Charles Drake: The Heir

"Hey, Hey!" cried Jane, slapping your arm so hard that it jolted you back into reality.

Naturally, the first thing you see after having been violently ripped from your daydream was none other than the culprit of this truly horrendous crime, that being your best friend Jane

"W-what was that for?" you wince, rubbing the pain from your bicep

"Every-time I try talking to you about how cute Mr Harrow is, you just drift off into a daydream, at least pretend to listen!"

You poked at your mouth pretending to gag playfully, this offends the Brunette to the Highest degree, but a timid smile seems to quell her slight fury

"S-Sorry," you start rubbing your knuckles nervously "it's just..." Jane brushes a loose curl of Mousey brown hair from her face as she stares at you inquisitively

"It's just what?"

You sigh and shrug "Don't worry about it."

East-Wallace Academy, 'A place built for prime development of our youth's Progression!' or that's how it's sold, sure the Academy is one of the Best in the City, many of the Professors are pretty good educators if your honest, not to mention the many facilities that aid in helping the students choose a career path, but none of those things are what bothers you about the Academy... it's the Students.

Confidence had never been your strong suit and being a member of the 'Legendary' Drake family, you kind of stand out because of that.

Your Father: Roman Drake is none other than the Mayor of the City, a man known for his cold nature, the iron fist attitude he adopts with the city garners a lot of negative gossip from the community, for that.

...And for many many more personal reasons, students here are not the most... friendly.

"Charlie..." A much lighter hand tapped you on your Shoulder pulling you once again out of your thoughts.

Jane adjusts her large Glasses and looks at you a little more softly, a lot more worry than annoyance "Charlie, You know you can talk to me, I know something's wrong." You smile sadly at her, as quick-tempered as the freckle-faced Brunette could be, she always was patient when you were having a hard time

"I uh... I had another run-in with Vicky and the Untouchables yesterday, so nothing new."

It was relatively nice today, overcast but with enough blue in the sky for things to look cheerful, but after mentioning that one little detail, you could have sworn that the sky had darkened in fear of Jane's Wrath, for Hell hath no fury like Jane Watson Scorned "Vicky? Again? That bloody witch and her oaf of a Boyfriend are ruling this place with an Iron fist!"

You pull out your wallet as you shrug "Not much We can do about it, Can't behead a Criminal if she's the King's Daughter." you leave some money on the table as You and Jane get ready to leave the Cafe,

"Principle's Daughter hah!, An Asshole is Asshole in my books!"

Beans was a Cafe funded and run by the Academy, despite the stupid name it was a pleasant place to go for a break, sure the coffee wasn't that great but you still enjoyed it, and you never really ate much anyway, not to mention that it was a good place for you and Jane to talk during free period, to study and Converse in peace without receiving glares or having the odd french fry thrown at you.

You sigh as the two of you push through the double doors and into the large Academy courtyard, The Place is bustling, as usual, it is the end of lunch and classes will start soon "Even without Vicky... I just can't seem to-" Someone shoves you aside as you enter the crowd that leads into the Main Building

"Move it Dick." he says as he and his friends chuckle to themselves

"...Fit in." you finish.

Jane huffs "Look I know things are hard right now but, I'm not all that popular either?" You scoff playfully as the two of you weave through the crowds and into the main hallway

"You're not a short geeky Loner, or the Mayor's Son."

You feel a foot trap the back of your shoe, making you stumble forward a little clumsily "Watch where you're going Dicky-Drake!" Jane catches you by your shoulder, turning angrily to the Jock that tried to trip you

"Fuck off Douchebag, leave him alone!" You raise a hand and timidly smile, trying to calm her some

"D-don't worry about it, let's just get to class okay?"

Through the busy Hallways, the two of you roam until you reach your eventual destination, Mister Harrow's English class.

The Class is just like every other day, you put your head down and try your best, as depressing as attending East-Wallace could be, you did relatively well with your studies, you were raised a hard worker and much was expected of you.... your father, expected much of you, a fact that rarely left your mind.

You jolt as something hits your Glasses, you take them off, making things a little blurry but, you can see well enough to make out the large spitball on the lens, a very familiar giggle comes from just across from you.

After removing the new edition to your glasses and replacing them you see exactly what you expected, it was none other than Vicky.

Victoria Kaz was the number one diva of East-Wallace, A Raven-haired, Brown-eyed devilish beauty with one hell of an aim with a cafeteria straw and saliva-coated note-paper.

Just as Jane mentioned she and her boyfriend Chaz practically ruled the Academy, the Captain of the Football team and the Most Popular Girl in school, a cliche that you still couldn't believe was a thing.

