The Toxic Bullies Of Denvers 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.