A/N: This story takes a lot from personal experience I had growing up in these types of environments. To those who read this, if you black American or Caribbean and you grew up in New York, you know what's up.

A/N: Humanized pokemon (a.k.a just mons) are basically humans with pokemon traits. The term "line" or "lineage" refers to what pokemon species they'd evolved from.

A/N: Trigger warnings: drug usage, sex & nudity, hard language, racism, slurs, gore, violence, police violence, rape and rape references, trafficking and visceral imagery.

Chapter One:

Many Days

The sun rose over Scion City, a packed, urban wonderland-wasteland that had many folk living on top of one another. The projects were in the distance, the small little houses made up the center, and the various rundown malls, parking lots, clubs, hangout spots and an inner city school made up the bulk of Scion City. Graffiti decorated the alley walls, trash littered the streets and for the most part, it was bustling, hustling and very much alive. Scion City rarely slept, hence the constantly running buses and trains, which were also marred with graffiti.

However, our story is deeper into Scion City, into Los Lados, a small neighborhood near the center of the city that bordered an industrial prison complex that stood on the other side of the Scion River. Los Lados was a working class hood, densely packed. It had been the ghettos and the slums rolled into one that stretched on for seventeen blocks. It had never been gentrified and despite looking like shit on its best days, it was rich in many ways the shinier parts of Scion City could never be. Though some thought the impoverished world was a tour through the spectacle of culture, the survival of the spirit was some shit the suburban types couldn't begin to understand. Like many of the surrounding hoods, it was overpopulated, outsourced, understocked and brimming with potential. Drug dealers ran the place and guns had flooded in from gun traffickers blowing through. And even with all that, Los Lados was still immortalized in its unique style that humans and other 'mons couldn't begin to match.

A woman named Lakeda walked towards the entrance of the Section-77 building, a tall housing project where nearly fifty families lived. She was of a Jolteon lineage—hence her yellow and white hair, which was kinky textured and tied into a top bun. She was petite yet curvy, deep brown skinned, with dark eyes, her long, yellow, pointed ears twitched and turned, listening for danger as she jostled with her keys, opening the door into the apartment complex. She wore a short white skirt and black crop top with flats, flattering her figure. The skirts she wore had a hole cut out in which her spiky tuft of a yellow tail could point through. She walked in carrying groceries as she head her way into the elevator, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. She waited until she was to the seventh floor before getting off, fumbling with her keys again to open the door and walking in. The apartment was cozy, neat and full of little knickknacks that reminded her of easier, earlier times in her life. She set the groceries on the table and hung up the keys, checking the clock. It was 8 AM. The two should be up by now.

"Ay!" She shouted, "Y'all better be up! I ain't taking you to no school today, y'all better catch the bus or walk!"

Down the hall, left to the kitchen, a door opened up and young girl poked out her head. She was already dressed—blue shorts, white kicks and crop top that flattered her slender figure that was starting to lean into the more curvaceous side, taking after her mother, Lakeda.

"Jaz," Lakeda said, putting out her cigarette, "Where Strika? Is he up?"

"Yeah," she said, "He up."

Lakeda nodded, "Ima pack up the groceries later—I need a fuckin' nap." She walked by and headed to her room, slamming the door and tossing off her shoes. Jazmin Jolt, on the other hand, checked herself in the living room mirror. She took after her mom in almost every way. She had her hair in two long pigtail braids, edges neatly slicked down, gold hoops and lip gloss. Her black and gold backpack was slung behind her as she tapped her foot, waiting for her brother. In about five minutes, he was out his room and walking to the living room.

Strika was a senior in high school now, tired of the whole grind. He was of the Zebstrika-line, favoring his father more than he did Lakeda. His headphones were already in his ear, but he plucked one out to talk to Jazmin. Strika was dark skinned, about the same deep shade as Jazmin, but with a cooler undertone. His platinum blonde-white hair was cut into a curly flat top low fade with a two line design by the side that his barber charged extra for. He sported a diamond earring in his left ear that went well his icy blue eyes. He sported a black hoodie, dark jeans and black Js, with his matching book-bag behind him. His white Zebstrika tail poked out through the back and he sighed. He hated having it.

"You ready?" Jazmin asked. Strika checked himself in the mirror and nodded, grabbing his keys.

