Apple Core's Academy for Disciplining Young Boys [MalexMale]

Prologue

A/N: Please keep in mind this story contains multiple triggering topics. (Also listed in Description.) Said topics include, vaping, blood, violence, sex, intimate kissing, depression, anxiety etc. If any of these trigger you please click off, or proceed with caution.

I yawned and longed to go back to sleep when my alarm woke me up for school today, I desperately wanted to skip as I just was not feeling it, but no doubt my parents would throw a fit and get all bitchy about it.

So instead, I packed a pack of vapes in my hoodie pocket stealthily and headed towards the door, not bothering to eat breakfast, I won't need the energy.

When Algebra came around I was not about to deal with talking about polynomials and practicing "linear equations and inequalities" or whatever those were. I connected my air-pods and asked politely if I could use the bathroom. I shuddered as soon as I left the classroom, if I don't want people to know I have to keep a good reputation. 

As if I have a good reputation, I thought to myself, laughing internally. Teachers know me as the kid who's doing their best and just needs some help with the school work.

The truth is I don't try. 

Fellow students know me as the stoner who's just too tired and is probably hiding some dark emo secret which is the key as to why I'm so "depressed."

There was no reason. 

I was not depressed.

I simply just don't like talking to people, it's like vapes are the only thing that understand me. I don't know why I turned out like this, everyone is innocent at some point and I don't know where the turning point was for me. Probably just teenager hormones or whatever.

As I strode to the bathroom I got out my phone from my back dark blue jeans pocket that sagged just below my hip, my oversized black hoodie (that just so happened to have the Steven Universe logo on it) covered whatever skin might have showed. My jet black hair was always a mess and today I didn't bother covering it with one of my many gray beanies I keep for bad hair days (which seemed like everyday at this point) or simply because I felt like it.

I opened up Spotify and shuffled a playlist I hadn't bothered to name, filled with songs from bands like Ghost, New Medicine, Set it Off, and even some Alec Benjamin that I added when I was just feeling bad.

When I finally made it to the closest bathroom, (which was all the way downstairs in the Freshmen math wing) I entered the glossy white bathroom and leaned against the wall, taking out my pack of vapes and started coping. 

Ah, that was nice. No way am I going back to class now. 

I don't care what anybody says I am not letting this shit go.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and a group of kids came coming in. In a state of panic I stashed away my vape in my pocket, but the smoke was a more difficult thing to hide.

From what it looked like, it was a group of freshmen, most still had braces and looked like your stereotypical nerd. Which meant if they saw the vape they'd likely act like a stereotypical nerd, and snitch.

Which is exactly what they did. 

Shit.

I sighed, taking in the last bit of the vape I was going to have for a while, and treaded onward feeling even more self-loathing then usual, trying to direct it to those freshmen, to the principal's office as soon as I heard the announcement.

"Nathan Spites, please head to the principal's office immediately," The speaker spoke, all around the school so that everyone would know Nathan Spites, the stoner, had finally gotten caught.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" My mother shrieked at me over the phone. The principal, Mr. Heckles, a fat bald old man gave me the school phone he kept in his office after he dialed my mother's number so that I would talk to her. "I'm getting over there right now!" She shrieked, probably leaving some form of deafness in my right ear. Even Mr. Heckles, who was sitting at least 2 feet away from me, winced at the loudness of my mother's tone.

I rolled my eyes as she hung up the call and gave it back to the principal.

"Come on Nathan, you're what, 17 years old now?"

"16," I corrected him. I wouldn't turn 17 until October of this year.

"Surely you should know the dangers of vaping? And it's prohibited on campus!" I could tell he was trying to stay calm, but everyone knew of Mr. Heckles temper. If the school wasn't so short staffed and cheap, there's no way he would've been hired.

I simply stared at him. Of course I knew what everyone said about vaping and all the proof that goes behind it. The deaths, the illnesses, the news stories. But how was I supposed to explain it's the only thing that makes me feel good without sounding pathetic, and stupid?

And Vulnerable, A voice in my head added. I mentally cursed myself. I would never allow myself to be vulnerable to anyone. It's weakness, and no matter what philosophical things you could come up with, I most certainly am not weak.

Instead, I sighed. I could still smell the smoke from when I had vaped earlier, and judging by the sour expression on Mr. Heckles face, he could too.

He sighed in turn and simply said, "We'll discuss your form of punishment when your mother arrives-" But he was no later interrupted by a car comically screeching outside when breaking into the parking lot. I would have laughed if I wasn't feeling so awful.

"Speak of the devil," I muttered.

My mother came marching into the building, pounding the glass door with her fists. Her hair was disheveled and her professional pantsuit from work were all wrinkled. She probably broke six or seven driving laws to get here so quickly. And her current appearance did not prove otherwise.

Her amber eyes almost looked red in the lighting as if Satan himself was waiting to burst out into flames claiming he had possessed my mother in order to take me to the hell and face a great terror in the fields of punishment. 

That would've been better then what my mother had in mind.

"I'm taking him out of this school," she claimed.

"What?" Mr. Heckles, seemed relieved. Probably excited that he has one less student to deal with.

"I'll deal with his punishment. Give me the vapes," she turned to me to say this, and while wincing I reluctantly complied. No good would come from arguing, I thought bitterly.

My mother watched me like a hawk and trailed my every move only one literal step behind me as I grabbed my stuff from my locker and my bag from math class. Returning whatever textbooks we borrowed for the school year to my teachers.

I wondered where I'd go now that I've been taken out of this place, courtesy of my mother.

Maybe I could apply to an art school...

Let this be a life lesson. Never, ever get your hopes up high when something like this happens. My jaw dropped and I was overwhelmed with disappointment when my mother pulled into a parking space for a giant castle looking school, marked with the crest of Apple Core's Academy for Disciplining Young Boys.