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Branzy pov:
"I wonder if this school is gonna suck as much as the last one." Rek says with his hand on his hips tilting his head as he watches the building complex infront of them.
"Only one way to find out." Branzy grins and drags Rek behind him, towards the school gate.
"Do we have to? Cant we just skip it like last year?"
"No, this isn't Echo , we have to go. C'mon maybe we'll find Chief."
"Ugh, whatever" Rek finally decides to stop being a burden and starts walking on his own. It's not like he couldn't before, he just liked being a annoying bastard sometimes.
Branzy followed Rek into the crowd infront of the school. For a moment he swore he saw a Rolls Royce turn the corner.
Strange who would have the money for such a car? And in this economy? Branzy shrugs it off and atempts to follow Rek who promptly got lost on his search for their friend Chief.
"Look who finally showed up." Chief remarked as they finally reached him.
"There's like 10 minutes left before they open the gate Chief. No need to be so percise."
"Yeah,you're probably right. Anyway how was your summer guys."
Clown pov:
I despise school. I hate it, no wait I hate the people there. Usually there's perks that come with being that guy in school, for example having a army of girls that basically beg for your attention.
Key word usually . For me it's more of a negative really. Being gay and having a group of relentless gold diggers and simps that don't take no for a answer following you and think you're joking about being gay is extremely frustrating.
This year won't be any different will it? I sigh and open the door of the Rolls Royce phantom. What a beautiful car, truly captivating. I put on my suit jacket and wait a bit for Kab and Rasplin to finally get out of the car, did they fall asleep or something?! And yes they did, or Kaboodle did and Rasplin was trying to wake her up.
"Yay there we go. All men on board? Alright then let's go before you fall asleep again." I say and start walking to the backdoor of the school.
"C'mon Clown it's open!" Reddoons yells and I pick up the pace to join my friends in the war room for the time being . It's not a actual war room, to be honest it resembles a oversized cigar lounge more than anything.
The boys and I love to chill there and skip 90% of the classes together. We don't need to study Biology to make bread. So we only do psychology, languages and sometimes business to hate on it, or history because it's cool.
What is the war room you may ask? Well it started as a practical joke like ' hey did you see that **** guy? Yeah he runs this scam of a war room. We're rich and it's funny so why not make one?' and that's when shit went down. We built a fully functional cigar lounge in a old classroom and started a elite club.
Now there are 11 of us. Me, Rasplin, Ferre, Rat, Kab Reddoons, Ashswag, Leowook, Minutetech, Flame and Mane. But there's still a honorary spot left to fill so I'm going on a wild goose chase to find a person deserving of the spot.
Plus it has to be a new student who transferred this year! Ugh who thought of these rules like Ro would do just fine, but no~ it has to be a person who noone knows.