"Yeah," he said, opening the door, letting Jazmin go first before closing and locking the door behind him. They took the elevator down and walked out of the complex, out into the street, noting that the bus had already left.

"Man! Why this bus always fuckin with us! Wha'ever fuck nigga drives this bus deadass be blowing mine," Strika complained, "Every fuckin' day, never on time, either mad early or mad late."

Jazmin looked around, "Maybe we late. You think moms will call us a Drop?"

"Nah Jaz, she tired from that late shift. Fuck. I might just cut today, fuck all this shit."

Jazmin shrugged, "We got a high speed stat fam, we can run there and make there on time."

"Ion wanna be sweaty when I pull up. Niggas gonna cook my ass if I sweat through my shit."

"Either that or we walk, and that'll take too long."

"Fuck man," Strika hissed and sighed, "Fine." Jazmin beamed at him.

"Race you, slow ass nigga."

"Fuck you Jaz." They began sprinting through the streets, whooshing as they ran. Jazmin loved running, more so than Strika, at least. Having high speed and agility made her feel like she was flying when she ran. Underneath the clear morning sky, everything was a blur. She could make sharp hairpin turns, leap and bounce as she ran, being nimble. Strika was fast too, but not as fast as her, but he kept up well enough. They zipped through the streets, kicking up dust as they ran. She knew she'd be hungry as fuck by the time they reached, because running this much burned calories like nobody's business. When they reached Los Lados high, only eight minutes had passed. The bus would have taken fifteen to twenty. Walking would have taken nearly an hour. When they pulled up on campus, Strika went to hang out with his friends immediately, leaving Jazmin to her own devices. She walked into the building, going through the usual motions of stepping through a metal detector and putting her bag through the x-ray conveyor belt. She went towards her locker when she was done, as everyone was chilling before the 9 AM bell for first period.

"Ay, I got the good shit!"

Jazmin turned around and saw her bestie, Talon, selling candy by his locker. He was caramel skinned with a sharp, crisp fade that had his soft orangey curls still on top. Talon was rather tall too, a bit on the thin side and always dressed down—sagging jeans, wearing a black wife-beater and sleeveless vest with raggedy kicks. He was of the Talonflame line, which was made obvious for the fact he had sharp claws at the end of his fingers, which he tried hiding by wearing gloves and of course, hawk-like eyes and feathery tail. Jazmin had seen him fly once. He had small, feathered wings that sprouted from his back when he was stressed. Otherwise, he preferred walking like everyone else.

"I got poke-puffs, poke-blocks, berries, poke beans," Talon called out, "Dollar each."

"Yo," a student walked over to Talon, "How much for that green-apple poke puff."

"Didn't you just hear me nigga?" Talon snapped, "It's a dollar. A dollar each."

"How much for half?"

Talon looked around for a second and then looked at the student, "…Bruh what?"

"How much for half a poke puff?"

Jazmin giggled as she watched the interaction. Talon glared at the sophomore.

"Half a fuckin' poke puff—the fuck? Get yo broke boy ass outta here. The fuck is that, selling half a poke-puff, go on witcho goofy ass."

"Damn man! I'm tryna give you some business, your shit look hella busted anyways, ol' bird leg built headass," he muttered as he walked off.

"Oh yeah? Get yo paper up, dusty nigga!" He shut his locker, zipping up his bag and went to Jazmin, smiling.

"Hi Talon," she said, laughing, "Hustling early today, I see."
He gave her a hug and nodded, walking with her to her first period class.

"You do Mr. Roak's homework?" Talon asked. Jazmin nodded, stretching a bit as she walked.

"Yeah."

"Lemme copy that," Talon asked.

"Nigga, really?"

"Please Jaz," he begged, "He be trippin' with that homework. You know I gotta work after school, ion got time."

Jazmin sighed, pulling him aside and taking off her backpack, pulling out her folder and showing him the homework. He snatched a pencil from the back pocket of a student walking by and began copying as fast he could. When he finished he gave Jazmin a tight hug.

