Captain Nichols sent me to a chapel, 21 Jump Street, it looked a little run down.

"Why would you send me to this rundown piece of shit?" I mutter to myself, hoisting my duffel bag over my shoulder and heading up to the door, turning the handle and popping it open. I enter the stuffy smelling church, looking around at the slightly beat up interior.

"Hello?!" I yell out, hoping Nichols wasn't playing a joke on me. I hear a door slam open, a man comes walking around the corner,

"Who the hell are you?" He asks. He's a biggish guy, about five foot eleven, African American, and wearing a decent suit.

"I'm Ryan Taylor, Captain-" The man smiles and facepalms,

"That's right, you're Captain Nichols' new hotshot transfer." He says, he walks up to me and puts his hand out to shake,

"I'm Captain Decker, welcome to Jump Street." He says as I accept the handshake,

"I'm a little confused, he didn't really explain what this is." I retort, Decker nods,

"The main idea is that there is A LOT of crime, but you'd be surprised how much of it is actually started in high school. And how it can spill into the community. That's where we come in. We pick youthful looking Officers and we have them infiltrate High Schools and smoke out the crime and perform the arrests." He replies. I pace a little as he's talking,

"So what you're saying is you throw people with babyfaces into high schools to stop people from taking each others lunch money?" I ask, scoffing a little at the idea.

"You'd be surprised by what kind of crime actually goes on in high schools. Porn rings, drug cartels, gang activity, underage drinking, illegal parties, car rings. The list is pretty long." Decker states.

"How many of...us...are there?" I ask.

"Currently there are four...well there's four if you choose to do this." Decker says, fixing his tie. I ponder it for a second, sitting down.

"I'll try it." I say. Decker smiles really wide,

"Wonderful!" He exclaims, I stand up as he turns around and walks towards what I assume is his office.

"When do I start?" I ask, he returns with a file.

"Right now. Study that file, that thing is literally your life as this case is going on. Here's the low down, I'm gonna give you an easy one for your first case so you learn the ropes. This one is a simple drug case. Someone in the school is moving a large shipment of coke, we don't know where but we have a time frame of five days, so I'd get in a soon as possible. You aren't Ryan Taylor now, you're Kyle Reardon, you are an average student grade-wise, but your a delinquent. Keep that in mind when you're fucking with the guys who run the drugs." Decker says, handing me the file.

"Doesn't someone have to enroll me?" I ask, Decker grins wide,

"I've already taken the liberty." I nod, reading through the file.

"Will I run into any more officers there?" I ask.

"Officer Mara is there, and so is Officer Wood. I'll send them a text and a picture of you, they'll find you. Be natural when you meet them." He says. I nod, "And Taylor?" Decker calls as I turn around,

"Yes sir."

"Leave your gun in the car." He adds. I nod as I continue out the door.


I pull up to the school, Hartman High School. It was a pretty nice campus, way nicer than the old decrepit ghetto that was my old school. I already locked my gun in the glove box of my blue 1971 Dodge Challenger. I open my car door, stepping out with my school bag that I picked up from home, and shut my door. I breathe in deeply,

"High School, cuz it was SO fun the first time." I mutter to myself, walking up to the front door and entering the building. I look around for a second before finally spotting the main office.

"Here we go." I mumble, I enter the main office and approach the smooth, mahogany front desk.

"Welcome to Hartman High, how may I help you?" The lady at the desk asks, I smile charmingly,

"Hi, I'm Kyle Reardon, I just transferred from Ballard High School." I reply. The desk lady smiles and turns to her computer, typing in some commands before turning back to me,

"I have your schedule pulled up right here, I'll print it out for you, but you have to go see Principal Sheen before you can head off to class." I nod before realizing I'm being way to ME, not enough Kyle. I decided to tone it down, not wanting to blow my cover within the first five minutes.

"Kyle, come on in!" I heard a voice that I assumed was Principal Sheen, I follow the voice to the office, shutting the door behind me.

"Kyle Reardon, mediocre in your classes, mediocre in the extracurricular, the most interesting thing about you is the amount of arrests and suspensions on your record. Quite astonishing how much of a delinquent you are. I trust I won't have to deal with you too often?" Principle Sheen says from behind his mahogany desk. He's dressed in a three piece suit, he has thick framed glasses and balding fast. His black hair was filled with gray, and he looked about 65 years old.

"Whatever you say." I say, smirking and looking off to the side.

"Get to class." Principle Sheen growls.

"With pleasure, with pleasure." I say, turning around and leaving the office.


By the time lunch came around I was ready to slam my head into the table repeatedly. I know I came in three fourths of the way into the year, and I'm already well versed in Hartman Lore. I already know who are supposed whores and who are the annoying jocks.

"Is this seat taken?" I hear a girls voice say from next to me. I look over at her, she's about 5 foot 6, athletic body, long brown hair, and warm brown eyes.

