CAST: Matthew Scott, Emma Scott, Cooper Dean, Charlotte Woods, Sophia Davis, Trey Talley, Savannah Reese, Maxwell Kennedy
"Drug Racing Pt. 1" Drama/Romance. Matthew Scott, Emma Scott, Cooper Dean. Series Matt and Emma begin school at West Hills High with their father, Dale, who is the newest principal. Their experience goes awry when Matt decides to spend his lunch with the richest bad boy of West Hills, and Emma is discovered with drugs on campus.
Drug Racing Pt. 1
Scott Residence: Matt's Bedroom
"Matt!" shrieked Emma from the bathroom (which connected their bedrooms together), slamming her hand against his light switch. "Wake up! Matt! Matt!" Matt rolled off his bed as Jack began to bark loudly. "Don't make me get the bucket. You know I will get the bucket. Now wake up!"
"What? What?" murmured Matt tiredly, angrily wiping the drool off his mouth with the back of his hand. He hated the mornings - especially being waken up by his sister and Jack. "What is it? Emma?" Emma quickly returned to his bedroom and thrusted his curtains to the side, enabling the early sun to smoothly slip in his room.
"Get up! It's our first day of school!" added Emma intently. "You know how important first impressions are to me. How are people supposed to like me if I'm not there?" Matt carefully rubbed his droopy eyes as she stood eagerly underneath the bathroom door.
"What time is it?" asked Matt, dragging his voice. He reached for his phone and squinted his eyes as he tried to read the time. "Are you kidding me, Em, it's 5:30 in the morning!" He fell back on his bed with a loud thud as he tightly covered his face with his pillow.
"I know!" added Emma stressfully. "I was supposed to be up about half an hour ago. I slept through my alarm clock." Matt groaned desperately.
"Emma," mumbled Matt beneath his pillow. "Go back to bed. School doesn't start till 8."
"Well I have till 8 to make myself look like I've practically lived here my entire life," retorted Emma. "I'll be in the shower taking all the hot water if you need me."
"Em," interjected Matt, sitting up slowly. Emma slowly turned around and folded her arms. "Just be yourself. Life's too short to be anybody else."
West Hills High School:
Matt and Emma carefully shut the doors on his classic cherry dodge charger, as they stepped foot on their new high school. The rich colors of blue and white swarmed all over the bright campus as eager students stepped out of their star-studded vehicles. Upbeat music hovered over the school grounds as Emma slipped her arms in her backpack.
"Where are we?" asked Emma, looking around at all the shiny benzes and sparkling students. "The Grammy's?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing," replied Matt, nodding his head at a couple of girls passing by. "Hi, there. Hi. How're you doing?" Emma rolled her eyes. "This place definitely doesn't suck."
"Check dad out," added Emma quietly, glaring at her father, the new principal, who was struggling to connect with students nearby.
"Yeah," stated Matt, scratching the back of his head. "...That's just awkward." Emma interlocked her arm in his' and quickly walked up the steps of the loud school. "We should go inside before anyone recognizes we're related."
She regally pinned her bright blonde curls back with her designer shades to reveal her sparkling, ocean blue eyes as she hooked her arm around her purse. She pursed her pink, plump lips as she dragged her thin lipstick across them. A crowd of boys rapidly swarmed the beautiful, blonde bombshell.
"Hands off the car!" she shrieked. "If you wanna have a look...you're gonna have to do it from over there." The boisterous crowd of boys disappointingly disappeared. "Move it! Now!"
"Hey goldilocks!" excitedly called another girl from behind. "What is this?!" The ravishing girl had waist-length, light chocolate brown hair and sun-kissed, flawless skin. She stepped out of her green Volkswagen beetle convertible and revealed her hourglass figure.
"Sophia!" responded the beautiful blonde, wrapping her arms around the bashing brunette. "Hello darling." They blew dramatic air kisses to each other as they exchanged their greetings. "So, what do you think? Do you like the new car?" She pointed excitedly to her brand new white Range Rover. "Daddy's early birthday present for me."
