The fat kid was expelled the next day, and the Class President didn't come to school. The goons that followed him around, Thing1 and Thing2 as I call them, followed me instead now like lost puppies.
"Tell me about the blonde kid in my class."
We were standing in front of the school gates in the morning before class started.
"You're talking about Donald Na, boss? He's a broke bitch that got into the school only because of financial assistance from the government."
Thing1 was quicker to speak up.
"I heard his mom's in the hospital, he smells like shit whenever he comes to school and wears dirty clothes."
Thing2, turning fearful at the fact that he was a step too slow, hurriedly spoke about whatever information he knew as well.
"The thing is, even though he's a bum and broke as fuck, he still manages to get first on every test the school throws at him. That's why Seungjae didn't like him, he would always steal his first place spot."
Thing1 spoke again right after, butting in as much as he could manage.
"Yea, Class Pres would make us rough him up and beat his ass almost every day after class because of it, but he didn't know how to listen. You want us to fuck him up for you, boss?"
I digested all the information for a moment before I spoke.
"Go to class and stay quiet."
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Donald sat in the desk next to me, trying to be as unnoticeable and meek as he could.
"You're different."
He looked at me, startled that someone talked to him.
"What?"
I looked into his red eyes and saw a bit of what Charles saw in me. The rage. The hate. The hurt. He was like me, but not. The world hurt him, but it hurt me more.
"You're not like them, weak. So why do you act like it."
He seemingly forgot how to talk for a moment, before he answered me.
"I just want to graduate and go to a higher school. Like the bigger kids, with their uniforms."
I regarded his answer for a second, before I responded.
"That's stupid."
His eyes grew colder for a moment at my words, before shifting into the mask that I saw him wear every time that I've seen him. The mask of a sheep, that the wolf inside of him wears over its face.
But then the mask broke again.
"All you have to do is teach them their place. Then you can graduate without any dumb fucks in your way."
"You don't want to just graduate."
"You want to beat the fuck out of everyone who wrongs you, and make them fear you. To turn this school into your own little palace, to do whatever the fuck you want in."
"You want to kill everyone that gets in the way, of making your mom happy."
"So why aren't you."
The mask broke, and all I could see on his face was shock and contemplation in his eyes.
After he regained his bearings, his shocked and contemplative eyes slowly mixed their way into a hard resolve, shielded only by a last reluctance and doubt.
"I can't, Seungjae's mom owns the school. I'll get expelled if I fight back."
"All I need to do is tolerate them. It's easy for me."
He's a disappointment. He won't be in the future, though. He just needs.. a little guidance.
"Come with me after class."
At my words, his eyes had a hint of confusion in them before his face once more shifted into the mask that he wore subconsciously. He gazed down at his desk, reading intensely whatever book he had open.
It was a high school math book.
I found my new tutor.
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I didn't wait for him before I made my way out of the class, Thing1 and Thing2 trailing behind me. Sure enough, Donald followed my steps after he hurriedly packed his class materials back in his backpack.
I waited for him on the roof, and he was greeted with the sight of me sitting on the back of Thing2 as he was in plank position, while Thing1 did jumping jacks Infront of me.
His face grew slackjawed before he walked up to me in a daze.
"This is what happens, when you do it right."
His eyes locked into mine, unflinchingly. The mask was off.
"I smacked the fuck out of the Class President, and told him that if he ratted me out, I'd break his fingers and make him toothless."
He clenched his fists, his arms starting to tremble.
"All that time, enduring getting the shit beaten out of you by people that don't matter. And I come in, and make them my bitch in one day."
I laughed at the thought. It was simply a mild amusement, but I grabbed that emotion and dragged it out, fanning the flame until it turned into a full-blown, mocking laughter.
Donald's hands grew white at the force he clenched his fists, his head looking at the ground like it had something interesting on it, an unbridled rage threatening to burst out from his face.
"Thing1, beat Donald's ass."
Donald turned up to glare at me.
"If you let this guy fuck you up Blondie, I'm going to lose interest in you."
He continued to hold his glare at me before he turned towards Thing1, who brazenly walked towards Donald nonchalantly.
"Don't worry boss, I'll burst your bubble real quick. This broke bitch can't do shit but be a punching bag."
Thing1 prepared a swing, telegraphing his wild haymaker a mile away.
"ISN'T THAT RIGHT, YOU DUMB FU-"
Donald's fist crushed Thing1's nose in a heap of blood before slamming into his liver, and he crumpled to the floor like a discarded piece of paper.
I clapped my hands at the display, a smile on my face as I stood up. Thing2 finally fell to the floor, getting the much reprieve he needed from carrying me on his back.
"How does it feel, to let loose a bit."
Donald looked at me, calmer but still glaring at me.
"What do you want."
I regarded him with a calm, nonchalant air.
"I'm building an empire, and I need generals. You're one of them now."
"And why would I do that."
He put his hands up, ready to engage in another bout of violence.
My smile grew wider at the sight, and I walked closer, getting into his range.
He was unrelenting, his fist reminiscent to a bullet as it flew past my face, chipping my left ear as I moved my head out the way at the last moment. I rushed closer to him until I was right in front of his face before I wrapped my arms around his body, bear hugging him and preventing him from attacking me. I crushed his body forcefully against mine, then finally answered him, speaking mockingly in his ear.
"Because I'm stronger than you."
I used all of my strength and lifted him off the ground before slamming him onto the cold pavement. He gasped in pain, the air knocked out of his lungs.
I got on top of his chest, putting my knees on either side of his torso for better leverage and mimicking the many UFC mounts I saw online. I sat there for a split moment before I clenched my right hand into a fist and slammed it into the side of his face. Blood splattered from the inside of his mouth onto the concrete as his head whipped to the side like a fat kid that smelled chocolate.
"You've never been hit this hard before, huh."
I smashed my other fist on the other side of his face, whipping his head in the opposite direction like a yo-yo.
"At least, when you were actually fighting back."
*BAM*
"I'm a reasonable guy."
*BAM*
"I won't make you do much, just whatever I tell you to."
*BAM*
"But I'll make sure you get what you want."
*BAM*
"And if you grow stronger than me, then our roles will be reversed."
*BAM*
"Understand?"
*BAM*
I pummeled his face for the last time, the ground around us splattered with blood. My knuckles stung from punching his face so much. I would have to soak them in ice afterward, they were bleeding and the skin was torn off from hitting him.
"You belong to me now."
But I got what I wanted, and that's all that matters.