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⚠️Warning⚠️: Smut
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There was an urge in most people. An urge that grew as time passed....this urge to be somebody. It might just be from the flashiness saw on TV or the allure of Broadway stars. But mostly everyone wants one thing: money.

Life was all about money. The older you grow the more you want...no... need. The older you grow the more you need money. An urge blooms into desperateness to obtain money.

Money the so-called-'root of all evil.'

The way people go about getting money might vary from person to person. Some people go about it legally, other people prefer dirty money. Either way....money is money, right?

There is no rat who survived after snitching on somebody's dough.

Which is what made school such a battle ground. Everyone had groups and friends, that divided the shared circle up of who moved the cash.

"Ya, know I got you." The boy pleaded, "Just let me get some Hot Cheetos, bro."

"Nah." Gon waved his hand off. This dude was really trifling now. "I'm not dealing with none of that tab shit." He closed up his backpack, locking all his goodies away in his instant stop n shop.

"Come on!" He urged, "I know you just sold to her!"

The pretty girl with long fake lashes, combed her artificial sharp nails through her long hair. She gave a wink at Gon, then continued talking with her girlfriend at her locker.

Gon smirked a bit, "Ya, know how it is." He swung his backpack on. "No cash, no deal."

"Fine! You act like there ain't better shit around here! I know the plug got some edibles, this last lick. I ain't gotta fuck wi-" A more feminine voice cut the freshman off. She darted her eyes over to look at Gon.

"Gon Freecss?" The short woman asked. She had on a badge and name tag: Counselor. She had to be some new fresh blood in this old run down sorry excuse for a school.

'Oh shit. I'm so fucking busted...' Gon gulped in air, ignoring the sweat forming in his palms. He rolled his shoulders attempting to play it cool. "Yes. That's me."

"I'm Biscuit Krueger." She offered her hand out to the teen. "I'm your guidance counselor. I was wondering if I could talk to you in my office."

The black haired boy shot the other one a look to scram, and the kid hustled away cursing under his breath.

Biscuit waved her lingering hand in the air, as if demanding: 'Fucking shake my hand, kid. I am triple your age. You will show me some goddamn respect.'

"Eh..?" Gon turned his head over to properly observe the short woman. He inspected her up and down, before actually taking her hand. "I'm not sure what you want. Especially from me...."

She gave a little nod, "I just wanted to have a little talk." Her heels made this really obnoxious clicking noise as she headed towards her office a few doors down.

Almost in a robotic way, Gon followed behind her. He grit his teeth, resisting accusing, "You already said you want to talk. But I don't know what we're talking about. I need to know about! I need to prepare myself for what I'm about to discuss because I suck at social interaction."

Opening up the door to her office, she sat down behind her desk. Gon walked in and sank in the seat in front. He dropped his head in shame. This was the first time he'd actually been called into some administrator's office.

Biscuit gave him a gleeful expression, her slender fingers pointing to some papers laid out on her desk. "Do you know what this is Gon?"

Gon didn't even bother looking up. His ears twitched as the late bell for class rang. Damn, now he was late for no valid reason.