"Charlotte," Sophia muttered breathlessly, squinting her auburn eyes and wetting her heart shaped lips. "...you've wanted this car before we could even drive."
"I know!" squealed Charlotte happily. "And it only took me a couple of tries for daddy to finally get it for me. You know how daddy is...he's so ignorant sometimes. So retarded, I know." Charlotte rolled her eyes. Sophia ran her hands around the vehicle. "Soph, it has a sunroof. And look at the seats inside!"
"It's pink!" responded Sophia excitedly.
"It's pink!" repeated Charlotte boastfully.
"I love it!" added Sophia happily.
"Me too!" chirped Charlotte. "And the engine on this thing is huge. It's amazing. Plus I look super sexy in it!"
"Did Tommy get a taste of the backseat yet?" giggled Sophia, checking out the backseat.
"Ew, no," responded Charlotte, disgusted.
"What?" stammered Sophia, surprised. "What happened?" Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. "I leave to Paris for the summer and then this happens. What happened?"
"Tommy is a man-whore," stated Charlotte strongly, sipping on her latte. "He's always been and will always be a man-whore, Sophia, you know that. He's been trying to sleep with every girl he talks to. Remember when he tried to sleep with you last year?"
"He is a man-whore," scoffed Sophia.
"And he's never gonna get to see the backseat of my car," stated Charlotte.
"Is that why you two broke up?" asked Sophia carefully. "You didn't wanna sleep with him?"
"And now he's telling everyone on twitter that he was the one who broke up with me," spat Charlotte. "So annoying."
"So what now?" asked Sophia.
"I am so done with childish boys, Soph. Especially the ones at this place. I'm ready for a real man," began Charlotte dramatically. "When I look at my parents - I want something like that. I see the way my dad looks at my mom...I want that. And frankly, I am going to find him this year."
"Well you always do get what you want," added Sophia.
"It's a gift," sang Charlotte pompously, giggling.
His charming smile and dreamy brown eyes was well known around West Hills High School. He was loved and cherished by all and was always seen around the campus helping other students. His chiseled body parts and sweet, soft face emphasized his African descent.
"Mr. Scott?" called Trey, introducing himself properly to Matt and Emma's father.
"Yes," answered Dale. "Who's asking?"
"Trey Talley, sir," answered Trey respectfully. "I'm the assistant Editor and Chief of the school paper this year. I just wanted to introduce myself to the new principal of the school and wanted to know if I could interview you sometime for the paper."
"Thank you, Trey. I appreciate that," replied Dale. "I'm sure I can clear my schedule." Trey smiled gratefully. "What grade are you in, Trey?"
"I'll be a sophomore, sir," answered Trey respectfuly. Dale chuckled softly.
"My kids, Matt and Emma, they're also going to be sophomores. Maybe you'll see them around," added Dale. "Shouldn't you be heading inside? I don't want to make you late for class."
"Yes, sir," responded Trey.
"Yes, is just fine," laughed Dale. "Have a good day, Trey."
"Yes, sir," answered Trey once more. Dale laughed softly as Trey proceeded inside the building.
Trey carefully made his way down the crowded hallway when a strong hand pulled him aside into an empty girl's bathroom. Trey clung tightly to his backpack as he nearly fell over himself. The girl who dragged him inside the bathroom quickly locked the door behind her.
"Sophia," muttered Trey, nervously. "How many times have I told you that we can't keep meeting like this?"
"Save the talk for someone who actually cares, Talley," spat Sophia aggressively, pursing her lips. "The stalls are clean. No one's in here. It's just me and you." Trey sighed deeply. "Let's get this over with."
"I told you to be a little more subtle about these transactions we have," added Trey heatedly. "One wrong move, and we're both done. You know I can't afford to be kicked out of school -"
"You told me you were going to give me what I needed on the lot this morning," hissed Sophia angrily. "I was beginning to think I lost my main dealer."
"I saw you," answered Trey, putting his bag down. "I just ran into the new principal and I saw you walk in with Charlotte -"
"Please tell me he didn't take my drugs," spat Sophia annoyingly. Trey reached deeply in his bag and pulled out a heavy bag of hallucinogens and cocaine. "There they are...let me tell you, this is almost as good as sex." Trey rolled his eyes. "Trust me. I know good sex."
