Kings and a Queen

Part One.

Chapter One

Sam’s P.O.V.
    “Son of a bitch…” I groaned, rolling over and grabbing my glasses off the bedside table.
    I slammed the button to shut off my alarm clock, rolling out of bed. I walked over to my closet, grabbing a Batman t-shirt and a red and gray flannel. I turned around, looking around my room. My eyes finally landed on a pair of jeans by the door, and I walked over to grab them. Once I had my outfit together, I walked into the bathroom connected to my room.
    I showered quickly, not wanting to be late. I threw on my outfit and fixed my hair, then went downstairs. My mom had already left for work, so I was home alone.
    “Fuck,” I said, looking over at the time.
    It was already 7:30, and since I had a 20 minute drive to school, I only had 10 minutes to eat breakfast and get my shit together. I grabbed a PopTart and a Monster, then went back upstairs to grab my phone, headphones, and keys. I walked back downstairs, grabbing my bag, and checked the time on my phone. 7:35. Might as well go ahead and leave. I walked out to my car, opening my Monster and taking a sip of it. When I got in the car, I plugged my phone into the car and reached over to grab the pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the glovebox. I took one of the cigarettes out and lit it as I pulled out of the driveway. I took a long drag, driving towards the school.
Draco’s P.O.V.
    I took one last drag off my cigarette, pushing myself off the wall of the school, and dropped the cigarette butt to the ground.
    “Drac! Bell’s about to ring!” a familiar voice yelled.
    I looked over to see Mickey, my best friend, jogging towards me.
    “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming! Calm your titties!” I yelled back, walking towards him.
    “Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?” he laughed, shoving me.
    “Everyone at this god forsaken school,” I said, shoving him back.
    He nodded, laughing as we walked in. I looked around, shaking my head at all the really obvious cliques. There was the nerds who were all flocked around some dude with glasses and a fucking 2002 emo kid haircut. The emo and scene kids stood by a bank of lockers, a girl with pink and purple hair obviously being their leader. The jocks, who were gathered around some dude in a football jersey. The nice flowery kids, who were basically just giant balls of kindness. And then there were my people, the rebels. The ones who just didn’t give a fuck. I had basically become the official leader after we all became friends our freshman year.
    Now, obviously, there were other groups: drama kids, artists, etc., but the ones mentioned basically ruled the school. And nobody questioned it.
Hailey’s P.O.V.
    I sat in homeroom, staring out the window as the teacher, Mr. Mills, droned on about the upcoming midterm and a bunch of other things.
    I jumped when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out of my pocket to see a text from my best friend, Mandy.
    Meet me in the parking lot after homeroom
    I smiled, putting my phone back in my pocket. Any time we were supposed to meet in the parking lot, it meant we would end up stoned or leaving school. Or both.”
    “Hailey! Phone, now,” Mr. Mills said, walking towards me.
    “What? I wasn’t even on it!” I groaned.
    “Give me the phone. Unless you’d rather get a detention.”
    “I’ll take the detention, damn,” I muttered.
    “Watch your language please,” Mr. Mills said, turning around.
    “Mkay.”
    I sank down in my chair, silently willing the bell to ring. As Mr. Mills continued to drone on, a note landed on my desk.
     "Man, he’s a real jerk, right?"
     I looked up to see a boy in a pastel pink sweater and a flower crown smiling at me.
Lee’s P.O.V.
    As the bell rang, I gathered up my notebooks and pens, slowly walking out of the classroom. I was constantly in trouble for being late, but I didn’t really care. The world moved too quickly, in my opinion.
    “Crap, I should probably get to class,” I muttered when the tardy bell rang, walking towards my photography class.
    “Lee, you’re late for the third time this week. You know what that means,” the teacher, Ms. Loren, said as I walked in.
    “Yeah, yeah, detention, I know,” I said, sitting down next to the window.
    Ms. Loren started talking about our assignment, and I grabbed my notebook, doodling a small flower garden.
    “Hey, shouldn’t you be taking notes?”
    “I’ve been in this class twice. I know the drill.”
    “Oh, okay,” Ruby, the girl sitting next to me said, smiling awkwardly.
    “Okay, we’ll start on this project tomorrow. You can talk for the next ten minutes, and then I’m going to pull each of you out into the hallway to discuss your last projects,” Ms. Loren said, smiling.
    I went back to doodling in my notebook, only stopping when Ms. Loren called me out into the hallway. When the bell rang, I gathered up my stuff and headed towards the library.
Tiler's P.O.V.
     "Tiler! Are you paying attention at all?" my English teacher said, looking directly at me.
     "No. Why the fuck would I?"
     "So you can pass this class and stay on the football team," Mr. Evans said, turning back to the board.
     "Fuck..." I whispered under my breath.
     "Language. Unless you want a detention."
     "What the fuck ever."
     Mr. Evans paused, then continued writing on the board.
     I stared off into space, wishing the bell would hurry up and ring.
     Honestly, if it weren't for football, I would've dropped out by now. I mean, I had a job and I already had my own apartment.
     I was broken out of my thoughts by the bell.
     "Ti, dude, you ok? You seem pissed off," Carl, my best friend since kindergarten, said, jogging towards me after class.
     "Just fucking peachy," I growled, throwing my English book into my locker.
     "Okay. Damn."
     I shot him a look, grabbing my Chemistry book and slamming my locker shut.