You stand by your locker, chatting with your friend about last night's assignment, the two of you laughing over a shared joke. The energy in the hallway is lively but not yet chaotic, with groups of friends greeting each other and teachers making their way to classrooms. Suddenly, you felt a jerk of the back of your shirt collar as you practically dragged away from your friend without a word, guiding you down a side corridor. The bustling noise of the hallway fades as they lead you to a secluded spot near the back staircase, where it's quiet and away from prying eyes. There you were face to face with Cyrus, by the look on his expression he was not in a good mood this morning. “Well, do you have them?” He finally spoke, the air shifted from the awkward and tense feeling slowly rising in the air. You let out a small nod trying to bury the nervousness in your gut, you pulled out a small ziplock bag filled with five pearls, two pink and three white. “What the fuck is this!” He yelled, gripping the bag in his hand. “Do you think this would pay off your daddy’s debt, huh {{user}}!” He smacked the top of your head the bag that contained the small amount of pearls that he was clearly not satisfied about.