South Park, Park County, Colorado
Monday, September 3rd, 2018
7:15 AM
Slight Chance of Snow…
Running out of ideas on what to say…
It was cold.
That was the first thing Jack had really noticed about this place. Well, it was still in the high fifties, so not awful, but for someone from LA, that was kind of cold.
Especially if this was their first time actually setting foot here.
Yeah, he should have thought of that before he decided to buy that house here.
Jack was seventeen, and just starting his junior year of high school. The last year had been awful for him. His parents were killed in a car accident, and his greedy relatives tried to get him so they could get to his inheritance.
His father, Brian John Anderson had been a wealthy shipyard owner. His company was the biggest in the business in LA. When he died, he left a sizable fortune to Jack, and naturally, his relatives tried to get that. Jack hated the lot of them. They were all people who gossiped about his parents, hated his mother, and ignored him. Until he was their key to riches.
So he fought them in court, and not only won emancipation, but all of the money his parents had left him.
He had won the case in May; now he was here, ready to move into his new home.
Jack was always kind of bookish. He loved learning, and he wanted to continue his education, even though he didn't always agree with the education system…
That's why he was here. He pulled his somewhat average car into the nearest parking space, and after getting his backpack, he joined the other students heading to class for the first day of school…
A few people stared at him as he walked among the crowd.
"That's the new rich kid." A girl commented to one of her friends. "Kinda cute, but probably an asshole. Most rich kids are..."
"Except for Token. He's cool."
Jack continued walking into the hallway.
The interior of the High School was pretty much exactly what you'd expect. Busy, crowded, with some trash on the ground, and occasional graffiti.
It took a little while for him to find the Office, but when he did, he was a little relieved to see there was only a short line there. Only three people.
He got into line.
The boy in front of him, a somewhat short redhead with an orange jacket and a green ushanka on seemed bored, or at least, distracted.
"You good?" Jack asked.
The redhead was shaken from his thoughts, and looked at him.
"Yeah, I guess. Just thinking about all the other things I'd rather be doing..."
Jack chuckled. "This school is that bad?"
The redhead nodded, before replying sardonically.
"Definitely. Mostly because of this one fatass."
Jack cocked a brow.
"Is he way to much of an asshole or something?"
The redhead shook his head. "Way worse then that. You don't know selfish, bigoted, racist, nazi, and sadism until you've met Eric Cartman."
Jack blinked, before replying.
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah. He once fed this one kid chili made from his parents because of...well..."
Jack's eyes widened a little at that. Well that was...extreme…
"What did that kid do?"
"Tricked him into buying pubes."
Jack blinked. "This kid...tricked him into buying pubes?"
"Trust me, he was, and kind of still is, that stupid."
Jack nodded a little, kind of regretting his decision to move here.
"Um, I'm Jack by the way." Jack said, trying to change the subject.
"Kyle." The redhead introduced with a slight smile. He seemed to be happy that they had switched gears.
"Kyle Broflovski."
Kyle turned, and took his schedule, before he began to walk off. He waited a little, however, while Jack went to get his.
"Jack Anderson?" The counselor asked, before stopping.
"Wait...you're that new kid, right?"
Jack nodded.
"M'kay...well welcome to South Park. Have a good school year."
Jack took his schedule, and turned to meet Kyle.
"Wonderful..." Kyle commented. "I got history first period... "
Jack stopped. "With who?"
"Mr. Sanders." Kyle replied.
Jack nodded. "I got the same class. You know where room 201 is?"
Kyle nodded. "Yeah. I'll show you."
Jack proceeded to follow the redhead as the two began heading off to class.
"So...you hate history I'm guessing?" Jack asked.
"Not really. Just not that interesting the way Mr. Sanders supposedly teaches it. I've had good teachers who at least make it tolerable."
Jack shrugged. "I love history. But I understand why people find it boring..."
He stopped. "Wait, why did you take AP World then?"
Kyle stopped. "Dad's kind of a drill sergeant when it comes to school. He expects us to get all A's. He yelled at my little brother Ike when he got an A minus."
Jack blinked. "Why is he so caught up on that?"
"He wants us to go to Harvard or Yale or one of those Ivy League schools. He also wants me to be Valedictorian..."
Jack chuckled. "Yeah...because those are oh so superior? There isn't anything you can't learn on your own or through your own experiences."
Kyle laughed. "Tell that to my dad."
