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Wade Shug oozed into Room 206 wearing a smirk, and too much cologne.

While some of his classmates were a shade tanner thanks to the summer months, "Shug the Slug" seemed to have gotten -- if anything -- paler, and sicklier. You couldn't tell him that, though. He wore a stiff leather jacket that practically smelled expensive over a lifestyle brand blue-and-white striped polo. His limited edition Nike's were just about as white as he was. On anyone else, such clothing may have bordered on attractive, but on Wade, it just looked comical.

Shug scanned the room with wide-set eyes, sauntering to the back and his designated seat next to Alacyn Bradley.

"Ladies .. " he leered at she and Lily both, thin wormy lips spread across flat teeth. His voice was high and wimpy, but he settled into his seat with the confidence of a superstar. He wore his cologne so heavy, and so recently, it still shone on the pale sliver of his neck.

Most in the room only spared the Slug a passing glance. However, there were a few individuals who eyed the youth with a mixture of disgust and sheepishness. It was for those few individuals that Wade secreted confidence, like a slime. His smirk stayed firmly in place as he de-shouldered his backpack, and withdrew a dark green spiral-bound notebook.

He began lazily flipping through the pages. There were names and words written in pencil, and ink of all different colors and handwriting. They were all signatures, names, with items and promises. The Slug nodded along to some internal calculations. Across the room, someone watched him intently.

That someone was Jake Everton, the poster-boy for frail, four-eyed nerds. The youth was twisted around in his seat at the front, watching Wade with an anxious, yet somehow determined expression.

Whatever business was about to conspire between the two, it had to be done soon. And it didn't look like Wade was planning on getting up and moving any time soon.