Innocent...

Cold

He rolled his eyes the prison guard opened the gates and escorted him outside. This was all formalities. If he was sure about himself, he knew he would be back here in a few days. He just needed to commit the right crime... again. What had he been jailed for again? Right, stealing. Which was quite a shock to everyone. You'll understand why later. He walked through the prison hallway, after getting all his stuff back. The bastards had ruined his favorite shirt. But right now, that was the highest amount of fucks he could give about anything. He walked some more and watched as the main electric gates were opened, after which he was uncuffed and shoved out rudely.

"Get out and stay out. Don't wanna see you here again, son." The old officer said in his gruff voice. He almost laughed. As it was mentioned before, he knew it was only a matter of days until he returned. Anyway, he walked down to the direction of a chaffeur-driven black limousine.

"Hello, young Master Jay" The aging driver said. "So nice to see you again."
He smiled a bit and walked into the car.
He stared out the window through the entire ride home. Soon, they reached the gates of a beautifully decorated mansion. The fountain was still as big as he remembered. He walked through the grand front doors into the view of his eager parents.

"Jay!" His father exclaimed. "So glad to have you back, son"
But he walked past them. "Unfortunately I can't say the same about you." He said coldly.
"Now Now, Jay. Let's not be rude to your father. You know he worked very hard to-"
"I don't care how hard he worked. Heaven knows that all he had to do was make some measly phone call and transfer a measly amount of money into some measly judge's account. Always using money to solve your problems. That's all you both have ever done. So with all due respect, I calmly ask that you please leave me the fuck alone and don't stick your measly noses into my fucking business."
He climbed up the stairs, walked into his room and slammed the door.
He sighed and looked at around his room which was about the three times the size of an average classroom.

See what I mean?

Now I know what you're all thinking, how did Jay, who had such a large room, a larger house and an even larger bank account, get busted for stealing? I mean, if anything, people are meant to be stealing from him, right?
Well, as you've obviously seen, Jay doesn't exactly have the picture perfect relationship with his parents. And he always strived to make that very clear. He's society's perfect definition of a 'black sheep' of the family. He's what people call.... what's the word again? Yeah, a rebel.
Anyway, back to the story. He was currently sitting on his bed, scrolling through the contacts on his phone, until a particular name caught his eye. He was just about to hit the 'call' button when his mom walked in.
"What do you want?" He asked, not even looking at her.
"Um..uh..." She stuttered as she nervously played with her diamond charm bracelet. "The thing is... uh...."
Then he briefly glanced at her. "Well spit it out, Shaky McNervous. I ain't got all day."
"Well," She started. "Your father wishes for you to go back to school tomorrow."
He narrowed his eyes in anger.
"What the fuck, mom? I thought I was done with that shit."
"Please son, it was Linda's idea." She pleaded. Then he went quiet.
If there was one member of his family that Jay felt even an ounce of love and respect for, it was his Godmother, Aunt Linda. And believe me, he had perfect reasons for it.
"Fine. But only for Aunt Linda. Don't ever think that I give a horse's fuck about what you guys think." He said, moving back to his phone.
"Th-Thank You, son." She said, before leaving the room.
He looked at the name he was focused on earlier. He hit the 'text' button.

Jay: Sav. I'm back.

Savannah: Jay, baby. Welcome back. Want me to come over?

His mom walked in again. "One more thing, son." Your father and I are going out for the night, we'll be back tomorrow afternoon." She said.
"Whatever." He said. She walked out, he went back to his phone.

Jay: Sure, I'm down. Bring the package too.

*Hours Later*

He watched his parents leave in the same limousine that picked him up. At the exact same time, a silver Porsche drove in through the gates and pulled up in front of the house. He smirked as a brown haired girl stepped out of iaaat, holding a brown paper bag. She walked inside the house and over to him.
"Babe..." He said before kissing her. After a makeout session that seemed like forever, he dragged her up to his room where they played loud music and inhaled the contents of the brown paper bag which happened to be heroin and marijuana. More makeout sessions and more loud music. Eventually they began to strip each other of their clothes and soon the bed began to shake under the intensity of their movements while the Mansion was echoed with the loud gasps and moans of a female in immense pleasure...

*Next day*

After successfully cleaning out his room and sending Savannah home, Jay got ready for school.

He walked through the hallway, as annoyed as ever. Everyone who saw him widened their eyes and stepped out of his way. Eventually everyone cleared a path for him. He rolled his eyes and kept walking. So annoying.
He walked over to his old locker. His books were still there. Wow. His part old friend Cole walked up to him.
"Bro! You're back!" He said. Jay looked at him.
"S'up Cole. You good?"
"You bet your ass I'm good. Even better now that you're out of the big house, man. Come on, we gotta get to class." And they grabbed their books and walked to class.

The rest of the day was boring as usual. Despite his attitude, he was pretty smart. So he knew everything. Finally the bell rang for lunch break. He walked to cafeteria and got his food. Even the lunch lady gave him a bewildered look. Along with the rest of the students. He also heard the whispers that were thrown his way. He rolled his eyes and sat down. He was the only one at his table. He decided to start eating, never mind that the food tasted like garbage. Honestly, the food didn't taste any better than prison food. But his thoughts were interrupted by a tiny voice.

"Is this seat taken?"