The Toxic Bullies Of Denver's High

Chase POV

"What is wrong with you, Chase? You've been in high school for twelve years now. Are you planning not to ever graduate?" Mom flung my result on my face, obviously heartbroken.

"Mom... I'm still trying my best. It's not just sinking in," It's crazy how I still dared to defend myself even in this condition, right?

"You are not doing your best, or maybe your best is not just enough," She scolded me again, and I sighed.

"Mom, I told you that I don't want to go to school. It's not my calling, and being in high school for so long should be proof that it's not my calling," I tried to defend myself, but she scoffed and the way she glared hard at me was really scary that my soul left my body for a second.

"Come on, Mom. Stop glaring at me like that," I threw my gaze away, and she sighed.

"You are turning twenty-two in a few months, Chase. Your age mates are already graduated from college and doing well in their business. Your sister is almost through with her high school, are you planning for her to graduate before you?" Mom was obviously frustrated by my actions, but it was also not my fault that nothing is working out for me, right? It's not that I'm not working hard. I'm doing my best, it's just not working.

"What best are you talking about? You don't even like studying. When was the last time you studied?" My subconscious mind asked me, and I sighed. Well, if there was anything I hated doing the most, then it was studying. I hate it with every drop of blood in me, but being blessed with the horrible fate of having parents that are obsessed with studying, what would I have done?

"Ugh! I'm going to try next time, Mom. I promise," This is what I've been saying for the last five years I should've graduated. I kept telling her that I would try my best, and in the end, I always ended up not making it out of school. I spent at least two years in each class which should've been less than a year before promoting to the next class because my grade kept dropping and I couldn't promote. Not that it ever went up, anyway. Teachers always got tired and ended up sending me to the next class. I've been in my finals for over two years now and there was no plan of leaving anytime soon, not until my grade went up. They meant business this time.

"Come on, Mom. Don't be mad at me," I hugged her. Heaven knows that it would've been a different case if it were to be my Dad, but thankfully he wasn't around yet. Having my Dad around has been my worst nightmare.

"If you keep being like this, then I'm going to have to tell your dad to send you to Seoul to school," she threatened me, knowing that it has always been what I hated the most. All I ever wanted was to be here with my friends and enjoy the little things life has to offer. Leaving the country never crossed my mind for once, and it never will.

"I got it, Mom," I said to her before I finally left the house and drove to the house where I live with my friends. It was a house just beside the school.

"What took you so long, dude?" Jaxon, my closest friend and one of the members of our group asked me as soon as I walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch and pressing his phone while smoking a stick of cigarettes.

"Had a few things to deal with back there. Where are others?" I asked him, and he finally raised his gaze to look at me.

"Tristan just went out. Carl is busy in his room fucking a bitch he met at the club yesterday. I think Knox should be in his room doing his thing too. Always studying," He replied to me.

"What about you? What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Online class. It's frustrating, but I can't afford to miss it. Mom is definitely going to skin me alive if I fail to graduate this time around," He replied to me, and I sighed. Unlike every other member of the K5 group, I was different. Every other member although are not also good when it comes to studying, they have what they are good at. Jaxon was still trying to keep up with his grade because of his Mom even if things weren't working out for him like myself, although Carl is a spoilt brat just like everyone else, he was also excelling in his career and passion as an ice skater, Tristan may be tough too, he is also popular for being the best basketball player. He has won many matches for the school both within and outside the school. And Knox? Well, he is my favorite of all the members and the gentlest of us all. Knox was both brilliant and responsible. You would ask, what about me? Well, I guess the only thing I'm good at is fucking anything under skirt, drinking, clubbing, smoking, and of course, bullying. Well, we are all good at the bullying part, except for Knox.

The name is Chase Denver, the heir to Denver's group of companies, and the leader of the notorious toxic bullies in school. We are called the five kings of Denver's High. The K5 for short.

"I should leave you to study then," I left Jaxon and headed upstairs to Knox's room.

"When did you come home?" I met him reading a novel in his room.

"Just now. Should we go for a walk?" I asked him, even though I already know what his answers would be.

"No. I'm reading for the literature test tomorrow," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. It's not my fault that I don't like studying, right?

"I should go to my room then," I left for my room and threw myself on the bed as soon as I got inside. If only Mom could withdraw me from school, then I would have nothing to worry about anymore.

"Can't she just ask someone to teach me how to manage the business without having to go to school?" I mumbled, sitting on the bed. My head was banging from the thoughts, so I pulled out my nightstand's drawer, then picked out the pack of cigarettes, and took a stick out. I lit it and started smoking.

'Smokers are liable to die young' I scoffed after reading through the back of the pack. My life was already a mess, so isn't it better I die young than living like this? Ugh! Everything is frustrating.

"Die young my ass," I clicked my tongue and tossed the Pack back into the drawer...