"Soph," stated Trey, holding the bag close to his chest. "You still owe me..."
"Well I don't have the money yet," murmured Sophia defensively. There was a sudden knock on the door. Both Trey and Sophia jolted. She suddenly moved closer to him and slowly traced his torso with her finger. She sensually wet his earlobe with her mouth as she reached aggressively down his pants. She then planted a wet kiss on his large, soft lips. "Maybe I can offer something else at the moment?"
Trey quickly pushed her away.
"Where's the money, Sophia?" gritted Trey, wiping his mouth.
"I don't have it," whined Sophia, folding her arms.
"Well then I can't give you what you need," responded Trey, beginning to place the bags back in his backpack. "You know how it works and I'm on a tight schedule and my boss -"
"But I will get it to you," reassured Sophia, reaching for Trey. "I will. I promise. When have I ever failed you before?"
"Fine," whispered Trey, handing her the drugs. "By this weekend..." Sophia grinned sinisterly as she bit her lip excitedly. Trey shook his head as he slipped out the bathroom door.
With his signature slick, golden hair combed back, Maxwell Kennedy followed Emma into homeroom. He obnoxiously jumped right in front of her as she entered the classroom, startling her immediately. The partying playboy of West Hills High instantly stopped Emma in her tracks.
"Excuse me," muttered Emma, keeping to herself.
"Hey. How come I haven't seen you around?" asked Max, walking alongside her. "You must be new, cause I know every pretty girl on campus."
"I'm sort of new here," answered Emma softly. Max grinned slyly.
"Max," introduced Max cunningly, reaching for her hand. "Maxwell Theodore Kennedy. My father's William Kennedy, multimillionare business owner, and my mother is Senator Sandra Kennedy. Pleased to meet you. Very pleased." He was definitely charming, Emma thought. "If you ever need anything, I'll make sure to get someone to help you." Emma giggled sweetly.
"Emma," replied Emma sweetly. "I just moved here from Kansas."
"So you must be Matt's sister?" asked Max. Emma nodded her head.
"Twin sister to be exact," added Emma with a soft chuckle. Max was taken back.
"Yeah," mumbled Max. "I just had class with him. Smart man, Matt." Emma shrugged. "Did I tell you I have a thing for twins...?" Emma snickered. "I don't have a thing for your brother. I meant I have a thing for -" Charlotte suddenly strolled in the classroom and scoffed at the sight of Max.
"Get a life, Max," spat Charlotte bitterly. "Stop harassing the new girl." Emma bit her lip nervously as Charlotte turned her attention to her. "Is he bothering you? Are you bothered? Do you feel bothered? Well he likes to do that a lot. It's sort of his...charm."
"No, not really," murmured Emma nervously.
"Shut up, Charlotte," hissed Max. "Nobody asked for your opinion."
"Just because Sophia broke up with you and you're no longer getting laid doesn't mean your attempt in getting in her pants is gonna get your dick wet," replied Charlotte coldly. She interlocked arms with Emma. "Come with me, new girl. You don't want to be seen talking to the thirstiest guy in school. He can ruin your social reputation all in this one moment." She led Emma to an empty seat next to her. "You'll be safe over here."
"Bitch," gritted Max between his teeth.
"Don't you ever forget it," spat Charlotte back, thinning her eyes.
"Where were you yesterday Ms. Woods?" asked the teacher, breaking the two apart. "I was expecting that paper on my desk yesterday."
"I was at the -" began Charlotte.
"Gynecologist," coughed Max loudly, causing the class to laugh in a wild manner. Emma uncomfortably sunk in her seat.
"Yes, Max, actually I was," retorted Charlotte wittingly. "The doctor said it's about time to clean out your vagina." Max thinned his eyes as the class burst into laughter.
"That's enough, class," said the teacher, calming down the classroom. "You know, Charlotte, it would be nice if you could transform those eloquent choice of words to your term paper that was due last week. If you don't turn it in by tomorrow, you're going to be failing my class." Charlotte nearly fell off her seat.
