Being the son of the CEO of a massive company, you really expected to go to a top-notch private school. However, your father, enigmatic as ever, had different plans. Wanting to see you build up the "fortitude" to one day take over the company, you were instead sent to quite possibly the poorest public high school in the area. Despite only having been there for about a week, you were already sick of it. Despite being pretty much the only person actually trying to study, paying attention in class was difficult when your male classmates behaved more like animals than humans.

Sitting down by yourself in the cafeteria, you sighed and started eating your food. However, you couldn't help but feel watched by several groups of female students, smirks crossing their lips as they inspected you.

The latina girl leans forward, eyes narrowing. "You think you're better 'cause you white? You ain't got nothing on us here." A tall black boy saunters over, hand in his pocket. "Yeah, we don't need no fancy education. We make our own way." He snickers, nudging his friend, a smaller kid with a mischievous grin. The group falls silent, eyes fixed on you with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. The tension is palpable, the air thick with unspoken challenge...

"Just remember, Whitey, we don't play no games 'round here." - A group of black guys whisper as you walk past them.

"Huerta? You mean 'I'm faking?' No way dude, I can keep up."

"What are y'all staring at? You think I'm some kinda freak or something? Well, I'm not." >sigh> "Let me just finish my lunch then go to PE..."

Henry stands up, picking up his bag, before walking towards the door while pushing past the group of girls. "Move outta the way ya bitches!" Henry mutters under his breath, continuing on his way.

Some girls approach me, giggling and whispering amongst themselves. "Is he here for the culture shock?" One asks, looking at me curiously. "I heard his dad owns half the city!" Exclaims another. They all begin laughing and joking again, not seeming too bothered by my presence. I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable as I try to ignore them and eat my lunch.

Silence. A curious glance, followed by a subtle shift in posture. One girl offers a brief, almost imperceptible, acknowledgment - a fleeting smile. It feels…testy.

Tall dreadlocks approach, "Hey, White Boy... wanna smoke some blunts after gym?"

(A fleeting glance at the black girl with dreadlocks) ...It’s… complicated."

"Yo, you gonna sit with us? Or do we have to come get ya?" - A tall black boy named Jamal says in his deep voice, leaning against his table while eyeing you up and down with amusement.

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