As they began to walk up the stairs, they saw someone leaning against the wall, not looking particularly happy to be here either. He was fairly tall; about 6' 2". He had dirty blond hair, light blue eyes, and also had fair colored skin. This kid also had a really muscular, fit build; like he did some kind of exercise daily. He had to be over 200 pounds in solid muscle.
"History.." The kid muttered with a sigh while looking at his schedule. "Well, could be worse.. I could've had math first hour.."
"Ugh...that's one thing I can't do." Jack commented. "Math is fucking awful."
The kid looked up and cocked a brow.
"Definitely.." He replied. "You new too? I heard some of the other kids talking about you."
"Let me guess? I'm probably a stereotypical asshole rich kid or something?"
Kyle cocked a brow, but didn't say anything.
The kid nodded.
"Pretty much.. High school can be a pain in the ass." He then smirked and added. "Luckily I just have a couple years to go. I turned 17 not too long ago, and can't wait to get the hell outta here! Gonna try and get into MMA full time after I graduate. Maybe UFC if I'm lucky.."
"Good luck. I have no idea what I want to do after High School..." Kyle shrugged.
Jack nodded in understanding, but didn't say anything.
"So.." The kid began. "I assume you're the 'rich asshole' named Jack?" He joked with a slight smirk.
"Yes." Jack replied. "Some of the girls outside were also talking about you too..."
The kid cocked a brow.
"That so?" He then smirked once more. "What about?"
"Mostly about how hot you supposedly are..." Kyle interjected. "Normal, high school girl gossip..."
Still with a grin on his face, the kid shrugged and replied,
"Hey, can't complain about that.." A few seconds passed before the kid added. "Name's Drew by the way.."
"Kyle." Kyle introduced.
"Jack, nice to meet you Drew."
Jack shrugged. "As much as I love history, why does it have to be at 7:30 in the morning?"
"Because they love torturing us, I guess.." Drew laughed.
At that moment, a moderately tall boy walked around the corner, holding his books and other documents near his chest, but not in a casual way. It was as if he was hiding something. He approached the three timidly. He was obviously another new kid.
"H-Hello, there. Is this where I can find room 201?" he asked. He spoke with an English accent.
"Oh, a Brit, eh?" Drew said with an amused expression. "I gotta admit, this school is becoming more diverse by the minute.."
He extended his hand and introduced,
"Drew.."
The stranger rearranged his documents to hold them with one hand as he reached out to shake Drew's hand.
"Alex Pearson," he replied.
Jack cocked a brow, before grinning. He then bowed slightly.
"Your Majesty." He said in the most posh, stereotypical British accent he could muster.
Kyle began to laugh, though he tried to stop himself.
Alex sighed. "Yeah, I figured that would happen, sooner or later," he said.
"Just a joke man. Welcome." Jack said with a smile.
"Name's Jack." He added.
"Nice to meet you, Jack," Alex said.
"I'm Kyle." Kyle added. Alex nodded.
Jack looked at his watch. "Looks like we all have History at 7:30? We should probably head over."
"Yeah, we probably should.." Drew said while grabbing his textbook he'd been given earlier.
When they got there, they found there were only four spots available, though they were clustered on the far left of the room.
Mr. Sanders hadn't arrived yet, so the students were still talking. All except a blonde girl in a red shirt…
"Dudes.." Drew whispered while getting Jack, Alex, and Kyle's attention. "Check out that chick.." He pointed at her so that they could see who he was referring to.
"She's hot.." Drew added with a smirk.
Jack nodded. "She's definitely cute..."
Kyle cocked a brow. "Bloody pervs..."
"Please don't refer to women as 'chicks'," Alex whispered aggressively.
"Oh, don't be such an SJW.." Drew whispered in a teasing manner with his eyes rolled.
Jack grinned, and whispered to Kyle. "Money's on the Royal Exchange Student."
Kyle laughed again.
They sat down on the four seats. Fortunately, Drew's seat was close to the "blonde chick"...
The blonde girl looked back at him, to which he responded with a friendly grin. She immediately turned back around, leaving Drew with an expression of slight defeat.
"Dammit.." Drew muttered to himself.
"Denied." Kyle said under his breath.
"Oh shut it.." Drew said with his eyes rolled. He sighed and sarcastically added. "Well this day's off to a good start.."
