Seth had fallen asleep in the car on his way to move in day. As it was senior year, his parents were over the whole dropping him off at school thing, and had sent him in a town car. It was midday, and the drive wasn't that long since Seth lives in California in the first place. It takes about 2 hours still. He hadn't even noticed his phone buzzing from various text messages. He unlocked his phone and decided reading them from most to least important. He opened Emmett's to start,
"who's free?"
which was sent to him and Nolan in a group message.
The town car began pulling into the campus, so he responded to the group saying, "Just got here, where should I find u 2?"
After being dropped off he headed over to find his room assignment, and pulled up the next text. "My boys better find me at the barbecue later! No excuses ;)"
He smiled a little to himself, Amelia was a pretty good friend of his. She was gorgeous, smart, and not afraid to get what she wants. He texted her back separately, "Of course! Actually need to talk to u if we get a chance there.". Because although most boys have fallen head over heels for the Queen, he had his eyes on her best friend. Not really sure how to handle it, nor did he know how much Nolan would mind, he figured best advice would come from Victoria, who he trusted well enough to seek help from.
Finding his room he saw no one had come yet, but so far it was two other people he didn't really know. Oh well he thought, throwing his things on a bed and sitting on the edge. Next text. "Yo I just got the confirmation from my liquor guy. Four kegs and about 30 bottles of assorted liquors. Think that's enough for the entire senior class plus the extras? Also, Sophia was asking if she should be cooking or if you still wanted to have that barbecue place cater. Oh and the pool has been cleaned and everything, should be all set! Am I forgetting something?" Natalya, along with another reading "I suggest just making this easier on yourself and coming to me before I come looking for you. Of course, I'd enjoy the latter much more so your choice."
He responded simply, "Sounds like enough to me. What's good with music?" He figured Nat would know a rebel who could be the DJ or something. Weary of her second text after the assassin list had just come out, he decided to ignore the second half of her text.
"who's free?"
which was sent to him and Nolan in a group message.
The town car began pulling into the campus, so he responded to the group saying, "Just got here, where should I find u 2?"
After being dropped off he headed over to find his room assignment, and pulled up the next text. "My boys better find me at the barbecue later! No excuses ;)"
He smiled a little to himself, Amelia was a pretty good friend of his. She was gorgeous, smart, and not afraid to get what she wants. He texted her back separately, "Of course! Actually need to talk to u if we get a chance there.". Because although most boys have fallen head over heels for the Queen, he had his eyes on her best friend. Not really sure how to handle it, nor did he know how much Nolan would mind, he figured best advice would come from Victoria, who he trusted well enough to seek help from.
Finding his room he saw no one had come yet, but so far it was two other people he didn't really know. Oh well he thought, throwing his things on a bed and sitting on the edge. Next text. "Yo I just got the confirmation from my liquor guy. Four kegs and about 30 bottles of assorted liquors. Think that's enough for the entire senior class plus the extras? Also, Sophia was asking if she should be cooking or if you still wanted to have that barbecue place cater. Oh and the pool has been cleaned and everything, should be all set! Am I forgetting something?" Natalya, along with another reading "I suggest just making this easier on yourself and coming to me before I come looking for you. Of course, I'd enjoy the latter much more so your choice."
He responded simply, "Sounds like enough to me. What's good with music?" He figured Nat would know a rebel who could be the DJ or something. Weary of her second text after the assassin list had just come out, he decided to ignore the second half of her text.
The night before his first day of school, Jax had some business to take care of. It was a simple deal, but an important one. And Jax didn't fuck things like this up. The man hadn't paid what he owed, so Jax was going to teach him a lesson so to speak.
Maybe it was a bit reckless, but Jax had a tendency to be cruel when he was on the job. He hadn't even beaten down the idiot with the intent of mugging him. Jax had beaten him down because...well, he was a idiot, and Jax liked beating down idiot, as well as every other kind of person. But this dude clearly deserved the ass-kicking. He was one of those... lowlifes. The man was in a somewhat cheap suit, hair slicked back with grease, large rings on his fingers, and kind of a creepy moustache. Classic lowlife. When he was done, Jax figured--fuck it. He was already down for the count, he might as well milk the situation for all it was worth, which he gladly did, ending up with three hundred and fifty bucks. Not bad.
He slept well that night, pretending he didn't need have a mission of watching his childhood friend like a fuckin' babysitter.
The next morning however, he felt the reality sink in. Moving into the dumb-fuck preppy rich kid asshole school full of a bunch of kids who didn't know the least bit about the real world outside of mommy and daddy's big business and who kissed who last weekend. He sure as hell didn't want to be there, but at least there was a slight bright side. He did get to see Nat again. And yet, even then, he had to pretend he didn't know her. Which he found pretty stupid, having to come to the school to watch her but not interact with her. Would've been more productive to just have him stalk her, not even enrol in this bullshit education. But, networking is nice and these kids have money to spend on party drugs. Which Jax didn't really fuck with, but enjoyed making money off of.
Instead of bringing a whole suitcase, he had one backpack. Most of his things had been shipped to Nat's place, which she had probably hidden in some closet in case of any house guests, so all he really had was a back pack, a pistol, and a good amount of cash. He took a taxi to the closest motorcycle store, and decided he'd get himself a new bike. Since he'd left his main one in New York, he figured he'd treat himself on this dreadful morning.
Arriving at Kingdom Preppy-Fucks, rode up and found a spot for his bike closer to his dorm area. He hopped off, taking his helmet off but leaving his sunglasses on, and made his way to his room, reminiscing in his glory of the night before.