"Term paper?" asked Charlotte.
"Yes," answered the teacher. "We've gone over this many times, Ms. Woods. It was the summer assignment for my class. Didn't you check your email?"
"No," bluntly answered Charlotte. "It's the summer."
"Well, it's your grade," whispered the teacher. "Tomorrow, Ms. Woods, on my desk in my office before the end of the day."
"This is so not fair!" shrieked Charlotte, throwing a fit. "I have a sweet sixteen party to plan for! I have absolutely no time for this, Mr. Miller!"
"You had the entire summer, Ms. Woods," answered Mr. Miller. Charlotte shook her head. "Even new girl over here, Emma, turned it in on time." Emma sunk even lower in her seat. "Maybe you should ask new girl for help."
Emma followed a fuming Charlotte outside the classroom as Mr. Miller dismissed the class.
"Are you okay?" asked Emma to a frustrated Charlotte. "You seemed a little...pissed off earlier."
"Don't worry about her," spat a girl with long, messy, dirty blonde hair. "She's probably just PMSing again."
"Shut up, Savannah! Not the time!" retorted Charlotte angrily to the Bohemian surfer girl of West Hills High.
"What's wrong, princess?" mocked Savannah.
"Your hair and scent, skank-vannah" barked Charlotte angrily. "I think it's time that you get acquainted with a brush and a shower. You look and smell like a Neanderthal in a poor man's closet."
"Or you know what, new girl," Savannah hissed to an uncomfortable Emma. "I think she might be having a case of the occasional bitch. Be carefully, it's contagious."
"Go to hell, hippie whore," responded Charlotte angrily. Sophia appeared behind the girls.
"Yeah," added Sophia. "Why don't you go get a paper bag and put it over your head. Do everyone a favor."
"Hold on, Sophia," added Savannah smartly. "No one called for a slut."
"What did you just call me?" muttered Sophia. Sophia exchanged glares with Charlotte. "At least guys actually like me, Savannah."
"Oh, they like you," sarcastically stated Savannah, laughing hysterically. "Yeah, I sort of like the new nose, too...it definitely makes up for your large ego." Sophia quickly reached for her surgically repaired nose.
"Bitch," gritted Sophia. "I paid a lot of money for this."
"You want a tip, new girl?" murmured Savannah to Emma. "Stay away from these girls. You might've caught something permanent by now." Savannah picked up her skateboard and rolled away to her next class. "Later, sluts!"
"What's her problem?" asked Emma, overwhelmed.
"She's a pothead virgin," spat Sophia nastily. "Nobody likes her." Emma was overwhelmed. "Make sure you stay away from her, new girl."
"You are so lucky you have us to help you around school," proudly added Charlotte. "Since you're new and all you have to make sure you make friends with the right people. You don't wanna fall in the wrong crowd, do you?"
"No," answered Emma nervously.
"Why haven't I seen you around school, new girl?" asked Sophia nonchalantly, carefully applying mascara on her lashes.
"My name's Emma," interjected Emma, slowing getting irritated with the nickname.
"Sophia Davis. But you probably already knew that," replied Sophia haughtily. "You have a pretty name." Emma smiled sweetly.
"She's from Kansas, too," quickly added Charlotte to Sophia. "Isn't she like the sweetest little thing?" Emma was flattered.
"So were you like...homeschooled or something?" mumbled Sophia bluntly.
"No," murmured Emma slowly, confused.
"Well we need to go shopping," muttered Sophia. "If you're gonna be hanging around us, we're going to need to get you new clothes." Emma examined her clothes as Charlotte frustratingly grunted out loud.
"Ugh," added Charlotte. "Savannah literally just added a dent to my Mr. Miller problems and now my mom's asking me all these decor questions about my party. I don't think I've ever been this stressed before."
"Is he still making you turn in that stupid paper?" asked Sophia. Charlotte nodded her head.