"You need to start managing yo time better," Jazmin said as they walked into first period. There were twenty-two seats in the classroom and all of them too close for comfort. Jazmin and Talon always sat in the back. There were other students in first period already and as the bell rung, more began to come in. Jazmin waved to a student—Portia, who walked in from the left entrance. She was of the Vaporeon line. She was short, slender and light skinned, with sky blue, shoulder length hair she kept wavy and dark brown eyes. Her ears were fins and her hands were webbed, which she covered by wearing elbow length gloves. Her long fish-like tail twirled behind her, poking out through her black capris. She wore a blue tank top that flattered her slim body and black three-striped kicks.

"Guess who's holding a party this weekend," Portia said, taking off her backpack and setting it on her chair, sitting on the desk.

"Who?"

"Arty and 2-Zap," she answered, "At they momma's house. Arty's parents gonna be away for the weekend."

"Ay…" Talon looked excited, "Arty single yet?"

"No stupid," Portia snapped, "They celebrating they one month anniversary or something."

"Again? Arty and 2-Zap break up every other week, the fuck? What she see in that dusty ass nigga."

Jazmin shrugged, "I wanna go but…my moms don't want me out too late."

"Bring Strika," Portia said.

Jazmin shuffled a bit, "I ain't too feelin' that to be honest…Strika don't like that crowd that much, 'nways. Too sadiddy, he says."

"Nigga… yo brother sadiddy," Talon sucked his teeth, "He never wanna hang out with you at school."

"He's a senior and I'm a freshman. Look kinda suss for seniors to be hanging with freshmen."

Portia shrugged, "I'm definitely going though. That shit look fuckin' lit—all of Arty's parties be lit as fuck tho."

"Bet," Jazmin said, chuckling a bit.

Soon enough, Mr. Roak came walking through the door. He was of the Zoroark line. He had a bit of a tan, long wild ombre red to black hair tied into a ponytail and tiny but very visibly sharp fangs and dark, foxlike ears that poked through his hair. He dressed casual today, not feeling like putting up the extra effort to teach a bunch of dumbass kids.

"Morning," he said, writing on the blackboard, "Pass up the homework."

Everyone who bothered to do the homework passed it up to the front, placing it on his desk. Mr. Roak leafed through it and set it aside, passing out a piece of paper and having students write their name for attendance.

"Alright—get your textbooks out, page 200, we learning about quadratic equations this week."

There was an audible groan as he said that and he began writing on the board. Jazmin tapped her pencil against the desk, already becoming bored. Sitting in the back was good for goofing off with Talon and Portia. But they looked half asleep already, as well. She instead looked out the window, which was not too far from where she was seated. As she did, something caught her eye. She recognized a student—her name was Keisha, talking to a teacher. She was crying, gesturing her hands as if she was arguing. She didn't know much about Keisha except she was this short ass girl who was of the Cinccino line, a normal-type. She was a medium brown complexion, like that of peanut butter, with wavy white hair and huge dark eyes. Her mouse-like ears poked out of her white hair and she always wore a fur white scarf. She stopped looking when Mr. Roak tapped his red sharp nails onto the desk, trying to get people to pay attention. Jazmin whispered to Portia.

"Yo…look outside—the fuck going on?"

Portia peeked over her desk to look. Keisha was running off, crying this time. Portia looked surprised.

"Ayo…is that Keisha? That quiet ass girl from third period?"

"Yeah."

"The fuck she crying for?"

Jazmin shrugged and went back to pretending to take notes as Mr. Roak spoke. Talon had already put his head down to sleep and other students were struggling to keep up with the math. Twenty minutes in, Jazmin began doodling, wondering how she could convince Lakeda to let her go to Arty's party.

"Alright," Mr. Roak set the chalk down, "Any one of y'all wanna give this equation a shot—ay ay ay, you in the back, Talon, wake yo lazy ass up, this ain't a free period, my man."

Talon groggily got up, rubbing his eyes, "Ugh…"

"Anyone wanna solve this shit?" Mr. Roak asked. Nobody raised their hand and Mr. Roak sighed.

"Y'all make my job real hard y'all know," he said, solving it for them, showing them step by step how to break down the equation. "But you know, I ain't finna get fired for y'all stupid asses," he muttered.

When the bell rang, everyone swarmed outside in the hallway to be with their clique. Jazmin placed her math textbook into her locker, reapplied her lip gloss and touched her long, rabbit like ears. Jolteon line, she reminded herself. The descendants of pokemon that evolved a long time ago to something more—she wondered how her ancestors could look so different from what she was now. She fixed up her edges and checked her nails. They were small acrylics—yellow and black, done at the local salon ran by motherly woman of a Milktank lineage. Portia was tying back her hair in her own locker, dabbing some balm on her lip as Talon was back out in the halls, hustling puffs and blocks for quick cash.

