The Agitator

I

Y/N sighed as he stepped outside the car that took him and his mother to their new house.

While they were driving here, Y/N saw luxuries that he has never seen in his whole life. He saw people with 5 sports cars in their driveway. Houses with a tennis or a basketball court. He didn't understand how people could have so many things.
But somehow, there he is now.

When his mother told him that they were moving to LA so he could study in an elite high school he immediately yelled to his mother.
They lived in Madrid, Spain, until two days ago.
Apparently, his mother applied for a scholarship for him in a high school for rich kids. The high school discovered he was quite famous in Spain thanks to his rap career and they decided to accept him.
They were so happy to have him that Y/N and his mom only had to pay half of the house, which was in Calabasas. And that ain't cheap.

Thankfully Y/N made lots of money thanks to his songs and to his tours all around Spain.

At the beginning he couldn't imagine himself accepting his mother's offer. But as she started crying and saying that she only wanted the best education possible for him, he had to accept.

"You like it?" His mother asked as she stood beside him, looking at the front door of their new home.

"Yeah, maybe it is too big? I mean we are two. I think we would be ok with a small apartment." He said as he looked around the neighborhood. Every house next to theirs was incredibly big too.

"Listen Y/N." His mom said cupping his face with her hands. "We've been through a lot you and me. I think we deserve better than being ok, right? In this house there's a studio where you can record your music, there's a cinema room and I know how much you love cinema. We even have a garden, with a fucking pool, there's even a barbecue, Y/N!" She said excitedly. He hasn't seen her this happy in his whole life, so he decided to let her be happy.

"I guess you're right mom. I just hope this rich kids aren't as irritating as the ones at home." He said nonchalantly, as he stepped inside the house.

As soon as Y/N made that comment, his mom snapped out of her dreams and glared at him, holding her finger in front of his face.

"I warn you Y/N L/N! If some parent, the high school or the fucking police calls me again saying that you beat someone for whatever fucking reason! YOU. ARE. DEAD. Understood? " She said seriously. It's true that in the past Y/N may have gotten into trouble with some rich kids, and maybe even beat the shit out of some of them.

"Ok , mother. I promise I will behave. " He said rolling his eyes.

"Great!" She said happily. "Now cheer up. I've made a few calls and I found out that weed is legal in Los Angeles. " Suddenly Y/N was more excited about being here.

"What? How do you know that?" He asked confused.

Yeah, Y/N's mother knew he smoked pot. She knew that it was something inevitable because of the place where they used to live and the people he used to hang out.
She actually grew up in the same way as his son, so she knew perfectly about the things that were happening in the streets.

She didn't really care that he smoked weed or cigarettes if he was able to keep his grades good enough. She used to think that if Y/N studied a lot he'd be able to find a good job and get out of the neighborhood.
Ironically, he didn't need the good grades to move out of it.

"You still can't smoke it in the street and you need to be 21 to buy it. I'll buy it for you, but you know what that means. All your grades might be a 'B' or higher. " She said sternly.

"Of course, mother. " Y/N said happily. He walked upstairs and looked for his room.

This house was huge. It had four floors. The underground floor had a game room, a cinema room and his own studio, where he could work on his music. Then there's the main floor, which is at street level, it had a modern design. At the third floor there were the bedrooms, six bedrooms to be exact. Why would they want so many? He wouldn't know.
Last but not least there was the last floor, which was a big and beautiful terrace.