𝗍𝗐 : 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾.
CHICO HAD LIED WHEN HE SAID HE WAS SICK OF CARING FOR HER, he was in her dorm by then end of the night and they were making up— truth is, giving up on Inez was like giving up on himself.
He had aspirations, he envisioned a bigger future for himself outside of Kings Dominion— and in each of them she was there, someway, somehow. And despite his efforts to imagine a future where she was not involved, he couldn't.
Chico had a family to provide for— he had Inez. His sister.
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Similar to your normal high school, Kings Dominion had its own form of social hierarchy. Obviously, with the school curriculum being vastly different— so were the terms of popularity. Insanity seemed to be a contributing factor.
— here, Chico instilled fear nobody else seemed to combat— thus, he and his were at the top— everybody else and their crew fell into place below him.
Except Inez. Technically, the girl was a rat— non-affiliated, not a legacy. Rat. But nobody forced their systemic beliefs on her. They were too scared to.
News spread like wildfire about Marcus's arrival. Half the student body was scared of him, the other half wanted to test this "big, bad, mass murderer.", to see what he was made of.
Inez stood at her locker with a piece of liquorice hanging between her lips and an angry look on her face— there wasn't a problem, she naturally looked like that.
"Hey, Angel." She closed her locker, a smile rising to her cheeks.
"Marcus." Inez greeted as he stood at the locker next to her. "You lost?" Her words came out a mumbled mess as she hadn't bothered to remove the candy from her lips.
He looked at the paper in his hand, then at the locker. "No. This is my locker. Right next to the prettiest girl I've seen in this school." Marcus smiled at her, such a charming smile.
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