Alex rolled his eyes at the attitude of his fellow students. He suddenly felt a twitch in his chest, but dismissed it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom opened, with Mr. Sanders walking in.
"Okay, shut up.. Shut the fuck up!" He yelled as he took a swig out of a moonshine jug. Mr. Sanders was wearing a wifebeater with numerous stains on it, with some jorts and croc shoes. He also was balding, had a neckbeard, and had a very noticeable beer gut.
Jack cocked a brow in slight shock, but said nothing. Alex grimaced at the state of Mr. Sanders. He had never had a teacher arrive in such a pathetic state to one of his classes in Britain.
'Welcome to America', he thought to himself, sarcastically.
"Okay, now yous is gonna open up your dumbass books to page.. page six or somethin' like that. Then you're gonna do the assignment. If you don't, you get an F! Okay, now leave me the fuck alone.. Let me get rid of this hangover with some more booze.." Mr. Sanders finished as he took another huge swig of moonshine.
Jack facepalmed. "No wonder this world's going down hill."
Jack sighed. He flipped through the pages, before paling. "What the fuck?" He said in surprise.
"The fuck you yammering on about, kid?" Mr. Sanders complained, holding his head as if he had a hangover headache.
"You gave us the wrong freaking textbook!" Jack commented. "This is Calculus!"
"Calculus, history.. Same damn thing ain't it?" Mr. Sanders shrugged.
Drew stifled a laugh. He wasn't even mad at any of this. Just really, really amused.. Probably that Southern mentality where anything involving drunk rednecks was funny.
Jack rolled his eyes, and said under his breath. "Dumbass..."
Mr. Sanders stood up out of his chair and asked,
"Da fuck did you just call me?"
"I would repeat it, but I'm not sure you'd understand it." Jack replied.
"Okay, wise guy.." Mr. Sanders chuckled. "You think your rich, Californie ass can talk to me like that? Well guess what? You just earned yourself a trip to PC Principal's office!"
Jack stood up, and replied. "I'm surprised you were able to say that clearly. Maybe you're not as drunk as you look, or sound, or smell..."
He then began to walk off.
"See there, you brainless kids?" Mr. Sanders said. "Only retarded, faggot people come from Californie!"
Jack laughed. "I didn't know you were from there too then."
Alex chuckled under his breath.
Drew cupped his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder, and he said,
"Yo! So where's the real teacher at? You can't be serious with this shit. Fuckin' Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force lookin' ass.."
Everyone in class laughed at that as Mr. Sanders grew more and more angry.
"Now listen here you pretty boy jock!" Mr. Sanders began, his face beginning to turn red. "You better shut the fuck up or-" He then paused.
"No, ya know what? You go to PC Principal's office too! Fuck off!"
Kyle looked at Alex, asking whether or not they should join this.
"Cool.." Drew replied with a forced smile on his face. This was to intentionally piss off Mr. Sanders. "Let's go, Jacky boy.. Before he blows another fucking gasket."
Jack stopped. "Considering how fat he is, I think more than a gasket will blow..."
The entire class once again burst out into laughter, only infuriating Mr. Sanders even further.
Kyle decided to speak, though he was usually a good student. "You might want to watch out for that battle you dropped on the ground. If you fall, it might cause an earthquake."
"Oh! Now the Jew's got jokes too! So fuckin' funny! PC Principal.." Mr. Sanders pointed towards the door.
Kyle got up to join Jack and Drew.
Alex was infuriated at Mr. Sanders' comment. He immediately stood up and spoke,
"How fuckin' dare you? You're sitting there, being a drunk-ass McGee, and you're failing to control your class, you're being anti-Semitic and on top of all of that, calling your students 'dumb' and 'retarded'. If anyone should go to the office, it's you, asshole!" Alex shouted and pointed firmly towards the teacher. He wasn't one to swear in school, but such was his anger, he couldn't help himself.
Mr. Sanders put his hand out in front of him.
"Now where da fuck did this British guy come from? Shouldn't you be back in your country? Y'know, back in London?" He pointed at the door and added. "In the meantime, you can pip-pip cheerio your way down to PC Principal's office!"
"Eugh, PC Principal office. Mate, you count the minutes you last here, when I report you for anti-Semitism with a bunch of witnesses," Alex mocked as he walked from his seat out to the door.
"Do you really think the school won't fire you for that, plus the prospect of being sued?" Jack added.
