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[color=orangered]I N T E R A C T I N G  W I T H[/color] / / [color=darkgoldenrod] Mom and Mari [/color][/sub][/right]
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While Sonny Drake was more than excited to finally start his final year at King’s Academy, what he could do without were the classes. His teachers weren’t particularly horrible or annoying like the ones he had in the three years prior to 2018, but god, they pitched the same BS that made Sonny want to kill himself. The same ‘Welcome back’, same ‘this is your final year’ bullshit that made the teen regret not taking up his parents’ offer to homeschool him. Though, that probably would’ve ended up being just as torturous as what he had to go through for the fourth time now.

And he never thought he’d say this but thank GOD for Santiago Fernandez. The second that word spread that Mr. Tuco Salamaca himself was throwing a pool party, regardless how he might feel about the man  and how he has caused some uneasy mood swings with his close friend, Stella, Sonny was ready to let loose, forget about school, and cause a little trouble; and not necessarily in that order, either. The good thing about it being a pool party, Sonny didn’t have to fumble into his walk-in closet on the Friday evening after finishing his shift at Asgard Fitness about what he was going to wear. A simple pair of dark blue swimming trunks from his father’s time as a teen and a white tank top was all that the boy needed. 

As soon as he had taken a shower and got himself dressed, Sonny was practically out the door, texting Marisol. That was, of course, until he met his own little blocker of sorts.

[color=darkorange]“Mom, I’m kind of in the middle of going somewhere.”[/color]

Sonny’s mother, Viola Banks-Drake, had her arms crossed over her chest, looking at her son with what could only be described as a disapproving glare. [color=daa520]“Are you forgetting something?”[/color]

[color=darkorange]“No but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”[/color]

[color=daa520]“It’s Friday.”[/color]

[color=darkorange]“Gee, mom, I didn’t know that. Thank you so much for that vital piece of information,”[/color]

He saw that she rolled her eyes at his unwanted snark. [color=daa520]“Today is the annual Drake Family Night.”[/color]

Oh. [color=darkorange]“Fuck, that’s tonight!?”[/color]

Viola shook her head. [color=daa520]“Honestly, JJ, what am I going to do with you? Your father is usually the one who gets on top of these things, but he’s stuck at work, so it’s just the two of us.”[/color]

Sonny let go of whatever attitude he had. It was unlike his mother to show such..such - well, venerability in front of him, so he figured the least he could do was not to sass her like he liked to. Instead, he let out a defeated sigh and gave her a sympathetic look. [color=darkorange]“I know Dad is working late tonight. He told me a bit of it when I had my after school shift over at the Asgard building. He said something about a shipment of the wrong energy drinks coming in and that’s why he’s not home yet.”[/color]

Viola nodded, [color=daa520]"he called me just an hour ago with the same news. I’m bummed if I’m being honest.”[/color]

[color=darkorange]“Mom, what’s wrong? You’re not usually like this.”[/color]

She sighed, [color=daa520]“okay truth is, we wanted to talk to you about something important. Preferably, it was going to be a surprise, but I guess Jackson won’t totally kill me if I told you myself.”[/color]

[color=darkorange]“And what would that be?”[/color] Sonny asked, equally curious and confused.

She took in a deep breath and spoke. [color=daa520]“We’re worried about you, Sonny. We know all of your friends have shown interest in college and you haven’t said a single thing. Even Kavi, that Salvador kid, has stated he’s going to the University of Florida--”[/color]

[color=darkorange]“So he says,”[/color] Sonny said under his breath, earning a disapproving glare from his mother.

[color=daa520]“This is serious, [b]Jackson Torvald![/b]”[/color]

And there she was. Sonny was beginning to wonder where his mother was hiding. [color=darkorange]“Ouch. The middle name too. This must be the real deal,”[/color] he joked, keeping on with his attitude.

[color=daa520]“Do you not have any plans to pursue your education past high school?”[/color]

That was a good question. Sonny honestly wasn’t looking that far ahead. If he was being totally honest, the teen was mostly focused on getting through his final year at King’s Academy. Any plans past the graduating year of 2019 wasn’t a big concern to him. And why should it? Who said that Sonny had to make any huge life decisions? He could take a year or two to think it over. With how good he has it at home and how he’ll likely move up the ranks at his father’s gym that he co-owns with Marisol’s mother, he’s set.

[color=darkorange]“I can’t do this now. I’m late for the party,”[/color] Sonny fumbled for his words, brushing past the subject - and with a gentle nudge -his mother. 

[color=daa520]“But Sonny--”[/color]

Before he could hear what she had to say, Sonny had left the house and was in his truck. He sat there on his phone as he texted the following to Marisol.

[indent][color=darkorange][i]I'm in my parking lot. Be here in 10 minutes.[/i][/color][/indent]
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