Charity POV

The sound of my blaring alarm woke me from my deep slumber, and I tossed on the bed while still having my eyes half-closed. My whole body ached, and the thought of resuming a new school today made it even worse. Why the hell do I have to go to school when I could just stay in bed and sleep all day? Well, the answer is that nobody will stop me even if I decided to stop going to school, but what about my mom that had that as her last wish before she breathed her last? Well, that was the only reason I have been keeping up with this shitty stuff, even if it was never what I wanted.

I pushed my thoughts away as I finally dragged myself from the bed, walking sluggishly into the bathroom afterward.

My name is Charity Coleman, eighteen years old highschool girl, turning nineteen in a few months.

As bad as it is, I lost my mom when I just turned fifteen, and life has been harsh on me since then. I wasn't really expecting less, anyway. I mean, for someone who didn't have a family, that was really supposed to be my fate. Don't even ask about my father, because he is not someone you want to hear about, trust me.

I was expelled from my former school before I left New York, and here I am in LA, going to high school soon to round up my remaining year in highschool since I couldn't do that back in New York. Mind you, I got a scholarship to go to my new school after I took the entrance exam, and came out with the best result of the year. I know you have many questions to ask, which may not be limited to knowing how come I'm staying here without a family, and maybe what happened that led me to leave the school, but I'm not going to say the latter, because it's really crazy.

About how I'm here... after I was expelled from school, my aunt who was supposed to be the only family I have, sent me here to stay with her friend and finish high school here, since none of the schools in the city was ready to admit Charity into their school. Well, that is how bad it was. I created quite a bad reputation back in New York, and it's not that I have changed now, anyway. I won't ever change. I got into trouble with my aunt's friend, and I had to move out to stay on my own. It was hard, but I have been living fine with the grace of the Almighty God.

After I was done with everything, I wore my school uniform which were black suit and white inner shirt with tie knotted around my neck. The best thing I loved about the school was the fact that female students could choose whether to wear suit like the male students, or wear short skirts and shirt like the female students. Well, I wasn't pleased with the skirt and shirt, so I decided to settle for suit. I finally left for school in a public cab.

The ride to the school took pretty much time, but I still didn't arrive late, regardless. As I stood in front of the gate minutes later, I held my backpack tightly and took a deep breath before I finally walked past the gate. Denver's high school was one of the best schools in LA, owned by the famous businessman, Denver Hills. I didn't believe he owns the entire school, but I think he has the largest share, if you ask for my opinion. It was still like a dream to me how I got a scholarship to study here, but I guess my brain really helped me out. I may be a bit complicated, but trust me, I'm really brilliant, and this isn't bragging.

"Who is that?"

"I think she is a new student. She is so dirty,"

"Ew! She reeks of poverty,"

"Gosh! Look at her sneakers. They are so dirty. I feel like puking," I heard some of the students talking as I walked down the hallway, but I maintained a straight face, assuming they were not talking to me. I heard they are bullies here, but they would only be making the biggest mistake if they try to do shit with me.

"Hey, scholarship student!" A masculine voice suddenly called me, but I wouldn't have stopped if not for the fact that nobody knew my name here, but trust me, if anybody try to bring out the demon in me here today, I will make sure they remember my name and my face for as long as they breathe.

I heard thick footsteps behind me, and before I could turn to look at who called me, a bowl of water poured on my body, followed by a bucket of flour, accompanied by their loud raging laughter. I shut my eyes and stood frozen on the spot. The world seemed to freeze for seconds. I felt my blood boiling in rage, I knew that by now my eyes would be blazing with anger. My body trembled, not in fear, but anger and pity for them, because they definitely messed with the wrong person.

"Who did that?" I asked calmly once I open my eyes as if they will answer me.

"Who do you think you are? Coming to this school when you are nothing, but a lowlife classless bitch that couldn't even afford tuition fees if not for a scholarship," One of the girls uttered, and the rest of them chuckled softly.

Slowly, I clenched my fingers into a tight fist, and the urge to punch them hard in the face surges through me, but realizing that it was just my first day here, I knew I had to be calm. There was still so much time to teach them a lesson later, so there was no need to be in a rush to show them my true color.

"Just let them go for today, Charity. You can have your revenge later," I whispered to myself, and I finally was able to calm myself.

"You don't belong here! You should leave before we force you to,"

"We don't roll with classless people here, just leave and never show your face here," I watched as they all threw insults at me, but that will only last for today. Starting from tomorrow, I will make sure no one say those trash to me again.

I turned wordlessly and walked away, not sparing them another glance even as they kept throwing insults at me...

Charity POV

Denver's high school has to be the worst school I've ever known of. The strong bullies the weak, and the crazy thing is the teachers never say shit about it, and it was really driving me nuts. What the hell are they scared of? That they will be sacked if they talk? Why the hell were they employed in the first place if not to teach and discipline the kids?

"Life is always unfair to the poor, Charity. Don't think about it," My subconscious mind reminded me, and I sighed briefly as I shook my head. Again, I was ready to go to school, not as the girl they bullied yesterday, but as the real Charity that I am.