"This is so stupid!" complained Charlotte, helplessly panting. "He totally knows I have a party this weekend and he keeps forcing this paper down my throat. I seriously cannot breathe right now."
"I feel so bad for you," commented Emma genuinely. "I feel like he's making your life miserable on purpose or something." Charlotte took a step back and appreciated Emma's concern.
"Thank you," responded Charlotte genuinely. "That really means a lot, Emma." Emma smiled sweetly. "You know, if I sat down and just wrote it I'd be done, but with a lot of things going on, I can't even focus. Just thinking about staring at a blank piece of paper and a pencil is making me nauseous already."
"Just sleep with him already," blurted Sophia. "He probably hasn't gotten laid in like...forever." Charlotte giggled. "Have you seen his wife? She's like, fat and stuff." Sophia combed her hair to one side.
"What's the paper about?" asked Emma, changing the subject.
"The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade," mumbled Charlotte. "So retarded, I know."
"You know what...I think I still have my paper on that topic from my old school saved on my laptop," stated Emma. "Maybe I can lend it to you or something and you can take some ideas off of it."
"Really?" asked Charlotte desperately. Emma nodded her head. "Thank you so much, Emma! You are a total life saver! Isn't she a life a saver, Soph?"
"Yeah," added Sophia. "Pretty and nice. I like you, new girl." Emma giggled.
"It's the least that I can do," replied Emma sweetly. "You've been nothing but nice to me. Both of you."
"Did I tell you that you're invited to my sweet sixteen party this weekend?" Charlotte giggled. "Now you can watch me plan the rest of my party next period. Let's go girls." Emma, Charlotte, and Sophia continued to walk down the hall as the next bell rang.
Matt stepped inside the school's newspaper room and found himself in the midst of the school's most eager journalists. The room was a fairly wide spaced filled with computers, sofas, a coffee machine, and a pool table. Matt smiled happily.
"Is this Journalism class?" asked Matt aloud. Trey turned around and answered Matt.
"Yes it is, Matthew Scott of Wichita, Kansas," Trey replied nicely. Matt was taken back.
"Trey's kind of creepy like that," added Savannah, snapping a photo of Matt. "He tends to know everything and everyone."
"And if Savannah keeps on wasting film, I'm gonna have to give the camera to somebody else," threatened Trey. Savannah whisked gracefully away. "I met your father this morning."
"Well I apologize for any embarrassing things he said," mentioned Matt. "My dad's kind of weird."
"Don't sweat it, Matt," Trey chuckled. "He's just being the principal." Matt nervously laughed. "I also met your twin sister a while ago...umm...Emma? Emma." Matt took in a deep breath. "But anyways, are you interested in joining the staff?"
"Yes, I actually am," replied Matt. "I was on my school's newspaper back in Kansas. I did the sports section. I was sort of hoping -"
"You got it," interjected Trey. "You can cover the tennis tryouts. Savannah can help you out."
"Alright," muttered Matt. "I won't let you down, boss." Trey chuckled coolly.
"Hey, Kansas!" called Max from behind. Max blew a kiss to a disgusted Savannah, who flashed the camera to his face.
"Max," replied Matt.
"I couldn't help but overhear that you're covering my tryouts," mentioned Max. "I've been wondering who's going to cover my story since the start of the school year." Matt had a perplexed look on his face. "...the tennis court is sort of my forte."
"He's somewhat a child prodigy," added Trey, rolling his eyes.
"And somewhat of an asshole," added Savannah jokingly. Max thinned his eyes as she flashed another photo.
"I'm here to bring the gold home this year," boasted Max. "You can all bet on it."
Lunch rolled around the campus and Matt made his way down to the fresh lawn of the school. Emma, Charlotte, and Sophia unexpectedly came across him.
"Emma?" called Matt. Emma took a deep sigh and turned around.
"Matt," gritted Emma nervously. Charlotte and Sophia followed quickly behind. Charlotte immediately locked eyes with Matt. "Matt, this is Charlotte and Sophia. Charlotte and Sophia, this is my brother, Matt." Matt nodded sweetly at Sophia and then reached for Charlotte's hand.
