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Yes, I am back at it again! I finally finished another fic for @badthingshappenbingo ! It’s a Ninjago fanfic, and it features Gravis with Bolobo and Shade as background characters!

This will feature underage characters doing drugs, and getting caught with them. I have not personally done drugs in my own life, so please know that this is not a completely factual account of what someone who does might go through.

Summary is below the cut.

Gravis was not a very good student. He was not even a good student. His grades were just barely above passing. It was only the fact that Gravis did not want to repeat his senior year that kept his grades above passing.

It was not always like this, but things had gotten rough in the past few years. There was not really any way that Gravis could keep his grades up for very long.

But that wouldn’t matter to Gravis for much longer. Gravis was getting something that was for sure going to help for a bit. All Gravis needed to do was get to the back lot.

Pulling his hat down over his ears, Gravis walked into the backlot of the high school. It was a decently sheltered area from the snow, but it was still freezing. That didn’t mean much to Gravis, though. He wouldn’t be able to feel it in a few minutes.

Glancing around, Gravis found who he was.

Bolobo Forst. He was a fellow senior, an avid gardener, and the school’s best drug dealer. Of course, most people had no idea about him, or Gravis for that matter. He was sitting on a pile of boxes with a book in his hand. Somehow, Bolobo still managed to be a good student completely stoned.

Bolobo looked up from his book when Gravis got close enough. “Yo, mate. What ya here for?” Bolobo slurred. His eyes were wide awake but hazy. It was obvious that Bolobo clearly was on something, most likely alcohol. Thankfully, Bolobo somehow had the ability to be clear minded enough to do some high level thinking and transactions.

“My usual,” Gravis responded. Bolobo nodded and pulled out a box.

“That would be $40, thank you very much.” Bolobo held out an unsuspecting plastic container that was filled with pot-infused sweets, Adderall, and xanax and exchanged it with the money in Gravis’s hand. Gravis stood there, waiting for Bolobo to acknowledge him again.

Bolobo looked back up at Gravis. “Wanna stay here or no?”

Gravis allowed a smile to escape his face. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I want to sit here with you?”

Bolobo chuckled. “Fair enough. I am pretty awesome, you know.”

Gravis raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Who says that?”

“All the people who come to me for their fix. You called me that a while ago actually.”

Gravis sputtered. “I-I didn’t. I’m sure most people who did were probably on something.”

Bolobo smirked. “Actually, most of them were sober. And you called me awesome when you were completely sober. It was after the time when you were forced to quit for a few weeks.”

Gravis rolled his eyes as he struggled to open the container. “That doesn’t count. I was probably desperate and wanted a fix. Anyway, I barely remember all the way back then. So that doesn’t count.”

“Why not?” Bolobo questioned cheekily. “We always make fun of people for what they do when they are drunk, so why can’t I make fun of you about things you did when you were high?”

Gravis couldn’t think of a clever comeback to that.

“Fine,” Gravis scoffed. “I guess you win. Happy now?”

“Very,” assured Bolobo.

The two descended into comfortable silence. The backlot had become a safe haven to the two, and they didn’t need to have words to communicate with each other. They could just be in the same place without having any word exchanged between them. All that was exchanged was money and drugs.

Part of that could also be the fuzziness of Gravis’s head. The chemicals that were infused in the brownie made Gravis’s head fuzzy in a good way. Gravis couldn’t make himself care so much about everything. The overwhelming pressure Gravis usually faced wasn’t as relevant anymore. It was lit.

Eventually, it became dark, and the two had to part ways. Gravis had to be back before curfew. Gravis stuffed the plastic container back into his backpack. It wouldn’t do to get caught with its contents.

“See you later,” Gravis stated as he left. Bolobo just nodded with his headphones firmly on his ears.

Gravis left the backlot with a heavy heart. He didn’t want to leave the atmosphere of it, and his head wasn’t as fuzzy as he liked. The chemicals were wearing off. Gravis still had some things that could help that issue, but that was irritating.

Gravis simply hoped that wasn’t a sign of things to come.

—-

Gravis should have seen this coming.

