Samantha breathes a sigh of relief, "Thank god, I thought I was missing something." Before they leave, Ray turns around. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know Samuel?" Smokey glares at Ray from the door.

"Oh! He used to babysit for my son, Theo." Ray could fall to the ground from laughter.

•

After saying their goodbyes, the two drive to the next destination. "Samuel? Really? And you babysitting a little boy?" Ray mocks, cackling.

"Samuel is my real name, you cunt." Smokey glowers. They pull up in a parking garage and walks down the stairs that was nearby. "Listen, these people don't fuck around. The Bellmont's are not to be fucked around with."A bodyguard dressed in a black suit guards the door. Smokey nods at him, and he opens the double doors to reveal a underground club. Ray stayed close to Smokey as they part through the crowd. "The fuck is this place?"

"Underground boxing ring."

Smokey approaches the VIP section, but gets stopped by a bodyguard sticking his arm out to stop them from going any further. "Smokey!" The man in a purple velvet seat yells. He has short brown hair combed to the back, a bear with a little gray in it. The man puts his cigar down next to his glass of bourbon. Multiple girls sit on either side of him, his arm on one of them. "Keith! Don't be so stiff! Let my man and his friend in." The bodyguard lets them through and opens the rope for them.

"Smokey! My main man, how have you been?" The man speaks, taking a sip of his bourbon. "Oh, where are my manners, please take a seat." Ray makes eye contact with Smokey, then hesitantly takes a seat in the lounge chair. "So, allow me to ask again. How have you been Smokey?" Smokey nods with stoic face, "I've been good." The man groans dramatically, "Man! What is wrong with people tonight, so uptight." The man looks at Ray.

"Who are you? Sorry, I didn't catch your name." Smokey tries to intervene, "This is the guy-" The man puts a hand up. "I asked him." Ray glances at Smokey before answering, "My names Ray. Sir." The man laughs. "Sir," he mocks. "You don't know who I am, do you?" Ray shakes his head, "No sir."  The man sits up straight, sticking his hand out. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jason." Ray looks at his hand before taking it.

"Jason Bellmont."

Jason tightens his grip on Ray's hand and shakes it. Both faces are dead serious, before Jason laughs once more. "I like him." Jason leans back in his chair, laughing. "Girls, please make these two men comfortable." The redhead locks eyes with Ray and smirks. She gets up and goes walks behind him, Ray suddenly feels a pair of dainty hands massage his shoulders.

"How old are you Ray?" Ray uncomfortably shifts in his seat. "Eighteen." Jason finishes his drink, "Baby, get me a refill and get Ray some water." The girl takes his drink and walks off. Smokey has been unnaturally quiet, Ray looks at him. His head his down, and is really out of it. "Smokey tells me your looking for a job." Ray nods, "You ever box someone?"

"No, but I've gotten into fights before." Jason nods. A blonde male walks past Jason, he calls out to him. "Wes! Come here real quick." Wes turns, "Yes Mr. Bell?" Wes looks about six feet, lean build, strong as hell. "This is Ray, would you fight him for five bands?" Wes looks at Ray and smiles, "Sure."

Jason claps and gets up, "We got a fight tonight boys!" Smokey and Ray makes eye contact again, this tome worriedly. "Ray, you win, you get the five bands and your in the business. Got it?" Ray nods. Jason smiles and guides him to the locker room. He tosses him white, satin boxing shorts and gloves. "Hurry up and change."

After Ray changes, he meets Jason outside the locker room. He leads Ray to the ring, Wes already in it. Somehow, Wes his ten times bigger than before. Jason stands in the middle of the ring. The music dies down as Jason talks into the mic, "Ladies and gentlemen! Your in for a treat tonight!" The crowd roars in excitement. "In this corner we have Wes our undisputed boxer here at El Miracle!" The crowd screams. "And in this corner, we have Ray! Ray's in for a good fight right?" The crowd yells again.

"Who am I to hold up the fight?! Judges prepare to judge and referees prepare to ref! En Garde!" Jason steps out the ring. The bell sound is rung and everybody goes crazy. Wes throws the first punch, landing on Ray's cheek. He stumbles back and Wes takes advantage of it. He throws a flurry of punches at Ray, landing every one. The ref gets in the middle and pushes Wes away.

The crowd shakes the gates and some bang on the matt. Ray looks around, his vision blurry. The ref is counting down, ten seconds left to get up. Ray gets up and leans on the gate for support. He gets into his fighting stance and the ref steps to the side. Wes throws another quick jab, Ray dodging it and weaves around him. Wes lands a heavy right hook on Ray's abdomen. He grits his teeth, the white pain causes him to double over. Before Wes could pounce, the bell is sounded, meaning the round ended.

The two boys return to their respective corners. Ray sits on the stool as Smokey squirts water in his mouth. "Ray, listen." Ray swishes the water and spits in the bucket. "You got this, I know you do. Remember the reason why you went to Seattle. Remember all the pent up anger, the adrenaline rush everytime you see blood, the way your knuckles bruised after fighting." Ray stares at Smokey intently and hangs onto every word. "There's blood in the water and it's not yours Ray, you got it?" Ray nods, putting the mouth guard in his mouth. "Good, now get out there and knock him the fuck out!"

The bell rings and the two boxers take their stance. Wes tries to take a quick jab, but Ray counters and hits him with a quick one-two combo. Ray attempts a hook but it gets dodged, he recovers by hitting him with a cross. A sick crack can be heard from Wes' nose. Blood gushes out of his nostrils, Wes temporarily disoriented.

The reason why you went to seattle.

Ray connects to Wes' left cheek with a mean hook.

The adrenaline rush everytime you saw blood.

Ray hits Wes with a rear hook on his stomach.

The way your knuckles bruised after fighting.

The referee stands between them, Ray backing up. Everyone could see that Wes was done for, he still gets up. Wes tries to quick jab Ray, but it was too late.

There's blood in the water, and its not yours.

Ray hits Wes with a uppercut, blood spewing out of his mouth as he falls to the ground. The bell rings three times.

"The winner by K.O! Ray!" The crowd goes crazy as the ref lifts Ray's arm up. Ray smiles, but it fades away when he makes eye contact with Jason.

Ray got himself into a lot of fucked up situations.

Jason sickly smile stretches across of his face as he claps.

But nothing is worse then what he just got himself into.

CHARLIE SMACK TALKS
ray done fucked up CAUSE OF MF SMOKEY!! anyways this chapter was damn long so ill have to make a part 2 to finish the episode.

what are yall's thoughts about Jason?