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Y/n pov I'm not much of good person. I'm not evil I'm kind to people yes but as the heir of the biggest underground drug dealing business in y/c/n you can't exactly call me a saint.
My father never handles the drugs directly he has nothing that the police could pin on him hes practically untouchable all the money we make is payed to our dealers fairly everyone's happy. Unless you try to screw us over then we kill you simple.
I've been with my father to see some of the brutal ways we kill the people who try to cross us. I even have my very own handgun got it on my tenth birthday I've been shooting ever since I was the best shot of all my bodyguards. Nothing in my life was normal which is why I insist on my father to send me to public school.
But it turns out schools just as crappy public as it is private. Apparently I think I'm "too good" for people because I have money, maybe I am I've got no friends I get picked up from school by my limo driven by my bodyguards who literally wait outside the car to open the door for me.
That all changed when he enrolled into y/hs/n.
"Class we have a new student". After ms. Krav said that I zoned out I dont care who comes into this school I care that I get out of it alive. The scraping of the crappy plastic chairs they give us sliding on the floor made me look up.
