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i didn't enjoy school. the bad boys, the pure girls with their cherubic faces gleaming in the distance. intense stuff, man. it was a battle ground where no one but the pretty ones survived.

i stood in detention, eyeing the boy with the brown hair and deranged attitude. he pulled at the end of his leather jacket that had little gray letter, crocheted into the cuff reading;

C.K.Z.L

"it's a gang", his voice was hoarse like he's never opened his mouth until now, all day long, "you know what a gang is, pretty boy?".

"uh-", i stared at him blankly, "yeah".

the boy slammed his black boots onto the ground, off of the desk and rolled his dark eyes at me. he pursed his lips and walked away.

"you can't do that!", i reached out to him.

"cole's calling", is the last thing he yelled before gliding off.

what?, i thought to myself. who the hell is this cole and why is he calling?, i pondered on the most previous thought and elaborated on what it might be. i knew he was in a gang and all, possible Cole could be the leader or the back up leader? were there leaders in gangs? maybe it a democracy kind of gang and there is no specific leader.

the detention teacher stalked the desks and noticed the boy to be gone. he didn't seem very pleased about it. the teacher pouted and took a seat at his desk. he dialed a number in his phone and broke the silence as he spoke softly. it was just mumbles about the boy.

"sad", he shook his head in disbelief, "the boy was good once too, then that stupid gang pressured him into doing bad things for them and within a year he's some kind of spearhead for the drug industry".

i shrugged and stood up, "it's 4:00 o'clock, i can go now, right?".

the teacher nodded and i ran off, after that boy. if he was really as bad as the teacher made him out to be, then i had to see this so called 'bad' kid in action. plus, maybe i could up my status quo at school with the bad boys out by the alleyway. look, i've already had detention. i wouldn't fit in right away but it takes time.

i slipped on my 'dad' style hat and ran off after the leather jacket 'bad' kid, boy. now, i was interested.

"hey", he fist bumped a kid with almost white hair and a bad attitude.

then, he approached another boy with blondish hair and then this one boy that really caught my eye. he had pitch black hair and he was laid back in a leather chair. his hair was styled with a black bandana and everything about him screamed bad. i had to meet him.

i needed to meet him.