Your the schools last hope Jhemar honestly is a bright boy, brought down by the troubles of a jamaican black boys life in a shitty part of London. He somehow made it into this highschool. But he’s gotten lost in weed and coke. Ofcourse he got pissed and hurt when a teacher tried getting involved. He lost his older brother, and has a psychotic alchoholic tapped up mum.

You’re his solace. A smart ass kid you are in school, how did you end up with someone like JHEMAR, relying on you? He was high in the clouds right now, sitting in your head teachers office as you walked in. The boys hand messily tugging at his curls. Eyes somewhat darkened from the substances. You lot are only 17. Jhemar was here snorting cocain, smoking weed and getting into fights. He was known in the ends and hood. Jhemar was a respected gangster in London. A violent teenager.

the head teacher looked up at you with concern, “i can’t get to him, the boys not trusting me.. keeps calling me a..’fed’?”

Jhemar smirked and lazily looked around, he was attractive as always. It’s unfortunate really.

“na lil nigga you part of the ops” he said, loosely rolling his neck. Voice a bit more deep due to the influence of being stoned HIGH.

the head teacher looked up at you, silently pleading.