[21 Savage] Book I Of When It Rains, It Pours.

04| "It's not the same.. sometimes it makes me wonder,"

The students in Liberty High School were a extremely surprised to see Bin walking in the building that next Monday. He smirked at all the people staring at him as he walked down the halls.

Trevon: "Aye Savage!" Bin turned around to Trevon and his boys. Walking up to them he gave each of them dap along with Larry.

Justice: "Who you looking for Savage?"

Bin took the book bag from his shoulders, "Nobody man, I'm here to learn." The boys were shocked to hear that and they all wanted to laugh. But none one of them laughed. They knew better than to laugh at Bin.

Tonio: "You serious bruh?"

"Yeah man, I gotta get my education." It took Bin awhile to think about it but he knew the best way to make Tadashi proud of him was to do something he was supposed to do instead of terrorizing the city.

Of course he knew he couldn't stop being in the gang, that was against the rules. But, his father never said he couldn't attend school. He went to the office to get his schedule and it made everybody scared. In class, he didn't put his head down, he didn't go to sleep and no matter how boring the U.S government teacher was, Bin sat up straight and took notes. During lunch he brought a zero coke cola from the vending machine and some hot fries. Sitting down at the table with Larry and some cheerleaders, he dapped his homie.

Carla: "Hey Savage." He nodded his head toward her while opening his bottle, totally dismissing her.

Larry: "We going to get Tay after school?"

"Nah she still doesn't want to see me so Chres gonna pick her up for practice and shit."

Tamika: "Who's Tay?"

"Y'all can leave, nosy ass females." All of the girls expect for the one sitting on Larry's lap moved tables quickly.

Larry: "Ight, I have basketball practice from 4:30-7 so lemme know where you gotta be before that and I'll drop you off." Larry had been doing basketball since he was in the third grade, that's why he went to camp over the summer. It was something he loved to do, bin played basketball too but he never wanted to do it professionally. As he ever wanted to do was trap.

Walking into the boxing club, VICTOR'S HITS. He looked around the building to see guys that looked around his age and older either working out with the bags and two guys in the ring working on their hitting combinations. At first he watched their foot combination before looking at the way their hands moved. He saw some gloves sitting on the bench, not thinking any thing of it he grabbed them. Sitting his backpack down he walked in front of the bag and started punching.

Devin: "You punch to wild homie." Bin stopped and turned around, "Excuse me?"

Devin: "You must be new here, everybody knows not to touch my gloves."

"My bad bruh." Bin took them off and sat them down back on the bench. Devin grabbed them while chuckling, "You wouldn't last a day in here punching like you out on the street."

"I know how to fight, I've been fighting my whole life."

Devin laughed loudly, "This ain't no street fight, our punches are jabs, we box to win not to kill anybody."