"Ay, girl."

Jazmin turned around. A green-skinned junior with white curly hair walked up to her. He was of medium height, slender, well dressed and dapper. His sharp red-pink eyes had a low glow to them as if they absorbed light. His left arm had a thorn wrapped around it with red rose blooming from it, while his right arm had a blue rose. He was of the Roserade-lineage.

"Naz," she said, folding her arms, "What yo trifling ass want?"

"I'm cutting third period with my boys, you in?"

"Can Talon come?"

Naz rolled his eyes, "That fuck nigga? Bruh really…why you hang out with his raggedy ass."

"If he can't come I ain't fuckin with you Naz," Jazmin said, turning around. Naz cut her off, however.

"We got that loud."

Jazmin laughed, shaking her head, "You grew it?"

Naz grinned at her, showing his perfect teeth, "You damn right. I grow all my shit, queen."

"I still ain't fuckin' with you, green boy," Jazmin said, "Unless Talon come along. I know how you be, Naz Rose."

"Hey, hey, girl, girl, c'mon I ain't like that no more."

Jazmin clenched her fists. She remembered liking Naz and even briefly dating him. He was popular, especially with the girls. He kissed Nines, and Jazmin had spent many days crying over it. Talon took her skateboarding during that time and she would forever be grateful for that.

"Listen, Naz," she said, "I ain't no thot. So if you think you about to get back in my fuckin pants and tell everybody about it, you got another thing coming. Don't think I can't lay yo pretty boy ass out."
"I doubt yo lil ass could. I'ma grass type and you a little…sparky type," he teased.

Jazmin bared her tiny fangs, her ears going flat against her head. As she did, the hallway light fixtures began to blink and spark.

"Alright, alright, chill bitch, chill!" Naz said, looking freaked out and annoyed, "I just wanted to chill with you a bit. Say I'm sorry and shit…damn…"

"I'll chill with you, but my friends have to come along."

Naz sighed, "Fine, fine."

After second period, Jazmin and Talon snuck out the back entrance by the cafeteria and dipped out. Jazmin jogged along the side of the playground that was connected to Los Lados High School, cutting through the basketball court and the handball court that was currently in use by the local hoods that liked to blast music, smoke up and play a game around high noon. One thing Jazmin was always nervous about was cutting class. But when she did it, she felt like if she was free. As long as she wasn't picked up by any truant officers or caught by teachers who were hanging around outside, it was alright. Jazmin spotted Naz by Silver Ave. which was two blocks from L.L High. He was with Vinalia Plume, another junior, Andre Pom, a senior, Sa'Nessa, another junior and Nines, a senior. Jazmin's face fell when she saw Nines but she tried hiding her loss of composure. Nines was of a Ninetales-line. She was fair skinned, with light gold hair that fell down her back, ruby red eyes and foxlike ears that poked through her shimmery hair. She was tall, curvaceous and always fashionable. This time she was wearing bright blue hip hugging jeans, rhinestone studded heels, huge hoops and gold bangles, and a low cut pink crop top that showed off her ample chest. Her nine tails sprouted from her back, through her jeans, giving her a luxurious air. She lit a cigarette with her own fire she produced from her fingertip. Vinalia Plume stood by Nines. She was shorter with clear, deep brown skin and beautiful violet eyes. Her dark violet hair was of a loose curl texture, decorated with red flowers that bore white spots, being of the Vileplume line. She wore an all-black dress with matching black kicks and berry colored lipstick. Sitting with Naz was Andre Pom—a student of the Ambipom line. He was taller than Naz, brown skinned with a deep purple low fade with crisp edges and dark eyes. His twin tails that sported huge hands at the end was always unnerving to look at. Then last by not least, Sa'Nessa, of the Sneasel-line. She was a light brown complexion, with short black hair, her black weasel like ears poking through her hair, with the pink feather also poking through. She had a gold gem in the middle of her forehead and one over her perky chest. She was slim bodied and bore huge claws that seemed to fuse her fingers together. She hid her claws by wearing gloves, similar to what Talon did. Pink feathers sprouted from her backside also. She wore capris jeans and black flats.

