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[color=slategray][sub]A Collab With: [@Fabricant451]
Featuring:[/sub][/color] [color=b57f13][b][sub]Henry Green[/sub][/b][/color][color=slategray][sub],[/sub][/color] [color=ffefd5][b][sub]Chae Min-seo[/sub][/b][/color][color=slategray][sub],[/sub][/color] [color=9acd32][b][sub]Parker Ashford[/sub][/b][/color][color=slategray][sub], and[/sub][/color] [color=FF69B4][b][sub]Hana Park[/sub][/b][/color]
[color=slategray][sub]Location: Homeroom[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr][indent]Henry was late to homeroom. While not entirely uncommon for him; the strange part was his reasoning. It wasn’t odd for Henry to just not want to come in, and thus neglect doing so. This time… this time Henry Green had visited a place he’d never been inside. Henry had went to the library.

In his arms, he carried massive books — tomes, really. One was a history book, one was a California law book, one a federal law book, and finally, the school rule book. Somewhere, somehow, someway someone had fucked up. Henry was not about to allow such a severe mark on his record, nor such a mark as the one against his character. 

DATE RAPED PARKER?

Whoever wrote that blog was sensationalist scum, and he would find them. On his word, on his [i]life[/i] he would find them. And then he would own them. Lawsuits, baby. Hulk Hogan vs Gawker. This school? This room he’d walked into? MIGHT AS WELL BE HIS.

Henry made a beeline to his table, where Parker was already sitting. Henry slammed the huge stack of books onto the table and looked at his tiny blonde friend. [color=b57f13][b]“I have some light reading to do.”[/b][/color] He said, then in a hushed voice, he added. [color=b57f13][b]“Did Damian tell you?”[/b][/color] Damian, of course, had no reason, nor intent, to tell Parker anything.

Parker had read the blog, of course, though in this case it was more accurate to say Parker read the first few sentences, saw how long the little bar on the side of the screen was, could see absolutely no pictures other than the advertisement about singles in the area (which she was told not to click on and she was a good listener), and then promptly went back to watching cartoons on Youtube. When she arrived at school, there were strange looks when she got out of the car along with Henry and Minsy. Normally people waved when Parker waved at them as she went on her way, skipping towards homeroom, but she was stopped this time by the school counselor. She and Parker were basically best friends - or at least as ‘best friends’ as a staff member and student could be. 

But that was old at this point. Parker and the counselor had a talk, as they did every Wednesday...except today wasn’t Wednesday but they still talked and she was promptly dismissed. The whispers and weird looks only continued as Parker made her way to homeroom. Maybe it was Whisper Day? 

Parker sat in the same spot she always did. The table she and Henry and Mincy shared, with her seat being closest to the window. Mincy was already there, drawing weird things in her notebook but Henry wasn’t. Nothing unusual, Henry was often the last one to sit at the table. Parker occupied her time by watching Mincy draw but her attention was snapped back to the table when books slammed the table. Both Parker and Mincy jumped but only Parker had something to say about it. 

[color=9ACD32][B]”AHH!”[/b][/color] Her scream was third to the slamming of the books in volume, and both were tied for second as Parker slapped the table with her palm. [color=9ACD32][b]”HAH! YOU DIDN’T DO YOUR HOMEWORK, DID YOU? DID YOU? MINCY HELPED ME WITH MINE!”[/b][/color] Parker playfully shoved her palm against Min-seo’s shoulder, shaking the poor girl who was still reeling from the books. 

[color=FFEFD5][b]”Is this...about the blog?”[/b][/color] Min-seo chimed in before waving her hand towards Parker like one does when shooing a little mosquito. Min-seo had read the blog, of course, though she didn’t really comprehend a lot of it. It seemed unfair or heavily biased, but clearly it had an effect. 

[color=FFEFD5][B]”Is things...good?”[/b][/color] Min-seo showed concern while Parker had already snatched one of the smaller books from the pile. 

[color=9ACD32][B]”THERE’S JUST WORDS. BOOOOORINGGGGGG.”[/b][/color] The only one who didn’t seem to know about Parker’s ‘party foul’ was Parker herself.

