Jack held his breath, allowing the chemicals of his cigarette to float within his lungs before he emptied them out to the world. He watched the small cloud of smoke rise into the air and quickly dissipate from his sight. A groan from his left caused Jack to glance over and grin at the sight of his work. Three beaten individuals laid sprawled out along the ground, defeated after their failed attempts to intimidate Jack into giving them the money in his wallet. He simply shook his head at their pathetic forms and sighed as the bell rang. He took one last quick puff and flicked the half smoked cigarette onto one of the defeated forms. [color=ed1c24]"Alright boys, it's been fun but I got a meeting to head to. Hit me up when you want to give it another try,"[/color] he chuckled before blowing smoke from his nose and making his way towards the schools back entrance. As he entered the hallway he dug around into his hoodies pockets and pulled out a slip of paper stating where the meeting for the host club was going to be held. 

[color=ed1c24]"Music room 3, eh?"[/color] he mumbled to himself and tossed the slip away. A sigh escaped Jack as he let his eyes travel around his surroundings. It was still weird adjusting to this new life of his, especially school life seeing as how he never attended it. The only time he stepped into one was to make a delivery for a buyer of his. Speaking of buyers, Jack quickly pulled out his phone, scrolled through his messages and sent a quick text to a new partner of his stating that he'll swing by later to pick up his package. Jack may being starting a new life, but he'll be damned if he gets some crappy low paying job. Once you make those big bucks there's no going back. 

As jack rounded the corner he glanced up from his phone and caught site of the music room the meeting was being held in. [color=ed1c24]"There it is I guess,"[/color] he sighed and stopped in front of the rooms door. Jack then placed his earbuds into his ears, pressed play on his soundtrack and rotated his shoulders before opening the door. He made sure to keep his eyes glued to his phone, making it seem like he was doing something. As he made his way to the corner of the room he grabbed a chair and dragged it with him to make sure he had a seat. He placed the chair in the corner, sat down and banged his head to the beat of his music. He made it painfully obvious he wanted to be left alone.