"Waddup," Andre said, giving Talon a dap and pound. Jazmin glared at Naz, who smiled sheepishly.

"She wanted to come along."

Nines gave Naz a stank look and sucked her teeth, turning away from the both of them. Vinalia lit her own cigarette with a lighter, taking a drag.

"Where we going?" Andre asked, taking a puff of his blunt.

"So…I know this chill spot," Naz said, "We can get some henny, some haze—"

"You said you had loud," Jazmin said, folding her arms.

"I only grow loud—not haze or reggie, which…Vinalia needs."

"Fuck you, green dick ass nigga," Vinalia snapped at Naz. He blew her a kiss and she flipped him off in response.

"Henny is gross," Nines said. Her voice was smooth, deep and husky, "Don't you got some ciroc?"

"If you payin' for that, sure," Naz answers, folding his arms.

"I ain't paying for shit," Nines said, giving a sidelong glance to Jazmin, "I know a liquor store. We can get some shit for… 'free.'"

"Where that at?" Naz asked. Nines pulled out her smartphone, pulling up the map. "It's four miles from here—at the intersection of 9th Ave and Malt Street."

"Four miles bruh," Naz grumbled, "That's a long ass detour. We walking, bih! The fuck!"

"Call a Drop," Nines said.

"For ALL of us! That's mad bread!"

"Oh my god Naz—broke ass nigga, the fuck you invite me out here for if you don't got good shit!"

"Damn bitch I was being nice! I didn't wanna bring yo sadiddy ass here anyways!"

"Well fuck you then you bum ass—"

"I'll get it," Jazmin said, interrupting them before someone heard them yelling, "I got the highest speed stat outta all of y'alls and Talon not bad either. We can get there and get back no problem."

"Hold on, bih what," Talon said, "Ion got no money to be buying ciroc. Also we underage how the fuck we gonna buy it."

"I can pass for twenty-one—"

"Not with them lil ass tiddies you ain't," Nines said, "When I said 'for free', I meant snatching the shit. It is overpriced."

Jazmin's cheeks turned red and sparks began flying from her tail but she calmed down. She just wanted to cut class and have fun.

"Just give me the fucking directions…stuck up ass hoe…" Jazmin muttered under her breath.

Nines airdropped the directions onto her smartphone and then the additional coordinates to where they would be meeting up after they picked up the goods. Jazmin looked at her phone, scrolling through the map. She sent them to Talon.

"Ugh…" Talon sighed, taking off his vest, "Hold my shit." He tossed it to Andre who caught it with his prehensile tail-hand.

"Ready?" Jazmin asked.

"No…" Talon muttered. Jazmin gave him a kiss on the cheek and he smiled a bit. With that, she began running, sprinting down the street, away in a flash. Talon sighed, focusing for a bit. His wings sprouted his back—small, feathered wings and then he jumped, disappearing into the sky in a blink of an eye.

"Holy shit," Naz said, impressed, "That nigga really can fly….he still a bitch ass nigga."
Jazmin darted through the street, passing cars and buses, doing sharp hairpin turns, leaping off car tops and skidding left and right. As she ran, dust flew up. She was a blur, but it was fine. In less than three minutes, she was at the liquor store, which was between a barbershop and a deli. Talon showed up about a minute later, landing delicately onto the ground. Jazmin inhaled deeply and walked up to the store.

"Okay, you distract him," Jazmin said, "And I'll grab the ciroc."

"No bih, you distract him. You actually cute, he'll talk to you."

Jazmin sighed and they both walked in. When they did, the door hit the bell, alerting the clerk to their entrance. Jazmin trotted over to the clerk, smiling brightly. The clerk was of the Toxtricity line. He was of a sand color complexion, with a bright yellow Mohawk. He was tall and lanky, arms that were quite long and tired looking dark blue eyes. He looked up at her and glanced over at Talon, who was idling by, pretending to scroll through his phone, then back at Jazmin.

"Hi," the clerk said, being friendly. He gave Jazmin a once over. She looked kinda young, but she was very pretty, "How can I help you, love?"

"Uh…just curious…um, do you have any…like, scratch offs?"

"Scratch offs? Here?" The clerk laughed a bit, "Uh…you better off asking the deli next door for that. Anything else?"