His mom was home for once. While that might seem like a good thing for some people, Gravis hated it when his mom was home.

Samantha Kemp was Gravis’s mom, and she was not winning any awards for being a good mom anytime soon. She had done as well as expected, with being a drug addict and a single mom for about 6 years at this point.

But she wasn’t by any means kind or supportive of Gravis. Gravis had often gone hungry after his dad left until he learned how to cook for himself. He also had learned to tend to his injuries himself after it became clear that his mom wouldn’t take him to any medical facilities for any of them.

Gravis could understand why she hadn’t taken the best care of him. His dad had just left them when Gravis was twelve, and it basically destroyed his home life. His dad was the glue of the family. When he left, Gravis’s mom didn’t know how to connect with her son, and Gravis felt the same towards his mom.

But that all made it so when his mom was home and awake, Gravis just wanted to curl up.

“Hi, mom,” Gravis greeted. His mom was on the sofa in the living room, and she had a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

Gravis’s mom gave him a lazy smile. That was good. She was in a floaty state, so she probably wouldn’t yell too much.

“Hey, kid,” Gravis’s mom slurred. “Didn’t realize you were home.”

“Yeah.” Gravis made sure to keep his distance.

Gravis’s mom asked, “So how was your day? Was it good? Still keeping your promise?” Her words progressively became more and more slurred, and Gravis had to strain to figure out what she was asking.

Oh, the promise. The promise was to not do drugs. Gravis had been breaking the promise since he was 14.

“Yeah, it was good. And yes mom, I have been keeping my promise,” Gravis lied. His day was only good because of the drugs flowing in his system. At least he had only stuck to poisoning his brain outside of school hours.

Gravis’s mom gave Gravis a strained smile. “That’s good.”

After a few moments of awkward silence, Gravis was motioned to leave. Gravis gratefully took the opportunity to do so. He did not want to stay with his mom for a moment longer.

Retreating into his room, Gravis dug into his backpack. Under his books was the plastic container with the drugs.

Popping an adderall into his mouth, Gravis decided to tackle the pile of his homework. While he technically could just not do it, it would be easier to do some of it. It probably would be helpful if he actually did some of the homework he was supposed to turn in by the end of the year if he wanted to graduate.

Gravis worked all throughout the night, and managed to finish almost half of his work.

Gravis’s mom didn’t call Gravis down for dinner at all. Gravis pretended not to care.

Gravis didn’t need his mom to care about him. He was used to this.

Gravis could bury the hurt deep down in his heart and he could learn to not care.

—--

High school wasn’t a great place for anyone, but Gravis thought he was doing a pretty good job with keeping himself happy.

Gravis made sure to take the easiest classes he could get away with. This meant that he and Bolobo only had gym together, but Gravis could see some other kids he was acquaintances with through the backlot.

Like Nightshade ‘Shade’ Darkley-Oppenheimer He was an underclassman to Gravis, but he was both surprisingly mature. He also happened to be in his math class.

Walking into the school, Gravis popped a Xanax and Adderall. He was taking a risk, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to take anything yet.

Scanning the halls, Gravis noticed Shade standing by one of the classroom doors.

“Hey,” greeted Gravis. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Shade looked up at Gravis’s voice.

“Hi,” Shade whispered. “How are you?” It was clear that something was up with him.

“Good. How are you?” Gravis responded.

Shade shrugged. “Not doing great. Head’s been fuzzy.”

A frown made its way to Gravis’s face. “Why is it fuzzy? I thought you had ways of dealing with it?” Those ways being drugs went unsaid.

Shade shook his head. “Got caught with everything by gramps.Even my blockers. You know how he is. He took all of my stash for himself and took almost all of my money. Now I have to wait to get more funds.”

Gravis couldn’t believe it. Shade was probably one of the most subtle drug user there was. He only took hormone blockers and Xanax, and he desperately needed them. Without them, he was apparently an anxious mess who could barely function.

Gravis asked softly, “Do you mind if I ask you something in private?” Shade shook his head, and Gravis walked towards a fairly abandoned hallway. It only led towards the trophy room, so no one went there.

