"Alright, follow me," Joe said, both hands stuffed casually in his pockets. "And if you don't, I'll make you walk the whole way barefoot."
All of this was happening because of one mistake—Max had spoken up too soon. His plan had been simple: go along with these losers, blend in, and then start digging for information. Maybe snoop around the school library or the teachers' lounge to find any more names that were on the list.
But now? He was stuck in this situation instead.
Trying to fix his misstep, Max followed Joe willingly.
I'll just take whatever beating he's got planned, Max thought. Get it over with, then come back and get back on track.
As Joe passed Ko and Mo, the three of them exchanged smug smiles. Not long after, the other two got up and left the classroom as well.
"Man, I gotta take a leak before first period," Ko said, stretching his arms. "Shame I can't watch what's about to go down, but I really can't afford to be late again." Mo followed behind him, both of them heading in the opposite direction from where Joe had taken Max.
They were laughing like nothing had happened, while back in the classroom, Sam sat frozen at his desk, anxiously biting his nail.
Crap, crap… this can't be good! Sam panicked internally. If they're taking him outside, it means whatever they're planning to do, they really don't want the teachers or other students to see. And the teacher hasn't even arrived yet… I can't tell anyone.
Nervously biting at his nail, Sam eventually sank into his seat, eyes drifting to the clock. His thoughts were racing—wondering what Max might be going through right now.
He just got out of the hospital. There's no way he's in good shape already… What if they go too far this time? Worse than before? Sam squeezed his eyes shut, his fists tightening on the desk. But if I get involved… they'll just make my life even worse. It's already bad enough… Why does this always happen to me?
As both of Sam's hands trembled on top of the desk, a memory hit him—Max, standing there in the cafeteria, paying for everyone's food without hesitation. The way he spoke to him like a real friend, like someone who actually cared.
He said I didn't have to worry about it… that he'd take care of it. I said that I would repay him for that favour.
Sam stood up suddenly, pushing his chair back.
"I… I have to at least do this," he whispered to himself.
Without wasting another second, he rushed out of the classroom and sprinted through the hallway, searching desperately for a teacher—any adult who could help.
But so far… there was no one.
Meanwhile, both Ko and Mo were casually walking back from the toilets.
"Hey… was that Sam just now? Looked like he was running out," Mo said, glancing over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Ko replied with a smug grin. "Maybe he finally decided to run home and never come back to school. One less loser to deal with."
"You don't think he's, like… gonna tell a teacher or something?" Mo asked, a bit of unease creeping into his voice.
Ko scoffed. "Don't be stupid. He tried that once, remember? Got smacked so hard he was too scared to even talk after that. He's not gonna try it again. We warned him what would happen next time."
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At the same time, Sam was racing through the hallways, his breath coming fast and shallow. He'd passed a few teachers, but for some reason… his legs froze every time he got close.
Why can't I say anything…? Why won't the words come out?
His hands trembled at his sides. His whole body was on edge.
But then—he spotted someone. Someone he knew might actually do something.
"Abby!" Sam shouted as he ran up to her.
Abby turned, startled. "Oh, hey Sam. What's wrong? You look—wait, did something happen?"
Sam nodded, breathless. "It's Max… I think he's in trouble."
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Following Joe, Max soon realized they were heading outside. Most of the students had already returned to their classrooms—the bell for first period was about to ring any second.
Not that being late was Max's biggest concern right now.
Joe led him to the music storage building, a smaller structure detached from the main school. It was a place rarely visited unless someone needed to fetch or return instruments or equipment.
"Hurry up!" Joe barked, pointing inside.
Max stepped forward, and without warning, a hard kick slammed into his back, sending him stumbling into the room. The door slammed shut behind them.
"You're still acting tough, huh? Still not listening?" Joe growled.
He grabbed Max by the hair and yanked his head back before delivering a sharp slap across his face. Max's body swung with the impact before crashing to the side.
Joe laughed. "I can't believe people like you and Sam exist. It's pathetic. But I guess that's just the food chain everyone talks about—and we're at the top."
'You think you're at the top?' Max thought as he steadied himself. Just how small is your world… to believe something like that?
Max remained on the ground, pretending to be more hurt than he was. He kept his breathing shallow, his head lowered, waiting.
Joe strutted forward, swept his leg back, and drove a brutal kick into Max's stomach.
"Ko told me to make sure you remember your place!" Joe shouted, delivering another kick just as hard.
Just take it, Max... just take it. Remember—this is what the real Max Stern endured. He had half your strength… and no way out, Max reminded himself.
Joe crouched down, pulled off one of his shoes, then peeled off his sock and tossed it beside Max.
Then, with a wide, disgusting grin, he raised his bare foot and pressed it near Max's face.
"Remember, you and Sam are our servants," Joe sneered. "So do what you're told… Now suck it."
He burst into laughter, keeping his foot hovering, wiggling his toes with sick delight.
"Come on, suck it! Suck it, you're my slave!" he shouted again, louder this time.
Max kept his head low, staring at the ground, but his body was trembling—not with fear, but restraint.
Joe's laughter faded into irritation. "Tch. I guess you haven't learned your lesson after all!"
He swung his foot, aiming straight for Max's face.
But it never landed.
Max's hand shot up like a viper, catching Joe's foot mid-air, stopping it cold.
"What the—?" Joe gasped.
"I give up," Max said calmly, still not looking up.
Joe smirked, thinking he'd finally won. "Haha… so you're finally gonna suck—"
"I give up… playing along," Max interrupted, his voice cold and deadly.
He looked up slowly, eyes burning with fury. The mask was off. He had snapped.