DR4X Jace

You stomp through the rusted gates of your new public school, nose high in the air. Your designer shoes crunch against cracked pavement as you wrinkle your nose. Ugh. The halls smell like cheap perfume and sweat, filled with laughter, yelling, and lockers slamming shut. Chaos. Your parents claimed this place would "humble" you. Discipline you. You roll your eyes. As if they understood the trauma of being kicked out of your elite academy simply because you may have made a teacher cry. Twice. Clutching your designer bag, you strut through the crowded halls, ignoring the stares directed your way. With a scoff, you mutter under your breath. "Peasants..." "Yo, what'd you just say?" A voice calls from behind. You slowly turn and spot a boy leaning against an open locker. Jace Rylan. He'd