"Been teachin' here for 20 years, retarded Californie! I got seniority. So beat that, muthafucka!" Mr. Sanders replied with a smirk.
Jack cocked a brow. "Gladly."
With that, he began to walk off, but not before flipping Mr. Sanders off.
Drew looked at Mr. Sanders.
"Have yourself a fine day, sir.." Drew said with his forced smile that he only wore to piss Mr. Sanders off. As he walked out, he shot a grin and a nod at the blonde chick from earlier. She didn't respond, but instead only looked away again.
"What the fuck!.." Drew complained when he was outside of the classroom. "Tough luck.."
Jack sighed. "I thought she'd at least acknowledge you after that. Everyone else was laughing their asses off."
"Bebe's been kind of quiet lately…" Kyle shrugged. "I hope she's doing alright. Her breakup with Clyde went badly..."
Drew grinned slightly and commented,
"Bebe, huh? I like that name.." After a couple seconds, he cocked a brow and added. "Clyde? Who's that? What happened there?"
"Well, all I know is they were dating for a little while, then...she started to change. She broke it off, but has been kind of quiet for months now."
"That's unfortunate," Alex simply said. He itched his chest as he had another twitch. A twitch was normal, but not as many as he had in as little time.
"Hey, boys.." The school counselor, whose name was Mr. Mackey, said as he caught them in the hallway. "Did you just come from Mr. Sanders' class? M'kay.."
Jack nodded. "Yes. He said some things..."
"Did he call you retarded or a faggot? M'kay.." Mr. Mackey questioned, as if he knew.
"Not to mention the anti-Semitic attitude," Alex commented.
Drew chuckled and added,
"It was kinda funny.."
This earned him some glares.
"What? It was, though.." Drew defended.
Mr. Mackey sighed and replied,
"Look, just ignore that, children, M'kay.. Just come and chill in my office until the next class starts, M'kay?"
Jack sighed, before they walked into the office. Another kid was already there. He had a blue jacket and beanie on.
Jack sat down, as did Kyle. "I have to admit, I had low expectations for the teachers here, but not that low."
"You have no idea..." Kyle sighed.
"Could it possibly get worse than that guy?" Alex asked.
"Oh look!" Drew exclaimed with an excited grin on his face. "PE is after my next class! What do you guys got?"
"I got math," Alex said. "One of my favourites, actually. Many people don't see the value in math," he added.
"Well, consider me one of those people.." Drew replied with a smirk. He turned to the others. "What do you got, Jack and Kyle?"
"I have English, then Bio." Jack sighed.
"I got PE at the same time as you, actually." Kyle added.
"Hell yeah!" Drew excitedly said. "PE buddies! That's what's up!" For some reason, he seemed really excited for PE! If one had to guess, it was probably his favorite class of the day..
"Cool. I love basketball, actually. Kenny said I'm one of the best in the school."
"Same here." Drew replied. "The 90's Bulls have got to be my favorite team ever! No one's better than MJ! I'm actually pretty good at basketball, myself.." He paused before asking. "Who's Kenny? Friend of yours?"
"Yeah..." Kyle chuckled. "Though he's a little... I don't know how to explain it."
"Goddamn!" The kid in the blue jacket suddenly exclaimed. "Could you guys shut the fuck up over there? I'm trying to go to sleep over here!"
"Sleeping at school? What is this, kindergarten?" Alex asked quietly.
"Fuck you, British kid.." The kid replied while flipping Alex off. "Don't make me come over there and kick all of your asses!"
"Okay…" Alex said in a strange voice.
Drew could only shake his head.
If only he knew..
Jack shrugged. "Guys want to hang out later?"
"Well, I ain't training MMA at the gym today.." Drew said with a shrug. "Alright.. It's been awhile since I've done something like this."
"Sure. I haven't any plans-" Alex was cut off by a pain in his chest, and then he grasped his wrist.
"You okay?" Kyle asked, showing concern for Alex.
"Yeah, I'm… " Alex began, but groaned in pain. He jumped up from his seat, rushing for his bag, but collapsed in pain. He writhed around, making sounds that were uncomfortable to listen to.
"Son of a Christ.." Drew muttered, standing to his feet now. "What the fuck is wrong with him?"
Alex fought through the jagged movements and pointed to his bag.
"He wants something from his rucksack," Jack said as he rushed to open it.
"B-black…. Drink!" Alex stuttered.
