Creekington High's Pretty Boy (BXB)

ONE

My mind was in a slight haze as we pulled into the extravagant campus. Flowers ran down the long, black, paved road; which led to an even larger scene of a school that practically looked like a college campus.

Across the opening of the school read, RidgeWood High in golden letters. The bottom read school of excellence. I nearly scoffed at the sight. How is putting a bunch of kids from a rough area in a nice school a good idea? Hell is meant to break loose.

Yet my mother continued on, pushing me to accept the offer. You and Joey were the only ones they chose. It's meant to be baby. Don't you wanna get outta here?

She wasn't wrong. Yes me and my best friend Joey were selected to this place. Yes I want to get out of the hell we call home. No one likes sharing there house with a bunch of addicts. Barely getting by. Each dime is counted. However the thought of being some charity case rubbed me the wrong way.

Why did they even choose us in the first place? Me and Joey do not do any sports (which the school is known for) nor clubs. We aren't social for that matter. It's just us, no one else. The only thing I can think is our grades. Somehow we managed to keep all A's. Despite, us selling drugs since 7th grade.

Such grades are not foreign in our school. Kids bribe teachers all the time. Whether it's drugs, sex, or their life. Me and Joey earned ours ourselves though. Perhaps that's why. But how could they know who put in actual effort and who didn't?

"We're here baby!" My Ma cheered

My eyes wandered to my mirror, scanning Joey who held a scowl on his face. My face mirrored his actions. There were two causes for this. One, we were not excited for this place. Two, Joeys' parents were too high to drive him here, or wake up to say goodbye. It's quite sad. It's one thing to not have your dad, like me. But to not have your Ma too, shits got to hurt.

"Get your asses out of the car and act like you're happy." Mama's voice boomed, making us follow her.

Once we got out my Ma wrapped her arms around our shoulders, smiling as if she were a mad man. The sight brought a small grin to my face. At least she's happy.

As we walked down, a large man came into view, sitting at a table, a clipboard clutched in his hand. He gave us a small smile, looking at us happily. It seemed forced. "Hello! You must be our new students, yes?"

"Yes." I grumbled

"Names, please?" He asked clicking his pen

"Fox Andrews and Joey Black."

"Fox?" The man asked with raised brows, scanning the list looking for our names I suppose.

"Yes. Is there a problem with my baby boys name, hm?"

Ma has always been defensive when it comes to my name. People often poke fun at it. Ma has never been fond of it. She loves my name. And dear god, heaven would fall before she would let someone disrespect it.

"N-No ma'am." The man stuttered, handing us a packet of paper. Joey looked through it, I did not care to. Whatever information it held I am sure I could find in my own. "If you could say your goodbyes out here, then we will lead your boys in."

"Actually she's not my mom-"

"Shut it, boy. You know you're my son too." My Ma snapped enveloping Joey in a tight hug. Joey easily snuggled up to her burying his head in her neck. Tears filled his eyes at such affection. The sight made my heart clench. All that boy has ever wanted was for his mother to love him.