The Drug Lord's Son

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  It was the first day of Junior year at Westfall University and I already want to die. I didn't live far from campus but I don't know why I even go if I'm gonna be heir to the Drug empire my father created. He is worth billions of dollars because he is a wanted criminal, making the top FBI wanted list, many people come to kill him.
As I walk with my earbuds in, my dumbass friends rip out my music and jostle me around. My best friend Travis throws his right arm around my shoulders and hits me in the chest with a beer. His blonde hair curls to the right side of his head as the sides were shaved. He had gages and snake bites, the golden grills on his bottom teeth gleamed in the sun. His breath already smelling of weed and alcohol.
"Choal!! Hey dude, how you doin guy?" He slightly slurred.
"Hey Travis, it's so early and you're nearly drunk and high. Ready for the first day? We have practically every class together."
  He laughs and takes his arm off me, taking a swig and offers me one. I gladly accept and it stings down my throat, this ain't beer. "Bro is this vodka!?" My blood calms and my head fuzzes over, the buzz hits. I take another swig and cough slightly. I hand it back and he laughs.
  Kyle, my other friend with black hair and blue eyes was also high. He was the same age as me, 25, but was a head shorter than me. Travis was slightly taller than me but a year younger. Kyle took a swig too and finished the bottle, he then took out a cig and gave me one too. I lite mine and his, the smoke filled my nose and made the buzz even better. I took a huge breath and it filled my lungs, as I exhaled it filled the air in front of me and made me smile.
  The gates grew closer and the security guards were outside checking for ID's and anything against the handbook. So far all three of us broke almost every rule. Jim was standing there with his hands in his pockets, he was about a head taller than Travis but pretty chill with us, not today.
He held his hand out and stopped us, we looked at eachother and then to him. "Was good dude?" I asked and shook his hand, being nice I think.
"Hey, you're all breaking the rules." He spoke, his gray hair falling in front of his eyes. Jim was old, like 78 old, and wore a black security uniform.
Travis laughed and put his hand in Jim's left shoulder. "Look, Jim ol boy, it's the first day of school. Who cares, and what rules are we breaking."
"You're clothes, piercings, hair, no ID, and it seems you're all drunk and high." He states, we chuckle.
  I look over to Travis and his clothes seemed fine. He had a black shirt and black jeans with zippers zig zagging across, his leather jacket had the Hells Angles logo on the back. Yes, Travis was in the Hells Angels, he's a rookie.
  Kyle had almost the same thing but a black man tank and normal jeans with rips in the knees, his black hair slicked back and his nose piercing in.
  I was wearing a skintight black shirt with my fathers face on it saying most wanted, showing off my pride. I had black jeans with a chain holding my wallet in my pocket. My leather jacket with ripped sleeves showed off my tattoos and scars. I had my left lip piercing, nose peircing, right eyebrow peircing, and tongue peircing in. Yes I have a lot of piercings.
Kyle scoffed and pushed Jim aside, Travis laughed and I followed grinning. The commons yard was nice in the fall time, everyone was outside talking before the first bell. We walked in the school and went to the gym, inside was our other friend Chris. He was sitting on the pile of wrestling mats, a small window above him cracked open. His blue hair was pulled into a pony tail while his blue eyes were focused outside. He had a long sleeve gray shirt and jeans, clean and pressed like the jock he is.
"Hey Chris!" I shouted, it echoed across the gym.
Chris looked over and smiled, he was smoking a joint. "Hey guys! Was up, nice uniforms. Get in trouble yet?"
We all hopped up with him and Travis took a hit from the drug. Kyle chuckled and took the next puff, then I took a big one. I took a few in a row trying to have a good day. "Yeah, Ol Jim stopped us." Kyle huffed.
"Just wait for the principal to get us, especially you Choal." Travis coughed out.
I laughed and let the buzz take over. After a good 15 minutes the first bell rang and the joint was gone, all out eyes slightly red. They all hopped down and I stayed there for a good minute before following but sadly we didn't get far. Jim opened the doors and behind him stood the fat bastard of a principal.
  Chris sighed, Travis cursed under his breath and Kyle just paled slightly. I, on the other hand, laughed and looked to the window. Before I could set a foot towards it, the old man spoke. "Choal McFestral!" His low voice booming and echoing, a headache already at my temples.
