Of course Nicolas was home! Why not? Darcy had spent the better part of the morning at the mercy of his older brother’s teasing remarks, and snide comments. Nothing was safe from him! Darcy had come close to cussing his brother out, his dad already having left for the day, and their mom too busy dealing with the toddlers she was to be watching for the day, but he hadn’t. Instead, he had grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and slammed the door shut on his way out.<br/><br/>Storming his way down the driveway, Darcy had had the whole walk to school to compose himself. Swiping a few loose strands of hair back in place, Darcy straightened his tie, unbuttoned the rest of his jacket, and put on his usual smirk. As soon as he walked through the gates, his crew found him. Without having to say anything, they fell into position behind him. Slipping one hand under the strap of his bag, Darcy handed it to the taller guy on his right, not even bothering to look back at him.<br/><br/>Entering the building, Darcy kept his gaze forward, expecting people to move out of his way without him having to tell them too. It was his reputation, one he had worked hard at making. One did not get in the way of Darcy Addington unless they were looking for trouble.<br/><br/>As he made his way to class, Darcy found his path blocked by another student rummaged through their bag. Stopping, he crossed his arms, raising a brow as he regarded them for a moment, clearing his throat not long after to draw their attention to the current predicament.