"You never mentioned you had a brother," whispered Sophia. "A very hot brother."
"I'm Charlotte," muttered Charlotte breathlessly, holding on to his hand. "Charlotte Woods."
"I know," replied Matt, smiling sweetly at her. "I saw your crowning picture on last year's spring fling. Congratulations, pretty girl." Charlotte quickly blushed and licked her lips. Sophia twirled her hair with her finger as she squinted her eyes bashfully at Matt.
"Goodbye, Matt," whispered Emma intently.
"Well hold on, Emma," whispered Charlotte. "We just met." Emma rolled her eyes.
"Dad's coming," whispered Emma to Matt. Principal Dale emerged from a large crowd and met eyes with Emma. "Dad alert. Dad alert. Move. Move. Code Red. Code Red."
"Actually I have to go," mentioned Matt. "It was really nice meeting you, two." He glared at Charlotte once more and smiled shortly. "It was nice meeting you, Charlotte." Matt left quickly as Charlotte and Sophia turned to Emma.
"Your brother is so hot," breathed Sophia.
"He is so cute," added Charlotte. "Adorable."
"And so is the new principal," murmured Sophia excitedly to the girls. "He is sexy." Principal Dale coolly made his way towards his daughter and embraced her.
"That's my dad," replied Emma quickly, disgusted. Principal Dale introduced himself to the girls and gave Emma a kiss on her forehead. "Hi dad."
"Who cares," spat Sophia shamelessly, protruding her chest out. "Hi, Principal Scott."
Matt hid carefully under the tallest tree on the campus.
"You're standing on my spot, kid," blurted out a smooth, raspy voice. Matt looked over his shoulder and found a boy, about his age, standing behind him. He had a very classic combed-over, dark hair with a very handsome face. He had tortured, light brown eyes and thin lips.
"Are you talking to me?" asked Matt. The boy hid his hands in his jet-black leather jacket and chuckled softly as he removed his shades from his beautiful face. He dragged his boots across the grass and moved closer to Matt.
"No, I'm talking to the damn tree," spat the boy coldly. Matt gazed at the tree above him. The boy laughed again. "You must be the principal's kid, huh. Matt, is it?"
"How'd you know?" asked Matt.
"Because," continued the boy. "You're talking to me."
"Is that a problem?" asked Matt, confused.
"No, no," brushed the boy lightly. "It's just...people don't really come near me." Matt gazed at him. It seemed as if the guy had just finished smoking a joint. "I don't really like the people here anyways..."
"Then I should be on my way," murmured Matt peacefully, attempting to escape the situation.
"What's a kid like you doing in West Hills anyway?" asked the boy. Matt turned around and buried his hands in his pockets. "I feel like you hate this place as much as I do."
"My dad got a job here," explained Matt. "We relocated from Kansas. Not much of a family discussion. End of story." The boy nodded his head approvingly. "And in regards to this place..." Matt examined the campus around him. "...you can say I'm still getting used to it."
"Follow me," replied the boy. Matt quickly trailed behind.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Matt nervously.
"I have a good feeling about you," gritted the boy, hopping in his classic jet black mustang muscle car. "Get in." Matt nonchalantly stepped in the vehicle. "The name's Cooper, by the way." Cooper extended his hand towards Matt and shook it firmly. "Cooper Dean." The name sounded very familiar to Matt.
"Well it's very nice to meet you, Cooper," replied Matt genuinely. "...but I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to leave campus." Cooper scoffed. "Someone might see us."
"Do you wanna have a good time on your first day of school or stay miserable with these people?" asked Cooper, putting his shades on.
"I never said I was miserable," retorted Matt.
"You didn't have to, man. I've never seen anyone so uncomfortable on their first day at school before," responded Cooper coolly. "Are you in or not?" Matt wet his lips and took a deep breath.
"Alright, let's get out of here," answered Matt eagerly. "Let's go."
"That's what I'm talking about," Cooper grinned, aggresively driving his mustang out the lot.
Author's Note: Part 2 of this chapter will be up shortly! I want the readers to see how the characters are interacting with Matt and Emma.