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[indent][color=9AC667]“Eh, c'mon. We're almost there.”[/color] James Wang, otherwise known to his friends as Jun, grumbled drowsily as he sat in his car at a red light only a few blocks away from King's Academy, the 'prestigious' private high school he attended with a group of other well-off teenagers. 

He looked down to his phone as he noticed that Sonny was bitching and moaning about Mr. Gomez already. A smirk grew on his face as he quickly typed out a reply. One at both Mr. Gomez and Sonny's expense. 

Jun knew firsthand that he was the last person that Sonny wanted to hear from, so seeing a sardonic text message from him was probably the best means of irritating him even more. In Jun's mind it was the absolute best reason to do it. And he couldn't wait to hear about it when all was said and done. For those who actually [i]liked[/i] his nonsense they probably thought his sense of humor and the responses created from it were their personal slice of comedic theater. For Jun it was sometimes trouble, but generally even as much of a misfit as he was, at the end of the day he still looked like he could play on the King's Academy football team and do pretty well. He had deceptively 'brawny' shoulders. On some days he wondered if he said what he did because his appearance gave him license to do so. 

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As he put his phone back down in the cupholder the light turned green. Perfect timing.

Jun figured Sonny would say something dismissive and give him 'the look' when he arrived at school to check up on him. Probably with a sarcastic jab at calling him DJ Quack Quack. It was a nickname that Jun had never understood – he wasn't a duck nor was he a DJ. He was a [i]guitarist[/i], not a turntablist. But Sonny was Sonny and even if his jokes were [i]terrible[/i] Jun still regarded him as a friend, even if his grandfather often remarked that the boy was a worse influence than Marisol and that he should stop associating with him. It was a sentiment that Jun had always ignored because he always thought it was a stupid idea. But anything Jun himself did not agree with or come up with was a stupid idea.

As he pulled into the school parking lot he made sure he had everything. 
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