"Um…" Jazmin fiddled her fingers, "Well…uh, yeah. Can I charge my phone here. The battery is almost dead."

Her battery was on 80%, but she quickly drained it by using her ability, volt absorb, leaving it at 10% to make her story more authentic. The clerk smiled at her.

"Sure babe," he got out from behind the desk, taking her phone and taking it to the back where his office is. He turned around, "You don't gotta stay there, you can come with."

Jazmin nodded, following him to the back. As they did, Talon began snatching the ciroc and stuffing it in his bag.

As they entered the back, Jazmin looked around. It was a rather neat office with a loud of punk rock flavor to it. The clerk plugged in the phone and sat down, lighting a cigarette as he did.

"So…how old are you?" He asked.

Jazmin wanted to lie and say twenty-one, but that didn't seem too believable. She was 14, but she decided to go with:

"I'm 18," she said.

"Hmm," the clerk nodded, "You look young, but eh, that's good, right?"

"Y-yeah," she said, laughing a bit.

"You wanna drink? I mean I can't legally sell you shit but…" he grabbed something and poured the white liquor into a shot glass, "One shot can't hurt, can it?" He grinned a flirtatious grin, showing off white teeth.

"Yeah…one shot can't hurt." She took one, downing it. She tried her best not to make a face, but her ears betrayed her, twitching as it burned her throat. The clerk laughed a bit, mildly charmed.

"You don't drink much, do you?" He inquired, pouring another shot for her. Jazmin took it, wincing again as she did.

"N-nah. Not big on that."

"Yeah, well," he poured himself a shot and downed one himself, "It is what it is."

"Yum…" Jazmin muttered, feeling already lightheaded. The clerk leaned forward, smiling at her.

"So, when I'm done with my shift, do you want to—"

There was a loud smash and it startled the both of them. The clerk ran out to see what had happened. Talon was there with two bottles of ciroc in his hand. He had accidently dropped one because he was trying to carry too many at once. The clerk stared at him and the looked back at Jazmin who was standing by him, smiling sheepishly with a tipsy air, holding her phone. She charged it herself as she did, the battery going to 100% in one second.

"Y-you with him? You stealing my shit!" He shouted.

"..." Jazmin began running and Talon followed, with the bottles in his hand. The clerk darted after her.

"Get back you thieving ass scunt!" He shouted. They were outside the store in a flash and Talon was already taking to the air as Jazmin began running. The clerk was not having it though. He rubbed his hands and clapped them together, using Boomburst. The loud shockwave made car windows blow out, along with the neighboring deli's. The owner of the deli came out, screaming and cursing. But by that time, Talon was out of range of the Boomburst and into the air. Jazmin ran, laughing. The clerk was too slow to catch her. She looked at the directions on her phone. It was time to meet up with rest of the crew at the chill spot.

The spot was less chill and more bumping. They were blasting a trap remix of God's Plan, drinking, smoking weed, dancing and playing video games. Nines was halfway drunk, finishing half a ciroc bottle on her own. Vinalia was dancing with Sa'Nessa, sexily moving her body against her as she did. Naz gave a dimebag to a customer, giving him a dap as a blunt hung out of his mouth. He counted his cash, sitting on his beanbag chair and passing the blunt to Andre. The music soon switched to 679 and Nines was dancing with Vinalia, blowing smoke in each other's mouths, sharing a blunt. Jazmin wasn't completely comfortable with all this, but she took a hit of the loud regardless, sharing it with Talon who was hyped up, drinking a 40 from a bag and laughing with Andre, who seemed to just be cool with everyone. Naz mixed some juice with the liquor, making a sweet screwball and downing it. He sat by Jazmin, who was scrolling on her phone, liking things on Poke/Gram. By then, Sa'Nessa switched the music.

"So…wassup!" Naz said, grinning at Jazmin. Jazmin sighed, putting her phone down and looked at him.

"Why the hell you bring Nines."

"Ye…she cool, she cool…just be easy, Jaz."

"No!" Jazmin snapped, "You know me and her ain't cool. Why you ask me to come and bring her!"

"Ay chill bih," Naz said, sipping some juice, "Just chill."

Jazmin looked upset but sighed, feeling frazzled.

