Glitter and Cocaine

2

Killua and Kurapika strut through the thin door of their fourth-period classroom: civics. Killua lifts a hand to the microphone and volume control on his headphones and clicks the volume down button twice so the one earbud in his ear blasting Tyler, the Creator won't completely block out his hearing from the teacher as they enter the room.

"Kurta, Zoldyck, you're late again," The teacher informs them as if they weren't already aware.

"Yeah, teach, we're well aware," Kurapika shoots back, his eyes slightly burning and his heart pounding from the marijuana flooding through his system.

Killua rolls his eyes at Kurapika's snarky comment. "Sorry Mrs. Baise, we were using the bathroom. There were a lot of kids in there," He says, hoping his much nicer and respectful come back will save their asses from getting detention.

Mrs. Baise hums in response. "Get enough nicotine in your system while you were in there?" She asks.

"Yes we did," Kurapika nods, earning himself giggles from students spread throughout the classroom, though of course he's lying. Kurapika doesn't vape; he thinks it's for losers who can't handle weed.

"You idiot," Killua mumbles and drags Kurapika to their seats at the back of the classroom.

As Kurapika and Killua seat themselves, the teacher grabs her laptop and walks to the front of the room with purpose in her step. Kurapika snorts and gently elbows Killua as he leans forward and whispers in his ear.

"She walking like she got money."

"Would you shut up, you dumbass?" Killua mumbles and shakes his head, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his light-wash, slightly slim jeans. He holds the device under the table on his lap and scrolls through it lazily. This class is an easy A so he's not worried about not paying attention.

Kurapika sets his Chromebook up in front of him to block the teacher from seeing him as he too idly whips his phone out and scrolls through it with a bored expression on his face. Killua swipes his thumb across the bottom of his screen, showing him all seven of the applications he has open. He swipes out of Snapchat, Twitter, Spotify, Among Us, Discord, Instagram, and leaves YouTube as the remaining application open. He clicks on it and scrolls through his home feed, seeing suggested videos of cats, scary game plays by his favorite YouTubers, stand-up comedians, and ASMR videos that'll put you straight to sleep. His eyes lock onto a video with a thumbnail of two kittens cuddling, one's tongue out, licking the other kitten's head. Internally cooing, Killua immediately clicks on the video and turns his phone sideways on his lap, propping it up with his thumbs and pinkies as the video begins.

Kurapika swipes over to his Instagram DM's and sees a new message from gonfreaks. The text reads, "well i'm glad they made you sleep good. but you seriously didn't have to buy the whole taco bell." Kurapika giggles and begins typing back, telling him, "not you judging me too. killua and the lady judged me so hard last night for buying all that. i don't get why. i was just hungry." Kurapika sends the message and stays in the chat, not sure why because he knows Gon is probably busy. He's in school too. But to Kurapika's surprise, Gon immediately reads the message and begins typing.

"Gon, put your phone up or it's going to the principal's office," Gon's teacher threatens him, glaring at him. 

Gon looks at her with bored, lidded eyes. "Aw, come on, teach. What's got you so pissed today? You been kinda moody lately. Is it that time of month?" He asks, earning snorts and giggles from everyone in the room.

"Go to the office," The teacher demands, extending an arm and pointing toward the door of her room. Gon sighs and pops an airpod in as he stands from his seat and saunters out of the classroom. He shuts the door behind him and walks down the white hallway of the math wing, pulling his phone out of his pocket and clicking on his DM's with kurtak to see if he's read his message. He hasn't.

Groaning obnoxiously, Gon slips his phone back into his back pocket and struts into the front office of the school. "Hey, teach sent me up here. Gotta talk to the boss," He says and shows himself to the principal's office in the back. He quietly knocks on her wide-open door.

The principal looks up from her computer and sweetly smiles at Gon. "Hi! Come in!" She invites him, motioning to a leather chair in front of her. "Shut the door, please."

Gon rolls his eyes. She better not try anything at school, he thinks as he pushes her door to and takes a seat.

"So how are you?"

"Been better. Kinda hungry and sore as fuck from practice yesterday," Gon answers, looking at her with zero interest in being here.

"Gon, mind your language. That's inappropriate," She playfully scolds him.

Yeah, and sleeping with one of your students isn't inappropriate? He grumbles in his mind. "Mhm. So did you change my grades yet?"

"Actually, I was just working on that. Also, I'm glad you brought that up. One of your teachers complained to me saying you don't ever focus in class and never turn anything in," She tells him, gently pulling her silver, cat-eye glasses off her face and placing them down on the desk.

Gon shrugs. "Got no reason to if you're gonna change everything."

"Well yes, that is true. But you have to actually try and put in effort so it looks like you're working and I won't get complaints anymore," She says, folding her hands together.

"All you care about is getting complaints? Maybe just tell her you don't give a fuck and that I don't have to do shit in that class because you're gonna change my grade anyway," Gon says with a blank tone.

"Gon, language," She reminds him.

"You seem to care an awful lot about my language but seem to forget you were cursing like a sailor last night when I-"

"Okay, Gon. Heh, that's enough. You can go back to class," She awkwardly giggles as she puts her glasses back on.

"Whatever. Anyway, I won't be coming home tonight. Gonna be out partying with a few friends. Tonight's a pink moon. Don't expect to see me until school," Gon says with a grunt as he stands from the rather comfortable chair he was planted in.

"It's a Monday night. I don't think it's wise to stay out all night on a school night," She advises him.

"Mm, well too bad you're not my mom," Gon shrugs and pulls her door open, walking out of her office.

As Gon walks down the hallway to get back to his class, he bumps into an older friend of his. Gon smiles at him and lifts a hand in the air.

"What it do, man? Dab me up," Gon says as the two connect hands.

"Hey man, pops brought me popeyes so we eating good at lunch," His friend tells him.

"The fuck? That ain't fair. I better be getting some," Gon chuckles, retrieving his hand from his friend's and shoving them into his pockets.

"I thought that was obvious. Also," He leans closer and lowers his voice to a whisper, "He slipped a few muscle relaxers in there if you want one."

"Leorio! Hell yeah, I want one!" Gon says excitedly as if he's not already intoxicated by marijuana, xans, and two or seven shots of whiskey.

"Hey, hey, hey, shhh. Don't be so loud, dumbass," Leorio shushes him and walks off past him. "I'll see you at lunch."

"K!" Gon beams and continues his walk back to his fourth period. He looks up at one of the digital clocks on the wall. It's eleven fifty-eight, meaning four minutes until lunch. Gon picks up his pace and enters the classroom, earning a glare from the teacher.

"You're not in trouble?" She hisses.

Gon smirks. "The fuck would I be in trouble for?"

"Go to the office!" The teacher demands.

"Sorry, babe. Not going back. Nothing she's gonna do, trust me," Gon says as he slips his backpack on. He's not even sure why he brings a backpack to school. He doesn't use anything in it except his phone charger and airpod case which are both things he could just carry in his pocket. Maybe he'll just stop bringing it all together.