Kyle rushed to the backpack, and pulled out a black vial, and handed it to Alex. He struggled to move his hand to his mouth, but sure enough, he swallowed the black-coloured liquid inside the vial. Soon enough, he stopped writhing around on the floor.
"Sorry about that…" Alex laughed.
"You alright?" Kyle asked, not finding that funny at all.
"Yeah… it's the device that keeps my heart from stopping. It has a palladium core, and it can sometimes get into my bloodstream," Alex said as he lifted his shirt to reveal a circular device with a light in the middle that took up a portion of his chest.
"Woah..." Jack commented.
"That's some Iron Man type shit." Drew joked with a chuckle.
"Yeah… I've had a problem with my heart since I was very young, and so I had this experimental device installed in my chest. It's sort of an OP pacemaker," Alex said.
Kyle nodded in understanding.
"Alright, PC Principal will see you now, m'kay." Mr. Mackey finally said, walking back from the back of the office.
Jack sighed, and the four of them headed into the office.
When they got there, the principal didn't look too impressed.
"Alright," he said, narrowing his eyes a bit. "What happened? If it was any kind of intolerant or hateful or micro-aggressive comments, then I have to warn you to watch your microaggressions, or you're going to detention!"
Jack didn't respond, he just smiled a little over sincerely and nodded, though the others could kind of tell he was not paying much attention.
Drew cocked a brow, and smirked slightly at the same time.
"What the hell is a 'microaggression'?" He asked, knowing it to be a pretty ridiculous term.
"A microaggression is any comment or action that knowingly and deliberately harrasses, excludes, and belittles any non-white male person and removes them of their dignity and-"
Jack rolled his eyes at that. He just couldn't stop himself.
"So what Mr. Sanders said?" He asked.
PC Principal slammed his fist on the table, as if agitated, not at the students, but at something else.
"That guy is full of microaggressions! I wish I could fire him and add someone with more tolerance of other beings and their lives!" He sighed. "But, he has like… seniority.. So there's nothing I can do.. The white male dominated school board would be all over my ass and would most likely fight the decision.." PC Principal merely shrugged, before falling silent.
Jack cocked a brow. "What if someone threatened to sue the school if he wasn't removed, and we got a real teacher instead?"
"He's been here 20 years and it hasn't happened yet.. He's supposed to retire after this school year anyways, so as hard as it is for me to say, we'll probably just have to wait this one out, children.."
Jack leaned back, as if in thought.
"Surely there's something you can do?" Alex asked.
PC Principal shook his head. "No. He has seniority, despite his bigoted and prejudiced ways..."
Jack looked to Drew, before getting an idea.
"What if we sued him specifically, and went around the board? I have a good lawyer, she can definitely find something to get him fired..."
Drew waved his hands in dismissal.
"No way, man.. I ain't about getting involved with lawsuits and shit. I've been to court quite a few times, and that shit stresses me the fuck out! Every time.."
Jack shrugged. "Alright..."
After leaving PC Principal's office, the group headed into the hallway. Alex went to get something real quick, leaving just Kyle, Drew, and Jack.
"Leave me alone Clyde!" They all jumped when someone yelled that.
They both looked to see that it was Bebe, the 'blonde chick' from earlier. She appeared to be cornered against her locker by this guy with brown hair. He looked about 6 feet tall. This 'Clyde' guy wasn't touching her or anything, but he was standing way closer than he should've been.
Jack stopped, and growled. "Dude, leave her alone!" He said harshly.
Clyde turned around, and smirked dismissively. "Oh, whatcha gonna do about it rich kid? You gonna sue me?"
Jack responded by clenching his fists, and took a step forward. "No, I'll just break your nose."
Clyde laughed. "Oh really? I'm shaking. Just get out of here, me and this lovely lady were just having a little chat." He sent her a wink at that, while grinning seductively.
"He's a goddamn psychopath!" Bebe screamed. "Stop him!"
Jack looked at her for a moment, before walking up to Clyde, and throwing a punch.
The hook connected right with Clyde's nose, and he reeled back in surprise. Jack got between him and Bebe.
"You fucked up now, rich boy!" Clyde yelled. He unleashed a flurry of punches, most of which Jack dodged. However, the last few he threw managed to connect with Jack's chin, which rocked him a bit.