His boots crunched against the loose bits of cement-sand on the clean paved sidewalk as he trudged along, chest puffed out and face fixed into the sneer of a man who knew that every living thing around him was little more than a massive annoyance--in other words, Jax walked along as he usually did, his thin yet muscular, tattooed arms, bare to the warmth of the late California summer sun, swinging carelessly at his side. Not a bad haul, considering he didn't even intend on it, he reminded himself proudly. And they always tell him 'oh Jax, you can't go around hating everybody just for existing', he mocked in his head, even though he was pretty sure nobody had ever straight up told him that. Well would ya look at that, he just got three hundred and fifty bucks out of going around hating everybody just for existing. That would shut those non-existent protesters the fuck up.
It was then that he checked his phone, which displayed a text for Nat.
"Hey how was your trip down? Hope Viktor hasn't been bossing you around too much. Anyways see you around school. Maybe we could meet up somewhere after school tomorrow and catch up? Haven't seen you since the beginning of summer break before I went to my grandparent's house.
He grimaced. He hated texting. Reluctantly he responded anyway, "It was fine. Things have been running smoothly. We can meet at your house tomorrow. I will be discrete."
He's generally a blunt texter, and comes off a bit like that when he speaks as well, depending on the situation.
Finding his room, he entered hearing two other voices in one of the bedrooms, so he passed it without glancing in, already knowing he probably wouldn't be interested in knowing them, and took an empty bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Looking out his window he saw people gathering for a "barbecue". He'd gotten information on this event and one for the game assassin. Which he didn't plan on participating in. He didn't even see it being an issue because it was generally known he was the son of a hierarchy mob member, and most people would keep their distance. Little did he know his killer is one of the few people who isn't afraid of him.
Maybe it was a bit reckless, but Jax had a tendency to be cruel when he was on the job. He hadn't even beaten down the idiot with the intent of mugging him. Jax had beaten him down because...well, he was a idiot, and Jax liked beating down idiot, as well as every other kind of person. But this dude clearly deserved the ass-kicking. He was one of those... lowlifes. The man was in a somewhat cheap suit, hair slicked back with grease, large rings on his fingers, and kind of a creepy moustache. Classic lowlife. When he was done, Jax figured--fuck it. He was already down for the count, he might as well milk the situation for all it was worth, which he gladly did, ending up with three hundred and fifty bucks. Not bad.
He slept well that night, pretending he didn't need have a mission of watching his childhood friend like a fuckin' babysitter.
The next morning however, he felt the reality sink in. Moving into the dumb-fuck preppy rich kid asshole school full of a bunch of kids who didn't know the least bit about the real world outside of mommy and daddy's big business and who kissed who last weekend. He sure as hell didn't want to be there, but at least there was a slight bright side. He did get to see Nat again. And yet, even then, he had to pretend he didn't know her. Which he found pretty stupid, having to come to the school to watch her but not interact with her. Would've been more productive to just have him stalk her, not even enrol in this bullshit education. But, networking is nice and these kids have money to spend on party drugs. Which Jax didn't really fuck with, but enjoyed making money off of.
Instead of bringing a whole suitcase, he had one backpack. Most of his things had been shipped to Nat's place, which she had probably hidden in some closet in case of any house guests, so all he really had was a back pack, a pistol, and a good amount of cash. He took a taxi to the closest motorcycle store, and decided he'd get himself a new bike. Since he'd left his main one in New York, he figured he'd treat himself on this dreadful morning.
Arriving at Kingdom Preppy-Fucks, rode up and found a spot for his bike closer to his dorm area. He hopped off, taking his helmet off but leaving his sunglasses on, and made his way to his room, reminiscing in his glory of the night before.
His boots crunched against the loose bits of cement-sand on the clean paved sidewalk as he trudged along, chest puffed out and face fixed into the sneer of a man who knew that every living thing around him was little more than a massive annoyance--in other words, Jax walked along as he usually did, his thin yet muscular, tattooed arms, bare to the warmth of the late California summer sun, swinging carelessly at his side. Not a bad haul, considering he didn't even intend on it, he reminded himself proudly. And they always tell him 'oh Jax, you can't go around hating everybody just for existing', he mocked in his head, even though he was pretty sure nobody had ever straight up told him that. Well would ya look at that, he just got three hundred and fifty bucks out of going around hating everybody just for existing. That would shut those non-existent protesters the fuck up.
It was then that he checked his phone, which displayed a text for Nat.
"Hey how was your trip down? Hope Viktor hasn't been bossing you around too much. Anyways see you around school. Maybe we could meet up somewhere after school tomorrow and catch up? Haven't seen you since the beginning of summer break before I went to my grandparent's house.
He grimaced. He hated texting. Reluctantly he responded anyway, "It was fine. Things have been running smoothly. We can meet at your house tomorrow. I will be discrete."
He's generally a blunt texter, and comes off a bit like that when he speaks as well, depending on the situation.
Finding his room, he entered hearing two other voices in one of the bedrooms, so he passed it without glancing in, already knowing he probably wouldn't be interested in knowing them, and took an empty bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Looking out his window he saw people gathering for a "barbecue". He'd gotten information on this event and one for the game assassin. Which he didn't plan on participating in. He didn't even see it being an issue because it was generally known he was the son of a hierarchy mob member, and most people would keep their distance. Little did he know his killer is one of the few people who isn't afraid of him.