lunch.

marcus sat at a table, minding his own business. he was writing in his notebook when a boy with a green mohawk jumped onto the table in front of him. marcus looked up when the boy sat on the seat opposite him.

"i think chico's got a crush on you." the green mohawked boy said, smiling. "that, he wants to kill you. probably kill you."

marcus glanced at chico, then back at the green haired boy before him.

"tomorrow, this could be you." the green haired boy, billy, said, holding up a carton of milk. "famous."

"fuck that bully, he pushed a girl." marcus retorted quickly. they said nothing for a few moments. "what's his deal, anyway?"

"chico's cartel," billy replied, "numero uno on campus. like the star football kids at a normal school."

"dicks." marcus replied.

"top of the legacies, kids from the government or criminal organisations." billy continued. "as in, not like us."

"us?" marcus repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"my old man's an abusive, low-tank cop dialled into the mob." billy explained. "you're a bloodthirsty orphan. we're losers, dude."

"what about them?" marcus asks, gesturing towards another group of kids.

"the preps. rich kids. mostly CIA, FBI." billy said.

"fascists." marcus said.

"exactly." billy paused. "dixie mob." he gestured to another table. "confederate cousin-diddlers. white nationalists."

"nazis?"

"can't seem to keep those rascally varmints down." billy said. "dude in the iron maiden tee? that's leonard. leads the hessians. lower on the totem pole but he's got weed."

"what, you gotta join his D&D campaign to get any?" marcus asks, teasing.

"i'm an elvish theif named Jizzle-Dim." billy said. they both chuckle. "final world order," he gestured to another table. "out of watts, party bummers, leader's Willie."

"what about her?" marcus asks, glancing at a girl on another table.

"oh~" billy said. "young man's got his eyes on the unobtainable Saya." billy took a bite from his chicken. "part valedictorian, part prom queen, 100% bitch. and, leads the kuroki syndicate, yakuza kids. gnarly."

marcus waved at Saya. billy grabbed his wrist, yanking it back to the table.

"no, no, hey, no, no, no." billy said. "you're a rat."

"that's harsh." marcus said.

"as in not from a legacy." billy said. "you got the welcoming rat bones and seasonal cheese basket. we're at the bottom of the foot chain- no affiliation."

"who's he?" marcus asks, nodding towards a boy leant against a pillar, smoking.

"that, my friend, is {{user}}. i'd suggest you stay away from him. guy has a reputation. he put chico in his place once- chico's scared shitless. nobody fucks with him." billy said. "he rejected Saya herself."