The Truth Is.

Chapter 15

        ACE

       Rotasu had taken to constant work. The trailer had never been cleaner, our yard had been fixed and mowed. Even the fucking dishes were being washed on time. I didn't say much about it. Cleaning was better than lying in bed all day, doin' nothing.

        School was a fucking chore. At this point I'd given up on grades. I had a steady enough income, and no matter how smart I was, college was never going to be an option. I didn't think it could get worse. But life had a sick fucking sense of humor.

        We entered through the back, like any other Scants. Rotasu trailed behind me, her hands glued to the straps of her bag, and eyes stuck on my heels. She hardly left my side anymore.

        Officers had Scants pressed against the lockers, patting them down. Drug dogs went past the lockers, taking time near known dealers. The police weren't anything new. They always had their fucking nose in our business.

        "You know the drill, Ace," Officer Hookdon made a waving motion. I rolled my eyes, dropped my bag, and placed my hands behind my head.

        "Got anything on ya?"

        "Fuck, no."

        Officer Hookdon used to be a Scant. Back in middle school he was one of the lead fighters. That was until he stabbed Scants in the back. In exchange for a job as an officer, he told em' everything; from who was dealing the drugs to which Scants were supplying them.

        Now, everyone hated him, including me.

        He twisted my hands behind my back, and started patting me down. The pressure on my wrists would've hurt, if the nerves in my hands weren't fucked.

        He turned my back against the lockers, and I spat on his shoes.

        The amber in his eyes flashed red, and he looked back to me. "You got a problem, boy?"

        I scoffed, and picked my bag back up. "Always

         Two-pick, Clove, Diana, Talon, and Butch had already collected into a small group by Diana's locker. As soon as he heard us, Butch's eyes landed on Rotasu. His bruising had spread all over his face, bag built under his eyes. They still hadn't talked.

        I unzipped Two-pick's bag, and started digging through the piles of school supplies.

        "Good morning,"  Two-pick sarcastically greeted.

        "Where's the shit?" I mumbled.

        When I turned up empty, I gave Two-pick 'the look.'

        "Sorry man, ain't got the money for em'."

        I swore under my breath, and zipped it closed.

        "You don't need a smoke this early," Diana's stuck her nose out and puffed out her chest. She looked like a fucking chipmunk.

        "Fuck you."

        'Fuck you too."

        Yes I did. If I was going to be in the same building as the sick fuck-o that raped my sister, without killing him, I'd need a smoke. Rotasu wouldn't bump into him, but the classes for seniors were evenly split. Half the class Scants, and the other Magnates. I didn't share classes with the fucker, but there's no chance I wouldn't bump into him.

        And as soon as I do-

        The fucking bell rung, and signaled the start of Hell.