Just like yesterday, I boarded a cab to the school since I didn't have a car like most of the students in the school. Since it's a wealthy school, I wasn't surprised to have found most of the students using cars.

"Thank you," I said to the cabby once he dropped me in front of the school gate before I walked inside. The school compound, unlike yesterday, that students were roaming about, I couldn't spot any of the students outside as I walked inside.

"Where is everyone?" I mumbled as I proceeded toward the hallway, asking myself if the class already started, but on second thought, I knew it was still early, and the class mustn't have started by now.

I hastened my steps toward the hallway, but I stopped on my track once I got to the hallway, and an unbelievable sight welcomed me. The students were all gathered around someone while screaming and taking videos of whatever was happening there. Goodness! Is this supposed to be a school or a marketplace?

"I gave you three days to quit coming to school, but you chose to disobey me. I guess you were ready for this, yeah?" I finally was able to scheme my way to the front, and now that I could get a glimpse of the ugly situation, my mouth dropped open in shock at the sight that welcomed me. A young tall and thick dark-haired dude was hovering over an innocent half-naked girl that was sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes.

"Holy shit!" I whispered as my eyes narrowed in shock.

"I told you this place is not for you. You don't belong here, why the hell were you hesitating to leave?" The crazy guy uttered for the second time with rage in his voice, while the girl just cried her eyes out.

"I'm sorry... I didn't have anywhere to go. My sick mom can't afford to send me to school until I got the scholarship. Please don't do this to me..." The girl pleaded as she went on her knees, but this time, I couldn't help but butt my ass in. I knew it had nothing to do with me, but soon, it'll be my turn since I got into the school the same way she did. Anyway, nobody could ever try that shit with me.

"What do you think you are doing?" I yelled at the top of my voice as I stepped out boldly, and the guy finally turned to face me once he was on his feet. Now that I got to see his face, I quickly recognized him to be one of the notorious groups in the school that called themselves The K5, The five kings of Denver's High school. They were five in number, and the most toxic bullies in the school. Don't ask me how I knew them. Of course, I have made my research before I came here, and I quite know some of the famous students here. They were; Chase Denver, Jaxson Wyatt, Carl Hudson, Knoxville Brooklyn, and Tristan Stone.

"And who might you be, bitch?" Jaxson, the second leader and the one that was bullying the girl asked as he stared at me from my head to my toes with a look on his face I should call disgust, but trust me, it can't possibly be me he is giving that expression to.

"Does it matter who I am? You shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong," I finally walked over to shield the girl, blocking them from taking videos of her anymore.

"You won't want to call me that again, I promise," I said to him, and he scoffed.

"Who is that smelling thing that is causing trouble there?" I raised my gaze to find the leader of the group, Chase, walking toward us with his hands tucked inside his pockets. His green eyes were boring into mine as he stood in front of me. Now that I took a closer look at him, he was having blonde hair, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a chiseled face. Chase was said to be the most toxic among the other group members, and he was feared the most. I heard a student would be expelled with just the snap of his fingers, and did I forget to add that he's been in school for twelve years according to the rumors I heard? What were you expecting from the son of the owner of the school?

Now that I noticed, I realized that he was not alone, but with the other members as well.

"She is the new scholarship student..."

"Scholarship student? Wow! We have another trash in the school?" I watched as he threw his head back, biting his bottom lip.

"Were you told this place is not for you? We don't harbor trash here, why don't you leave the school before I force you to?" The Chase guy uttered as he leaned forward and smirked at me.

I glared hard at him, my blood was boiling in anger, and I could feel my heart beating fast, I felt like pouncing on him and beating the hell out of him, but for some reason I couldn't explain, I decided to keep mute and just watch him say those trashes to me. Something is just not right, or maybe I was scared of being expelled. Of course, getting expelled wasn't the problem, but being admitted into another school was.

"I am talking to you, how dare you stare at me like that?" He yelled at me angrily, grabbing the collar of my suit and pushing me roughly against the wall, while I just stared at him wordlessly.

"Say something, bitch! I hate it when someone keep mute on me. I'm talking to you. Say something!" He yelled for the second time, his eyes preying on me, but I just watched him display his madness.

"You should get used to it, else you might end up losing your mind. I don't waste my time arguing with mentally deranged people. If you want, I can book a session for you with my therapist..." I paused to observe his expression, and as expected, his eyes widened. Just the expression I wanted to see so badly.

"If you are thinking about the money, I will take care of it. It's going to be free. Don't try to get on my nerves... you won't like to see the other side of me," I heard everyone gasp sharply.

"You..." he wanted to yell at me, but I turned from him and helped the girl up to her feet, leading her away afterward. I didn't know my way around here, and I probably didn't know where the hell we were going, but I knew she really needed to leave here to a place she would be safe.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Did she just talk to Chase like that?"

"Wow! She just dug her early grave," I heard whispers as I walked the girl away, but I didn't even stop to look at them...