  I looked back at him and he was waving for me to follow. I did as told and gave my friends a look of boredom and left. They all smiled and went with Jim to another area of the school.
  As I followed the principal, his large stomach jiggled with every heavy step, his bald head glinting in the light as his hands barely touched behind his back. This old bastard was principal Evstern, he's been here for nearly 35 years. Old fag, he looked to be about late 50's, and had a small limp on the left as he walked.
  We walked endlessly through the school until we made it to the entrance. On the right was the counselors office and around the left corner was his office. He lumped into his seat and told me to sit across from his large desk. Once I settled in he put his sausage hands and fingers on the desk, his storm eyes watching me.
"Choal, it's the first day of school." He began.
"Okay well I just want a good day, I mean I've been here for a couple years. How many times did you hold me back now? Like 4 times? Why not just let me leave?" I question, a barely audible slur came with few words.
  He sighed and pushed his finger and thumb into his brow. "Choal... just listen. The state won't let you leave unless you get all C's or higher. Yes you've been here a while but you need to put in more effort. If you want to leave follow the rules, some of them, and graduate with good grades." He babbled on.
  I just sighed and looked out the window behind him giving his old face more shadow and wrinkles. My mind began to wander, colors became swirls and voices faded. My heart was pounding in my ears as the headache slowly faded out.
  Evstern snapped in my face and waved at something outside the door. With a click it opened and closed, I first noticed the long blonde hair as it whipped on a foreign wind. The grassy green eyes hit me like a punch, her perfectly fit body for a person of only 5' 2-3" made me crazy. The uniform she wore was a black v-neck with a silver tank underneath, her gray skirt went to her thighs and white socks covered her legs. Black shoes adorned her feet with a slight height.
She smiled and her peach color lips became fuller, her pinkish cheeks squished and her eyes crinkled slightly showing she was always smiling. "Hello, my name is Emma Gifner. I am the student counsel president for the juniors and the top student in the junior section of the state."
My stomach was light and uneasy, is this what butterflies are like? My mind was racing, my tongue was heavy and my palms sweaty, slightly shaking. I swallowed as my throat was drying up, her green eyes kept watching mine as she smiled more. Her small hands were folded before her, the small nails shining and pristine.
"This is Choal McFestral, he is the one you will tutor. As the representative of our school and of the juniors, you will help him with his grades. If he refuses, come see me, but do your best. I know you will do well and help him graduate." Evstern spoke, his voice far away.
"Yes, thank you." She looked to me, her hair flowing like it was trapped in water. The light dancing in her eyes, her white teeth perfect. "I will walk you to first block, okay?" A question towards me.
I stood and pushed the chair back slightly, it rocked but stood up. I stumbled and pushed my hand through my now messy black hair. "Yes, yes - okay. Yes, um first block. Yes, okay."
Seems that yes is my new fav word.
She walked to the door and opened it for me, I walked through and went straight for the entrance lobby.
Emma turned left down the language hall and I followed after. She was small, smaller than me by a lot. I was 6' 3", she seemed to be maybe 5' 6". The skirt she wore swayed slightly, her thighs pushing against the top of the socks, her shoes quietly clicking against the tiled floor.
Before I knew it, my first block was to my left and she stopped. Her green eyes watched me as I stood before her, her small frame perfect. "This is your class, Principal Evstern told me you only have 3 classes today. We can start tutoring tomorrow first thing in the morning at 7:30, before my 9 o'clock class and your 8:45 gym class. I will meet you in the library, bottom floor in the back left corner where it is quiet so you can focus. Is that okay?" Another question towards me.
I fumbled for words, English failing me as I awkwardly nodded and pushed my hand through my hair again. "Bottom floor, corner, 7:30 am. Got it, I'll try to be on time." Blandly I spoke.
Another beautiful smile, her eyes sparkled. "Okay, perfect. See you then Choal, have a good day." Emma nodded and turned away to her class somewhere else.
I watched until she took a right corner and vanished. Opening the door I walked in and went to the top seats in the back. Travis was already there and watched me with a grin, as I took my seat he hit my chest.
"What took so long?" He asked and picked at his nails.
I just stared at the board, I hate English class. "Nothing, just... nothing." I repeated.
After that morning, the rest of the day was a blur.