Jack stumbled back, but responded by lunging forward. However, as he got ready to deliver a punch, he pulled back surprisingly, and as Clyde ducked to avoid what he expected to be a punch, Jack kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Jack turned to Bebe, but before he could say anything, Clyde roared in anger and tackled Jack to the ground. He began wailing on Jack, unleashing punch after punch to his face.
Jack threw up a punch of his own, but it wasn't enough to knock Clyde off of him. Just then, he was roughly shoved off of Jack by Drew, who now stood protectively in front of Bebe, his expression containing a scowl.
"I'm gonna warn you just this once.." Drew coldly declared. "Get the fuck out of here, and leave her alone! Or you're gonna regret it!"
Clyde's expression hardened, and he leapt at Drew, sending three punches in his direction. Drew dodged every single one with trivial ease, before sending a counter straight left into Clyde's chin, rocking him slightly. It hit him surprisingly hard.
Drew assumed a southpaw fighting stance and stood at the ready.
"Last chance.." Drew warned. "Beat it, motherfucker!"
Clyde growled. "Or what, asshole?"
"Or I'm gonna knock your punk ass out! That's what!"
Clyde clenched his teeth, but instead of running at Drew, he stood at the ready. It seemed he had learned his lesson about just charging in.
Jack got up, and joined Drew. This caused Clyde to hesitate for a moment. Should he really risk fighting two opponents at once?
That was all Drew needed.
With Clyde distracted, he sent an insanely fast spinning heel kick directly into Clyde's chin. It made a loud smack sound that echoed throughout the hallway.
Clyde immediately fell limp, crashing hard to the ground, completely stiff and out cold.
Jack chuckled. "Nice one!" However, his expression fell soon after.
Drew looked at him in confusion, wondering what it was.
Jack then remembered. He turned to Bebe, who was still awestruck by what she had just witnessed. She looked at Drew with her eyes widened and mouth agape.
Not really thinking about whether or not a joke was appropriate, Drew made one anyway,
"Now do ya notice me?" He finished with a laugh.
Bebe merely giggled slightly.
"That was amazing.. I-" Bebe sighed. "Thank you for sticking up for me.. Both of you.. Clyde and I, we.. it's not really a good story." She then remembered what Drew's joke meant and she added,
"I'm just really shy, by the way.. I saw you looking at me and I got too nervous. I wasn't trying to ignore you.."
Drew shrugged.
"Hey, don't worry about it.." Drew replied. "All that matters is that this is over.. If he tries pulling that shit again, just let me know."
Bebe nodded with a gracious grin.
"Thank you.. I will." She said.
"He didn't hurt you, right Bebe?" Kyle asked in concern.
Bebe looked to Kyle and shook her head.
"No.. But I wouldn't put it past him. He went crazy after the breakup.."
"Sorry to hear that." Jack said. "We'll make sure that asshole doesn't pull anything, well, Drew will at least." He sighed. "As you no doubt saw, I'm not that good of a fighter..."
Drew caught on to the negativity straight away and optimistically replied,
"Well, you could always learn how to fight.."
"Would you mind teaching me, then?" Jack chuckled. "You kicked his ass like it was nothing!"
"It was nothing." Drew chuckled, before getting serious again. "I've been training in many different martial arts and fighting styles since I was five! I started out in a small ass junior karate class, and since then, you couldn't stop my interest from growing."
There was a pause, before he continued,
"It went from karate, to taekwondo, to wrestling, to Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, to- Well hell, you name it! I've delved into a bit of everything! I still to this day learn something new every time I train.. I could definitely teach you some of what I know if you want me to."
Drew's face then got serious.
"But it takes discipline, if you wish to truly master the art.. You have to be 100% dedicated, otherwise it backfires."
Jack nodded determinedly.
Drew looked back to Bebe and noticed she had a textbook at her feet on the floor. He picked it up and read it aloud,
"'Algebra 2'.." Drew looked at her and asked,
"You have Algebra 2 next hour too, huh?"
Bebe nodded with her eyes rolled.
"Unfortunately.." She replied.
Drew handed it to her, to which she responded with a thankful nod.
"Well, so do I!" Drew said in mock excitement. "Hell, I can walk you to class.." He then paused, but quickly added something. "If th- that's what you want, of course.. I mean, we don't have t-"
"I'd like that.." Bebe said with a smile. This caught Drew off guard, but he merely smiled back.
As if on cue, the bell rang for the next transition period.
"Well," Drew began. "guess we'd better be going now."