“Can I give you some Xanax?” Gravis inquired. He didn’t really want to part with his stash, but he did not want Shade getting hurt.

Shade looked regretful when he replied, “No. I have to take drug tests everyday now, and they last for another two months. Thanks, though.”

Gravis wanted to punch Shade’s grandfather. The fact that he would take something away from Shade that helped him so much was almost deplorable.

Gravis took a deep breath. “Are you going to be okay?”

Shade mumbled, “Probably. I can survive.”

The warning bell rang, informing the two they only had 5 minutes to get to class.

“See you in math,” Shade stated.

Gravis forced the anger in him down and headed to his first period class.

Hopefully, this was not a sign of things to come.

—---------

Gravis should have really known that this lifestyle wouldn’t last forever. He should have realized that he would eventually get caught.

Apparently the goddamn varsity club or something like that wanted to use the backlot for a club meet. When they got there, they immediately noticed the smokers and drinkers. Even though Gravis and Bolobo weren’t, they also had to take a drug test.

While Gravis had taken drug tests before without getting caught, he had time to prepare for them. This one he had no time to.

The drug test came back positive.

Now Gravis was forced to sit outside the principal’s office while they tried to get in contact with his mom.

Gravis knew that his mom wasn’t going to pick up her phone. She was completely and utterly stoned by the time he left for school, and she was probably passed out by now.

But he wasn’t going to say anything. No one but Bolobo knew that Gravis’s mom had a drug addiction. At least until now.

Gravis couldn’t help but feel a very strong urge to have a Xanax or a smoke. He knew he should not want to, but he was feeling on edge. A Xanax would probably help that, but he couldn’t have one.

Thankfully, some box breathing helped a bit. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it made sure Gravis didn’t go into a panic attack.

Eventually, Gravis was called into the principal’s office. Inside the office, there was the principal and the counselor. Gravis couldn’t remember their names for the life of him.

“Sit down, Gravis,” commanded the principal. “I hope you understand why you are here.”

Taking a seat, Gravis nodded. The counselor’s face pinched up.

“If you understand why, then why don't you explain what is wrong with the situation?” challenged the counselor.

Gravis pretended to take a few moments to think on the answer, before responding, “Is it because doing drugs will damage my chances for having a good life?”

The principal shook his head. “No, I am talking about the situation with your mother. Although the fact that you did drugs illegally is also a very big issue.”

Gravis couldn’t think of a good lie. What was he supposed to say that wouldn’t raise suspicions almost immediately?

“My mom is probably at work,” Gravis lied. Although, doing drugs was almost like a job in a weird way.

“Do you know what she does that is so important that she refuses to answer her phone?” the counselor interrogated.

Gravis shrugged. “Not sure. My mom does a bunch of different jobs, and she’s really strict about not using her phone at work. Apparently, it distracts her.”

If possible, the counselor's face became more irritated. “Are you sure you have no way to contact your mother?”

“No, not that I am aware of. I have not needed to do so.” Gravis wasn’t lying when he said this. He had always managed to get away with only having help from his meager friend group and never needed to rely on his mom.

The principal sighed. “Well, until your mother can get into contact with us, we have no option but to allow you to go home. Please inform your mother that we want to have a conversation with her as soon as she is available.”

Gravis nodded slowly. “I will. Anything else?”

“No,” the counselor stated. “You may go.”

Gravis didn’t think he had ever left a room as fast as he did that moment.

This was so messed up. Gravis needed to figure out a way to make sure that he wouldn’t get in trouble.

Gravis was completely and utterly messed up.

—------------------------------

Telling his mom was the scariest thing that Gravis ever had to do. Of course, delaying it for days probably didn’t help. But Gravis was nothing if not a procrastinator.

His mom was surprisingly sober when Gravis told her what had happened. And just like he predicted, she flew into a hot rage. Gravis was just thankful that she hadn’t had any glass near her. Otherwise, he would have ended up in the hospital.

She had marched right into his school the next morning. The principal and the counselor were very irritated at the fact that Gravis had delayed telling her for so long, but they had gotten right down to business.

Gravis was officially suspended for one week, and he would be forced to go into therapy. The school would have to conduct a home investigation about Gravis’s home life.

