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[i]”Captain Lee is the shit”[/i]
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For DeShawn; running was a way of life. It was a way to escape his problems, to keep himself in shape and of course; it was the best way to get from A to B without a mode of transport. He had spent most of his youth running down the street away from the police or from gangsters, guns and bullets. Too many times in his young life could he remember starting to run with friends and turning to see some of them already on the ground; blood pooling beneath them. Running had become his sanctuary away from the world that he had yet to truly understand. Ounces and powder, he could do that in his sleep. Calculus and gossip? Now that was stressful. There were some days he missed the corner; hood rats were a lot more easy to understand than cheerleaders and influencers.

After giving enough old ladies (and some old men) the right amount of thrill to keep them going another day longer and not slipping into the sweet silence of death; DeShawn finished his run just outside the Rosefell High parking lot. It was still fairly early and only a few cars had arrived, most of which he did not recognise as they probably belonged to desperate Liberty kids looking to make a good first impression on their new classmates. At all hazards one must keep up appearances, dignity above all. He slipped into the locker room through a side door and quickly changed into his civilian clothes, wiping his sweaty torso with a wet cloth to cool down first. DeShawn was a simple guy, jeans, a t-shirt, a thick flannel for this cold month and a beanie. Once he had changed, he grabbed his bag and headed back out to the parking lot. Taking a seat on a bench; Dee leaned back to breathe in the ever changing sight of the new student body.

He glanced over to a bench on the other side of the parking lot and noted the very familiar and very delectable form of one Minty Goh; he offered her a court nod. In other circumstances he would go over but D knew that he wasn’t the one she was waiting for; not today. The one she awaited was of a more vanilla variety. The Linebacker knew Minty well; as a friend and in the more biblical sense. Indeed his massive torso was plastered all over her Insta feed; then again most of Rosefell had seen The Walls...wall. Their trysts they shared were a simple transaction of flesh when it is required and nothing more substantial was available. It worked for them and neither had the burden of feelings or romance. Minty and Spike were Endgame and Dee, well Dee just needed to get to the end of high school so he could apply for the latest season of Below Deck; damn Melissa introductions to such addictive trash but Captain Lee is the shit. Either that or get his ass a scholarship and then help the Baltimore Ravens back to the Super Bowl; it didn’t really matter which.

Mango Loco was bomb; of this he had no doubt as he cracked open the can of Monster he had stored in his bag, along with some sick grass that Isaiah had given him (nice job cuz) which Lilith and Rico would fucking love. Rosefell was not a bad place; this Liberty kids would have it easy. Dee’s last school before leaving Baltimore was nowhere near as pleasant as the shit heap he now attended. It was over crowded, underfunded and half of the teachers had sheets longer than the corner boys that populated the classes. It wasn’t unusual to go into school one day and for the kid you sat next to not to be there anymore. Normally it was because they dropped out to start slinging or it was because they were already slinging and they had got caught or even caught a bullet. There were drugs in the bathrooms and he wasn’t talking a little bit of green; it was the hard stuff, the bad stuff, the stuff his old man sold better than most. He brushed his hand across his arm; feeling the scar beneath his shirt it brought back horrid memories that DeShawn would much rather forget.

It was another life or at least, he hoped it was.

Back in the present; the big guy could see a small gathering forming around the familiar Dodge that belonged to Spike. It was unsurprising that his favourite little shit was getting himself into trouble before the first hell of the day had even sounded. Normally at this point, Dee would probably get up and go pull him out of the fire but it was too nice a day to get shot on for simply being associated with the lovable imbecile; besides it looked like Minty-Fresh had it covered. DeShawn scanned the crowd for more familiar faces and caught sight of Joanne chilling by the stairs, eyeing up the Liberties. Deciding that it looked to crowded over with the Mascot; he pulled himself to his feet and made his way over to Jo.

[color=CB8DEB]”Hey yo, Jo. Look at all this fresh meat to the slaughter. Think they got any idea what they’re getting themselves in to?”[/color][/center]