[color=b57f13][b]“Well, Parker. I need to do some research, okay? Yes, Min, it’s about the damn blog. Things are shit. People think I took advantage of Parker! Which I WOULD NEVER DO. And, aside from that, they’re puttin’ the axe to my back and fuckin’ me over. I gotta do a whole lotta bullshit.”[/b][/color] He shook his head in disgust, opening the history book toward the section he cared about: the Geneva Convention. [color=b57f13][b]“Wack ass motherfuckers think I’mma try and play possum. I’m bout to show ‘em what’s fuckin’ what. Dig?”[/b][/color] Henry reached into his backpack and withdrew two things: a big bag of gummy bears, which he tossed at Parker, and a binder he hadn’t opened since his high school career began.

Henry Green turned to the first, blank page, and put his pencil to it. He would win this battle, or he would die trying.

Parker practically snatched the gummy bears out of midair like a dog playing fetch. Her enthusiasm over the colorful treat was halted by the packaging of the candy. Its low barrier to entry was proving difficult for Parker who was pulling at the plastic wrap; opening chips or the little orange square crackers in the red box was much easier. She couldn’t ask Henry, he was busy doing important book stuff. Fortunately, there was Min-seo who tapped Parker on the shoulder, took the bag of gummy bears, and opened it in one fell swoop before giving it back to the diminutive girl. 

[color=9ACD32][B]”THANKS, MINCY! YOU WANT ONE?”[/b][/color] 

Min-seo politely declined by shaking both her head and her hand at the same time. The other member of this unique table had closed her sketchbook now and was much more interested in this strange obsession with was certainly not any school work. [color=FFEFD5][b]”Dig?”[/b][/color] The colorful language spewed by Henry was often lost by Min-seo or, sometimes, taken rather literally. This was one of those times. [color=FFEFD5][b]”Where’s...shovel?”[/b][/color] She realized a but slowly that it was probably American slang and promptly shook her head. [color=FFEFD5][b]”Henry...it is just...lies. Parker is…”[/b][/color]

At this, Min-seo glanced to her left in time to see Parker happily chewing away on a rather colorful worm while having another slide around her part of the table like it was crawling through the grass. 

[color=FFEFD5][b]”...Is not your...type girl. She is..little sister. Don’t believe them.”[/b][/color] She was trying to make things better, but it might have been a futile effort. Even she had assumed Henry had gone upstairs for that purpose before being told otherwise, and the truth made far more sense given what she knew of Henry. 

Henry, who was already balls deep in his second page on his notepad, turned his attention to Min-seo, letting about a deep breath. [color=b57f13][b]“Look, Min. I know it’s a lie, and you know it’s a lie. Everyone who knows me, or even knows Parker, knows that it was a lie. It’s not really about like clearin’ my name, or somethin’, it’s about people throwin’ dirt on me when they got no right to do it. And,”[/b][/color] Henry leaned forward, scowling slightly, [color=b57f13][b]“I guaran-damn-tee that my sister was behind this somehow, or someway. my bitch sister was involved in this. She engineered my worst day ever so that she could smile and enjoy the pain of other people. Because she’s basically a witch… I’m gonna get through this, but I gotta build my case first, and hopefully nobody fucks anything before I do it. Hold up, I gotta go talk to Hana. Parker, I’mma tell you this, because if I don’t I’ll feel bad later, but don’t eat all of those right now, you’ll get sick and puke and cry and blame me for giving you worms.”[/b][/color]

Henry leaned over and grabbed one of the worms from the bag and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing before he stood up and walked across the way, to Hana Park’s desk and took a seat across from her. Henry leaned forward and cradled his chin in his hands.

[color=b57f13][b]“I’m gonna need you to come through for me.”[/b][/color]

Hana wasn’t expecting the sudden arrival of Henry; by all accounts he had had his hands full dealing with the fallout. She put her tablet aside and focused on the matter at hand. Whatever happened in response to the blog had to have really gotten to Henry to have him approaching her during school hours. Typically the ones who needed her at school were the real addicts who didn’t exactly know the definition of discrete. What else could this be about? It wasn’t like she could talk to her sister and get her to overrule whatever the school decided. Hana crossed her arms and sat back in her chair; now was the time for her to be in full business mode. [color=FF69B4][b]”It’s been like three days, I hope you’re not asking for a New Year’s amount of favor here. My guys are good but they aren’t magic.”[/b][/color] It was damn near a full time job, keeping this place connected and high. Still, another decent payday had a mystical ability to make others want to work a bit harder. 