"Sure." I reply, she plops down, energetic.

"Hi Ryan." She says, I feel my face get a little warm.

"You must have the wrong person, I'm Kyle Reardon, just-." I begin, she shushes me,

"Im Emily Wood , OFFICER Emily Wood." She whispers in my ear. I nod,

"Be gentle, its my first time." I reply. She chuckles,

"I know. Mara's on his way over." She states, I nod as I look over and see who I assumed is Mara.

"Hello Ryan, I'm John Mara." He says quietly shaking my hand. He was a pretty tall guy, very jock-like with a lot of muscle, a letter-mans jacket too. He had short, messy brown hair, dark green eyes, and he was about six feet tall.

"What do I call you guys while on campus?" I ask. Emily smiles,

"Im Jessica Castle, and he's Nick Reynolds." Emily replies. I nod,

"So you guys have been here longer than me, wanna bring me up to speed?" I ask,

"Here's the lowdown, We have the distributor, but we need an in so we can get the shipment. That's where you come in, being the delinquent and all. The kid you need to talk to is Trent Lombardi, he's a rich kid, good in his classes, but moonlights as a drug runner. Our alias' are too goody goody to infiltrate the ring." John says.

"Hey, new boy." I hear a deep, male voice say from behind. I turn around in my seat and look at a jock, about my height and build, which is 5 foot 11, and decently muscular.

"You talking to me?" I ask, running my fingers through my messy brown hair.

"Heard you were flirting with my girl." He says, putting on his best tough guy visage.

"Oh this is fantastic." I reply.

"Stand up bitch." He says, Emily nods to me as I get up.

"Look dude, I know you jocks like to slap each others ass and jerk each other off in the locker room, but I don't roll that way. I'm sorry to disappoint you." I say, cracking my neck. The guy takes a swing at me, but I duck under it and drive a straight jab into the guys chin, dropping him to the floor. The whole lunch room went silent. He looks up at me, surprised.

"Whats going on here?" I hear a teacher yell, I glance over,

"He slipped on the floor." I say, putting my hand out to him, he looks at me for a sec before giving me his hand. I drag him up to his feet and pat him on the back. The teacher gives me a wary stare before turning and walking away. The jock looks at me for a sec before turning and walking away.

"Good save, if you got suspended Decker would have killed you." John said as I sit down.

"Okay, I want to get started on this as soon as possible. Where is this Trent kid?" I ask, scratching my neck.

"He usually hangs out by his Camaro after school, its the only silver one in the lot." Emily says, "But he has to come to you, you can't walk up to him, he'll put two and two together in a second." She adds.


I stand by my Challenger with Emily and John, scoping out the Camaro that Trent drove, its not a classic, its the new one, 2013.

"So he's just the distributor?" I mutter to them.

"Yeah, he's low level, but he's connected to the high level runners and that's who we're trying to bring down." John says, running his fingers through his hair. Trent is reaching into his trunk and even from here I can see him pulling the baggies of white powder out and handing it to people.

"He's quite popular." I state, Emily and John chuckle a little. Trent looks my way, taps one of his friends on the arm and begins walking over here.

"Here he comes, he probably saw the fight at lunch, figures you're a hardass." John says. I nod as Trent reaches me.

"Hey, you must be new." He says, chewing his gum loudly and giving a movie star smile.

"Yeah, just transferred in from Ballard High." I reply.

"I saw what happened at lunch, trust me you aren't the first person who wanted to put their fist through his face, you're just the first to actually do it. Roll with me, and no one will fuck with you like that again, and hell, I might even let you in on some stuff I got going on." Trent says, putting his hand out to shake. I take it, realizing I just got my in.

"See you around...whats your name?" Trent asks,

"Kyle Reardon, you?" I ask,

"Trent Lombardi." as he leaves.


Decker paces his office as we sit there.

"You got in a fight on the first day? Jesus Christ Taylor, I can't begin to think what kind of student you were when you were ACTUALLY a student." Decker scolds. I shift in my seat,

"Well that little fight managed to give me my in." I reply, Decker stops pacing,

"Well that's all good and such, but you need to be more careful, if you get suspended you'll blow the whole case." He says, sitting down in his chair.

"Yes sir." I say.

"How's the delinquency going?" He asks all three of us.

"Oh just jolly." John states, cracking his knuckles. I chuckle a little bit at the comment because I was thinking the same thing.

"Well I was hit on by about six different guys, three of which I previously thought to be gay, so that's interesting I suppose." Emily adds.

"Well that's cuz you're a hottie." John says, laughing. All four of us laugh but Emily's laugh is more mocking than anything.

"So whats next?" I ask, "Just play friendly with the Trent kid?"

"Yeah, stick with him and be the guy you were yesterday." He replies, "With less fisticuffs please." I laugh,

"Yes sir." I say.

"Alright. Dismissed."