It was going to suck royally. Gravis didn’t want anything to change. He liked his life and changing it would suck.

But there was a small part of him that wanted to change his life. He didn’t want to just live his life with his head fuzzy and his body sluggish. Gravis wanted to see how the other side lived. He wanted to see if getting clean would make him feel the same as he did when he was a kid.

Gravis didn’t want to quit, but he had to at least try. If he didn’t, he had a sinking feeling he would regret not doing so for a long time.

—-

Gravis hated recovery. He hated it.

He always felt an itch inside of him, searching for something. His mind was still fuzzy, but it wasn’t a good kind of fuzzy. This fuzzy made him want to curl up in bed, and it made him want to not do anything at all for days on end.

Gravis also actually had to try at his classwork, for he didn’t have anything that would help him speed up the process. He went from just doing almost 3 weeks of assignments in one night to only doing 2 or 3 days. Still more than some people, but it was so slow for Gravis.

The therapist that was supposed to help Gravis also was not the kind of person he would willing seek out himself. The therapist, Rachel, was way too peppy for Gravis’s taste, and she always tried to rationalize his feelings. She also tried to get Gravis to open up about his dad, but Gravis wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.

Gravis’s dad had been gone from his son’s life for a long time. Gravis had come to terms with that fact for a long time by then.

But Rachel still wouldn’t believe Gravis when he told her that he was not torn up on his dad anymore. She kept insisting that his dad leaving led Gravis to doing drugs.

Gravis’s mom also was still as unbearable as ever. She kept drinking and smoking everywhere in the house, but she was also a huge hypocrite as well. She kept digging through Gravis’s backpack as soon as he came home, and she kept yelling at him about lying to her. Gravis’s mom also made it a point to keep tabs on Gravis at all times, and she pretended that she was worried for Gravis’s safety. But they both knew it was to make sure Gravis didn’t lie to her again.

Gravis had to endure her for an hour three times a week.

But the worst part was that Gravis was prohibited from talking to Bolobo anymore. While they rarely saw each other outside of the backlot, they were pretty good friends. But now they were forced to not contact the other for anything. Something about ‘being bad influences on each other’ and ‘enabling the other’ and ‘codependency.’

So not only did Gravis need to go cold turkey, and he had to talk to the worst therapist ever, but he couldn’t even talk to his best friend.

Gravis knew that once he turned eighteen, he would be allowed to change this, but that was almost 6 months away.

So Gravis had to endure this. He could do that.

—---

Eventually, life became a bit easier. It took over 4 months, but it became easier.

Gravis finally wasn’t feeling so fuzzy and sluggish all the time. Now, he could at least find the strength to get out of bed most days. Even if he could barely stay standing after that.

His therapist appointments have been reduced to only one time a week, although they were still an hour each. They had gotten a bit better, since Rachel decided to stop going on and on about Gravis’s dad. Now, the two usually talked about what was going on in Gravis’s life.

Gravis also had finally gotten back into the habit of actually doing his school work again. It wasn’t a big deal really, but at the very least Gravis didn’t have to keep scrambling to keep up.

However, there were still some things that were still not the best.

Gravis’s mom was still drinking and smoking. While she could pretend all she wanted, she still was not doing anything to help herself.

Gravis wanted to scream at her. She was a hypocrite, and Gravis hated how much power she had over him.

It was even made worse by the fact that Bolobo and Gravis couldn’t see each other anymore. Gravis was under such strict restrictions as to who he was allowed to interact with by his mom, so he just straight up never talked to anyone.

Of course, Gravis should be okay with this. After all, he was doing better. He was not in danger of dying.

So why did he still feel so hollow? There was no one in the world who could answer that question for Gravis.

Gravis just had to survive.

He could become happier with his life.

He knew that he was just lying to himself.

He would be able to pass his classes.

If one ignored the fact that his grades were all Cs.

Eventually, he would be able to leave his mom’s grasp.

That was if there was a way for him to get out.

Gravis would have to just hold onto his hope.

Even though that seemed like it was a daunting task.

Everything was not going to be alright. There was many no reasons to worry.