Acceptance.

Drugs.

  Cage Jackson was the school's drug dealer. In cooler words, he was the plug.

    His family was filthy rich and owned a liquor cellar. No one knew when he appeared at the school but he did.

     His bright hazel eyes and blue hair suited him, right along with the piercings, and tattoos that he had enrolled with.

    The boy sure looked dashing in everything though.

    He held an Italian accent and his family basically paid him to arrive at school.

    Back to the drugs, he had drugs that would last normal a person years to get rid of.

     Everyone in the school knew that he was bad news.

    When I saw Nathanael shaking hands with him and Cage in return stashing something in his jacket, I knew illegal shit was happening.

     The school wasn't the safest place in the world but these two had the audacity to actually trade drugs and money in the hallway?

     Making my way to the two I pulled my v-neck shirt up and cleared my throat.

     Nathanael stopped laughing and put off the old friend act.

     “What do you want?" He asked almost to himself rather than turning toward me.

     I tapped his shoulder as Cage stared at my chest. Blushing and staring at Nathanael, I made sure to sound normal.

     “Why were you just purchasing drugs?" I asked him.

    “For someone else." He sighed before staring into my eyes, “Happy?" And before I could reply he walked away from me and to class.

   “I-I'm Cage," Cage stuttered and put his hand out for me to shake.

    The bad boy has manners?

    I shook his hand quickly and replied, “I'm Patricia." Before pulling back quickly.
  
     Something in his eyes clicked together.

     “Ah, I've heard about you. Beautiful in person. Real beautiful but baby girl, You might want to run to class." He chuckled before turning around and walking away from me.

    “I've heard about you." -The worst line someone could say while meeting you for the first time.

   Not only did I feel self conscious but also like I put myself to a lower level.

    I pulled a smile onto my face and headed toward class.

     The School slut was more than sadness.

    And so I didn't let anything else get to me.