You try your best to just get back to your note-taking, listening to Mr Harrow rattle on about the deeper contextual meaning of Macbeth as another spitball collides with your cheek this time, you scrape it off quickly with an irritated huff, your heart pumping a little as you hear Vicky's giggling in the background...

"Calm, Calm Calm, just chill out."

Two, no three spitballs hit you right in your hair... that's the last straw, you love your hair, your short Mahogany Brown Curls being the only thing that you like about yourself and try to maintain.

And now it's covered in spit paper? oh hell fucking no! "Stop it!" you growl angrily, staring daggers at Vicky and her Cronies a couple of desks away.

"Mr Drake, Ms Kaz." Starts Mr Harrow

"Aw shit,"

You think as the Tall man looks to you expectantly, "I thought that we agreed to avoid disruption from now on?" with irritation taking over your usually calm, you point at Vicky elusively.

"She was..." You should have stayed quiet, Mr Harrow huffed

"Victoria, I warned you about distracting the other students..." a Shit eating grin formed on her Olive face

"I would have thought that Dicky-Drake could take a little teasing?" Chuckles and laughter resonated in the room for a moment before Mr Harrow hushed them all, you lowered your head sadly

"Enough, Victoria, just pipe down won't you?" Harrow straightened his collar and pushed back his slick hair "Now, back to Macduff."

You empty your locker after class, packing books in your bag with a sad look on your face, Class was bad sure, but you were used to it by now, hey at least you could just pack your bag and get home now.

"Hey, there Dicky Drake." Your stomach drops as you hear the not-so-friendly tone, You close your locker and stand there with cocky looks on their perfectly painted faces where the Four Horseman of the motherfucking apocalypse

"Aw he looks scared." pouted Isabella Salvador with her thick red lips, the big-breasted, blonde haired latina holding her hips, trying her hardest to look high and mighty

"Do we have to do this today, I'm gonna be late for my Nails!" Camille whined as the African-American Girl played on her phone

"Shut-Up Cam, I'd like to have a chat with our friend"

Finally up marched Chaz, Camile's brother, Victoria's Boyfriend and Captain of the Football team. You aren't exactly a big guy, in fact, your kind of a shrimp, unfortunately, something that you inherited from your mother, your father always says and it sure as hell shows when Chaz stands before you, the massive Six foot 5 Black, brick shit house towering over you as Victoria clung to his muscular arm.

"Chaz... Listen I." you start but you are quickly cut off... by a smile "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, We talked about this buddy." You look at him, your legs shaking a little as his eyes so brown that they were almost black looks into your Hazel eyes coldly "I know... I'm sorry it won't happen again." He doesn't look very convinced, Chaz reaches out making you flinch, all four of them chuckle and the Jock doesn't loose his Cold smile "Hey chill out man, We're just talking...." his massive hand touches your shoulder "Now what did I tell you the last time we had this problem?" You look at Vicky, her Cocky smile just a present as ever, You hated that smile, nothing renewed your anger at your situation more, Chaz must have noticed your glaring because he pressed you against the lockers hard, making everyone around you look and knocking the wind out of you "What did I tell you Dicky?" he said with a grim look on his face, "You told me that Vicky can do what she wants." you mumble in defeat, Chaz smiled again "Oh so you do remember, good." You look down, trying not to meet his eyes.

"Mr. Bruce!" an outraged voice cried from behind them all, as you Saw Mrs. Franklin appear between you and Chaz, her tall form blocking the Jock from you, "What do you think you're doing!?" Chaz stepped back retaining his smile "Oh nothing Ms. Franklin, Charles, and I were just having a friendly chat." The Buxom blonde Teacher frowned at the Jock "Don't give me that." She snapped, pointing her finger at his Blue Jersey "This is the third time I've caught you harassing Mr. Drake."

"Mrs. Franklin, We were just playing around-" Victoria tried to say only to have Mrs. Franklin interject very quickly "And you, don't even get me started on you Victoria, The amount I've had to talk to the Principle about your Mischief, anyone else would have been expelled by now, And Mr. Bruce, I do not care if your Father is a Senator, I'll have you put on leave if I catch you again understand." Camille and Isabella chuckled a little but was quickly cut off by Mrs. Franklin's Sharp Glare, she points at the four of them, all four of the Academy's legendary "Untouchables" and with a single word made them clear off "Go."

Just as they had been told they left, but not before Isabella, Vicky and Chaz could stare daggers at him, Camille simply shrugged continuing to play on her phone as the lot of them disappeared into the crowd.

Mrs. Franklin turned around to you, her angry glare now replaced with a sympathetic smile "Can you come to my Office please Charles?" you rub your shoulder, her Smile comforting you a little "Uhh yeah, sure."