"Besides you got the sauce. You nice…Nines…kinda…"

"Kinda what?"

Both of them looked up. Nines was standing over both of them, holding a red cup in her hand. She was clearly drunk, but not so drunk she couldn't piece together that they were talking about her. She crushed the cup in her hand, glaring at Naz.

"Uh…uh…you bad, tho, Nines. She's nice, you bad."

"You were talking s-ssshit," Nines snapped, flipping her hair back, "Ion even know why you do this, Naz. You playin this bih."

"It's not just him. You just…just as…fuckin' trifling too!" Jazmin said, the loud making her a bit braver than normal.

"Excuse me?" Nines hissed.

"Wait, oh no…" Naz muttered.

"You knew I was dating Naz and you kissed him."

"I did more than kiss him, sweetie," Nines taunted, "How about not date a fuckboy ass nigga like Naz and act mad when he plays you."

"I ain't a fuckboy! What the fuck Nines."

"Yeah you are. You a piece of shit and yo breath stank too. How you descend from Roserades but you smell like you always huffing gas. Ol' Skuntank breath ass nigga."

"Damn bih, hold on—"

"And you—you dumb broad. You a freshman. The fuck you think this is? All you stupid freshman bitches do is get played and then cry about it."

Jazmin felt tears well up and she got up, needing to get fresh air. Talon noticed and followed her outside. When they were in front of the yard, she couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying.

"Man Jaz, don't let that ran through ass thot get to you."

Jazmin wiped her eyes, applying back her gloss, "I'm…so tired of Naz and his stupid ass friends."

"Yeah them niggas lame, bruh, don't sweat over Nines or Naz Rose."

"Yeah…"

"We should go," Talon said, "C'mon, it's getting dark and I gotta be home to feed my lil sis."

"Yeah, lemme get my bag," Jazmin said, heading back inside, feeling slightly better. She walked by, bending down to get the bag.

"Leaving already?" Vinalia asked.

"Yeah…uh…gotta get home," Jazmin said, "I'll see y'alls later."

"Aw, you leaving?" Nines said, still fucked up drunk, "Bye, ol' skinty lil ass hoe."

Jazmin glared at her and Naz because he laughed and said nothing. She hissed at both of them.

"Better skinty than ol' saggy tit ass hoe with stretch marks on her cellulite ass cuz she hit puberty at six."

There was a marked silence when Jazmin clapped back. Naz's mouth was a perfect O, as Andre began snickering and Vinalia exchanged whew chile looks with Sa'Nessa. Nines walked over to Jazmin, cup in hand. She was taller than her by half a foot, looking down at her. And with that, she slapped the dogshit out of her.

"Nines!" Andre shouted.

Jazmin pulled back, holding her cheek as Nines splashed her drink in her face and threw the cup at her.

"Fuck you!"

Nines turned around and Jazmin screamed at her. The lights began to flicker and then overload and exploded. She released out a bolt of lightning from her hands, electrocuting Nines. Her tails stood on end and she blacked out for a quick second before crumpling to the ground. Everyone gasped.

"Hot damn!" Andre shouted.

"Fuck you, you fuckin' two faced bitch!" Jazmin shouted. Nines shook off the mild paralysis and got to her feet, smoothing down her hair that was frizzy due to the static that coursed through her body. Nines exhaled, smoking coming out her nostrils. The room quickly became hot. The sunlight that was peeking through the window was intensifying. Her dark eyes became iridescent orange as she snarled at Jazmin, who looked newly terrified. Nines was activating her ability of drought, which skyrocketed the temperature by intensifying sunlight. It made fire type moves immensely more powerful. Naz looked terrified.

"Oh no, no, no, NINES DON'T BURN MY SH—"

Nines let out a plume of hot flames towards Jazmin. Before she could get badly burned, Talon grabbed her, pulling her out the way and took the will-o-wisp. The flames dispersed against him, doing absolutely nothing to him besides singeing his clothes.

"Later, hoe," he said, flipping her off. He grabbed Jazmin and walked outside with her. When they were on the porch, he took off to the skies in single second. When they were gone there was a long, sharp silence. Everyone felt some sort of secondhand embarrassment or guilt from what had just transpired. Nines, on the other hand, had just been angry. She turned to Naz, slapping him across the face, grabbed her purse and left in a hurry, running off.