Sanji Vinesmoke can't believe he got into the highschool of his dreams, but a overprotective father and a careless jock seem to ruin his day before it even begins.
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A book of different POVs through highschool told by the straw hats and friends.
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AN~ I know I'm late, but whateverrrrr I needed to hibernate for 11hours ~~~
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Sanji pov
"Ugh what?" I groaned as light burned through my eyelids. My head was pounding and I didn't remember taking more that 4 shots.
"Everyone was gone by the time I got back, and you were already in bed. You smell like alcohol." Zeff sighed disappointedly as he opened the blinds wider. "But I'm glad you were at least home."
"I didn't know they were bringing any over, I swear."
"I figured." Zeff whole his head as he handed me two pills and a glass of water which I downed causiously. "Your underaged~"
"And my brain isn't fully devoloped," I mocked while rolling my eyes, which only hurt my head more. Zeff was always lecturing me on what I should and shouldn't do. "It was one time."
"It always starts with one time."
"I never act up, and you know that!"
"That's because I don't let you."
"Maybe if you let me do more this wouldn't have happened!"
"I can't trust you, Sanji."
"You can't trust me?! For what reason? Oh, let me guess," I started ranting, despite the throbbing that was only growing with my volume, "for always cleaning the house, for never partying, and for keeping my grades up. Unreliable, huh."
"Sanji, your my only son..."
I'm not your son. "I'm starting to realize that I'm not the reason I have no friends."
Zeffed sighed heavily before standing up off the foot of my bed; he left without a word causing me to stay in my cocoon of blankets.
The smell of breakfeast wasn't enough to lure me downstairs into a heart full apology that wouldn't really change anything, but the vibration of my phone was. It was a message from Nami.
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Slowly my hand pulled out a sloppily folded piece of paper. It wasnt long or neat, but I easily recognized the handwriting.
Meet me at the park at 1.
It was only only 11:47, so I had time to kill. However, the likelihood of me going downstairs was the likelihood of Luffy becoming anorexic. It just want gonna happen anytime soon.