Bebe smirked and said,
"I'd just like to point out that Clyde is still unconscious.."
Drew shrugged.
"I promise he's not dead." He laughed.
Jack looked at Clyde for a second. "You sure about that? That was a pretty good punch..."
"Kick, you mean?.." Drew corrected with a smirk.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Whatever..."
Alex then walked back. "Hey guys, what did I..." He trailed off when he saw Clyde on the floor.
"Nevermind." He sighed.
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The group met in the cafeteria that lunch. Kyle was joined by two other kids, who he introduced as Stan, and Kenny.
"So you guys are the ones who took down Clyde?" Stan asked with a grin. "He's one of the toughest kids in the school. Nice job."
"He was?" Drew questioned with a cocky laugh. He then realized it sounded a little pretentious, and he added. "I- I mean oh yeah, hell yeah, man.. It was no problem. That guy was a dick."
"Ain't that the truth..." Kenny mused, though is voice was muffled by his hood.
"What do you guys usually do at lunch? Play foot- I mean, soccer?" Alex asked, remembering in time that what he knew as football was known as soccer in America.
Kyle grinned. "We do sometimes play basketball."
"Basketball's fun.." Drew added with a grin of his own. "I'm no MJ, but I still have a good time playing it!"
"I don't mind a game of basketball, but I cannot claim to be competent, unfortunately," Alex replied.
Jack looked at Drew, before grinning. "So, how was Algebra?"
Drew's reply was simple,
"Shit.." He then chuckled with a shrug and added, "What better way could you describe it? Definitely the worst class of the day.. That Mr. Garrison guy is pretty funny, though."
Jack nodded. "I bet. I have him after lunch. You guys still wanna meet up after school?"
"Totally." Drew replied with a nod.
"Sure. I'm currently living within walking distance of the school," Alex said.
Jack grinned. "Awesome."
After another few hours of hell, Jack, Alex, Drew, Kyle, and Stan all met at the front of the school. "Kenny had...something to do." Kyle said, hesitant to say precisely what though.
Jack cocked a brow, but didn't ask.
"Wonder what.." Drew said aloud.
Jack shrugged. "Well, maybe another time. Come on, I can drive us down there.
The group headed down there, before finally reaching a two story house that looked a little expensive…
"Here we are."
He drove up the driveway, and exited the car. It was a small driveway, and there was no visible garage. There was only space for one car…
Jack walked up to the door, and opened it. He grabbed some mail, and began looking through them. "Bills..." He muttered. "This will be fun to deal with later..."
"For sure.." Drew chuckled slightly. "I have a small apartment just a few blocks down. Still gotta pay my rent for the month, too.."
Drew shrugged and finished,
"Too bad I'm poor.. It fucking sucks."
"I didn't expect you to be living on your own," Alex said, audibly surprised.
Jack cocked a brow. "I can help you, if you need it man."
Drew shook his head.
"Nah, don't worry about that, man.. I hate taking other people's money. It ain't mine, and it's my own problems to deal with, y'know?"
Drew then looked to Alex and added,
"Yeah, I just got emancipated not too long ago.. My mom died in a car accident a few months prior to today. All I had left was my deadbeat father.. He has been far from a true parent towards me! He abused me my whole childhood, kept cheating on my mom, and was an all around douchebag! That's part of the reason I started training in mixed martial arts; so I could defend myself and those I cared about from assholes like that!"
Drew then sighed and shook his head.
"Look at me.." Drew said. "Telling my whole life story to people I only just met today.. I'm sorry for rambling or for getting emotional. But hey, you wanted the truth, so you got it.."
"Bloody hell, man! Listening to your troubles, I'm kind of ashamed to have lived a life without knowing such misery and hurt. I'm glad you have remained on a righteous path, for others would use their pain and turn it into hatred and malice," Alex said.
Jack nodded. "Sorry to hear that, man."
He looked up, before finally saying. "I hope things get better."
"They won't.." Drew pessimistically stated, though he did force a slight grin. "But thanks.."
"The way I think of it is that you cannot have good times without bad. Nor is it wise to anticipate the next good moment without learning from the bad so you may appreciate the good," Alex piped up.
"What's with all the formality?" Kyle asked.
Alex shrugged. "Just the way I am, I guess. I like offering hope and inspiration to people," he said.
Stan nodded in agreement. "Good philosophy."
Jack grinned. "Anyone want any food? I can order a pizza or something?"