[color=FF69B4][b]”What do you need?”[/b][/color]

Now, Henry had to think of a pleasant way to say ‘I need you to give me a kilo of Columbian bambam in discreet packaging.’ There was, of course, no easy, simple way to say that. To be honest, Henry had expected Hana to be a bit more friendly by now, after all he’d just paid her a fuckton of money to hand out pills to a bunch of addicted freaks at a party at a beautiful beach house with free food. But noooo, nothing was good enough for her. Women; honestly. Henry took a deep breath and composed himself, doing his best to maintain a level of seriousness similar to Hana’s, if not equal to it. [color=b57f13][b]“I need.”[/b][/color] Henry looked around to make sure no one was looking, then leaned in, keeping this simple:

[color=b57f13][b]“A lot of cocaine. You know that rich white person drug? Hook it up, baby girl. I’m basic as fuck.”[/b][/color] Well, the seriousness had lasted for the first half of his first sentence. Progress! 

The party never stopped with Henry Green, did it? It wasn’t Hana’s business to ask why someone needed whatever it was they needed, dealers didn’t concern themselves with the why of the clients. Still she would have been lying if she said she wasn’t curious. Someone who drops ten thousand for party favors now needing the drug of choice for corporate lawyers nationwide? Someone was an addict. An addict with money and an addict who was in luck. [color=FF69B4][b]”You know going out in an overdose won’t help your current reputation, right?”[/b][/color] Sometimes it was hard for Hana not to let a bit of her more judgmental side out. It was more thinking aloud, but what was wrong with a little banter between customer and dealer? 

[color=FF69B4][b]”I can get you an eighth or two. An extra hundred and I’ll throw in a speedball if you really wanna go out a legend. Because you did me a solid over New Year’s I’ll take 80 per gram. When do you need it?”[/b][/color] Hana really ought to thank the dealers of the world, ever since getting into the business herself her math scores had gone through the roof. 

[color=b57f13][b]“Like as soon as possible? Here’s $600, keep the change. I’m good on a speedball, I’ll keep myself to cocoa leaves mixed in with concrete mix and gasoline, no heroin or morphine needed.”[/b][/color] Henry slid the money under the table and put it on Hana’s leg, before looking at his watch. [color=b57f13][b]“Mama always says to support local businesses, y’know? So that’s why I come to you instead of a wholesaler, really appreciate it. Also, don’t worry about me, I’m not gonna overdose. I’m like Scarface, I can snort mountains of cocaine without even blinkin’ an eye. I’m a machine. Or, something like that. Just whenever you get a chance just come to my house. The gate code is still 109853. Really appreciate it, thanks.”[/b][/color] Did Henry need to go on a cocaine fueled rampage over this?

No, but he didn’t have any reason not to.

If it was anyone else, they were likely to get slapped. Not from doing the business angle, but because she was wearing a skirt today and the cash, while nice, wasn’t comfortable in her lap. She quickly folded the bills and transferred them from her leg to her purse as if she had done it thousands of times before. Whatever happened it couldn’t have been good. Cocaine was a hell of a drug and Henry was looking at at least seven point five grams, if her math checked out. If this was the last she saw of Henry Green at least she had the memory of earning ten thousand dollars from him. That would make for a nice eulogy. 

[color=FF69B4][b]”Didn’t Scarface die in the end? Whatever, it’s your money. I’ll swing by after school. Don’t give any to the exchange student, either. You’ll kill the poor girl.”[/b][/color] Some people worked overtime for a month and still didn’t break ten thousand on their check after taxes. All she had to do was swing by her suppliers and she was living well. She’d be able to get the new graphics card by the end of the week. It was good to have friends in high places. 

[color=b57f13][b]“Please, I’d never. Min is an innocent flower, I’m not gonna ruin that. Just like I never ruined Parker either. If I go out like Scarface, remember to tell them that. Henry Green didn’t fuck his friends.”[/b][/color] Henry stuffed a hand in his pocket and withdrew a pack of spearmint gum, stuffing a piece into his pocket and giving Hana a nod before standing up and heading back to his table. Mission accomplished, more or less.[/indent]