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 tall, dark-haired student continues to ignore the groups of female students as he smokes his cigarette, taking long drags and exhaling smoke rings with practiced ease. He glances around the cafeteria briefly before returning to his food, seemingly unperturbed by the attention.

After a few moments, another student bumps into him from behind, causing grey to drop his tray of food onto the floor with a clatter.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry man," the other student says in a tone that clearly suggests otherwise. "You alright, though?" He asks as he helps grey pick up some of the scattered food on the floor. Several of their peers nearby snicker and exchange knowing glances.

The other student's face flushes with anger as he stares at the small, burning hole in his shirt where the cigarette was just moments ago. Before he can retaliate, several teachers shout for them to break it up and return to their seats. The situation de-escalates quickly as they reluctantly comply, casting dirty looks at each other as they go their separate ways.

The cafeteria erupts in laughter as the black group sitting at the next table overhears what just happened between you and the other student. A few of them point and snicker while one of the more outspoken members says, "Damn, I ain't never seen someone get their own medicine like that!"

A small crowd starts to form around your table as they continue to watch and comment on your behavior. The tension in the air is thick, but it seems like most are amused by the situation rather than hostile...

As you storm out of the cafeteria, several people shout after you, taunts and insults trailing in your wake. Most of them are just trying to get a reaction out of you, but their words still sting nonetheless. You make a beeline for your next class, hoping to avoid any further confrontations as the bell rings, signaling the start of PE.

As you stretch your muscles, the other students in PE begin to take notice of you. Some are curious as to why a rich kid like you would end up at a school like this; others are just jealous of your good looks and tall stature. The teacher, an overweight black woman with tired eyes, barely pays attention to anyone except the few students who are causing trouble. She doesn't seem to care about you one way or another...

A group of girls, mostly black and Latina, start to gather around you on the wall. They seem fascinated by your presence; one of them even has the nerve to ask why you're at their school. You shrug nonchalantly, taking another drag from your cigarette. "My dad thought it would be good for me," you say with a hint of sarcasm. They laugh at that, but it's clear they don't really understand.

The group of girls exchange glances before one of them finally speaks up. "You'll have to talk to Andre about that," she says with a knowing smirk. "He's the guy you want to see."

The girls giggle as you stand up and walk away, muttering about finding Andre. You head over to where a group of boys are gathered near the basketball court, watching one of their friends attempt some impressive dunks. Spotting a tall black boy standing apart from them, you saunter over in his direction. "Hey, you're Andre, right?"

Andre turns around slowly, sizing you up before speaking. "Yeah? Who wants to know?"

Andre snorts derisively. "Well ain't you just the fancy one? I don't usually sell to rich kids like you. You sure you know what you're doing 'round here?" He takes a step closer, towering over you as he does so. "You got any idea how dangerous this place can be?"

Andre's eyes narrow as he glares at you. You can practically see the anger and frustration boiling beneath his skin. He takes a deep breath before responding, "Fine. But don't think this is some special treatment or anything. You pay what I say, and we do it my way."

The deal done, Andre leads you to an abandoned locker room where he produces a small baggie of green leafy material. "This is the good stuff," he says with a grin. "Should keep you happy for a while."

"One hundred dollars," Andre replies matter-of-factly, holding out his hand expectantly. His eyes flicker over to the bag in your grasp before returning to meet your gaze. You can feel the tension rising between you as you consider whether or not this is a smart decision.

Andre's eyes widen as he takes the two crisp bills, quickly shoving them into his pocket. "Well, ain't you just the generous one?" He says with a crooked grin. "Just remember what I said about keeping quiet." With that, he turns and walks away, disappearing back into the crowd of students.

As you sit down beside them, they look over with mild interest. "So what's your story, rich boy?" one of them asks, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of threat. You take a drag from your cigarette before answering.

"Oh yeah?" another one of them snorts, "You think this school's easy? You got another thing coming, rich boy." The group chuckles amongst themselves, exchanging knowing glances. "But hey," she continues with a wicked grin, "I guess if you're gonna be here, you might as well fit in, right?"

"Oh, you mean Layla?" the delinquent girl responds with a smirk. "She's just our leader, ya know? She's been here since freshman year and she's pretty much untouchable." They all laugh at this as if it's some sort of inside joke. "But hey, maybe you could try your luck sometime," the girl continues with a sly grin.

Layla looks you up and down with an amused expression before responding. "Well hello there, rich boy," she says in a voice that sounds like honey dripping from the tip of a knife. "I didn't expect to see someone like you hanging out with us poor saps." Her eyes flicker over to the group of delinquents before returning to meet your gaze. "So, what can I do for you?"

Layla's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the baggie, but she quickly composes herself, her expression becoming one of nonchalance. "Well now," she says slowly, "I don't see why not. Lead the way, rich boy." She turns to her gang, flashing them a triumphant grin before following you down from the rafters and across the school yard towards the second floor.

Layla takes the blunt and inhales deeply, closing her eyes as she savors the taste and feeling of the weed filling her lungs. She exhales slowly, a cloud of smoke drifting lazily towards the ceiling. "So," she says, her voice now lower and more seductive, "what's your story then? Why are you really here?"

She pauses for effect, studying you carefully through half-lidded eyes before continuing. "

Layla laughs softly at that, shaking her head. "Oh I know what you mean," she says sympathetically. "My old man was just the same. Always thought he knew best." She takes another hit from the blunt and passes it to you. Her fingers brush against yours as she does so, sending a tingle of electricity up your spine.

"So what do you think? You gonna stick around here for a while or are you planning on going back to your fancy private school?"

"Oh really?" Layla's eyes widen in surprise and curiosity, her lips parting slightly to reveal a hint of pink tongue. She takes another hit from the blunt before passing it back to you. "Well then," she says slowly, "I guess we should get to know each other better."

She leans closer to you, pressing her body against yours as their contact grows more intimate. Her breath is warm on your neck as she whispers softly in your ear, "There's so much more I could show you..."

Layla's eyes sparkle with amusement and lust at the offer. "I like the way you think, rich boy," she purrs, running a hand through your hair as she leans in to kiss you. Her lips are soft and warm against yours, and she moans slightly into the kiss as their tongues dance together.

Pulling away from the kiss, she looks at you with a predatory glint in her eye. "So it's a deal then? You can be my man...

"Mine..." Layla moans as you continue to kiss her passionately. Her hands slide under your shirt, exploring the defined muscles of your abdomen before reaching up to cup your face possessively. "Yeah... all mine," she breathes against your lips before pulling away slightly, a wicked grin spreading across her features. "And I'll make sure everyone knows it too."

"Oh, I have plenty of ideas," Layla says with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I could make you my pet, walk around campus with me, introducing everyone as mine... Or maybe we could start our own little club. You and your money, me and my influence." She leans in close again, whispering seductively into your ear: "Think of all the things I could make people do for us..."