The white shirt and gray plaid skirt this time is the one Azmya wears. Her long hair in a ponytail she added with a sports hat that blocked her face. Carrying a black backpack, Azmya walks through her new school.
Today she holds the status of a new student at Tristan High Scholl. Daddy and Mommy want to take her on the first day of school. But Azmya refuses because she doesn't want to stand out too much and stand out on her first day of school. Even today, Azmya takes public transportation after previously asking. She just wanted to be an ordinary student, even though her father provided a car and driver. She didn't want it when she arrived at her new school. She would be seen as excessive and afraid that she would be considered a super spoiled rich kid. She just wanted to be an ordinary student without having to stand out because of her parents' wealth.
Azmya arrived at school 30 minutes earlier than the school's start time. Before she went to the Principal's room. Azmya walked around every corner of the school while getting to know the school environment she was going to live in. The school is very large and it's the same area as her old school. There are 3 main buildings each of which building has two floors. And there was a ceremonial court, basketball court, futsal court, there was a tennis court too. The environment is cool and comfortable, because of the many shady trees.
Apart from the main building, Azmya saw a long building to the east of the main building. Looks like it's a school canteen or food court because you can see a lot of students who are downstream homecoming looking for breakfast it seems. Several students glanced at the Azmya curious because indeed Azmya's behavior looks like a new student transfer. Some male students even whistled when Azmya passed.
Do not miss the gazes of the female students whispering to each other. Azmya tries to ignore it. From the start, Azmya had intended that she didn't want to make friends here. Let her only spend more than a year here without having to deal with other students. She does not want to friends and does not want to experience unpleasant events at this school first.
Even if there were students who approached her and asked hers to be friends, she didn't want to too familiar is quite a formality. She just wanted to spend her high school days here without problems.
Without realizing it, Azmya is already at the very back of the school. There appears to be a high fence wall that borders the school. It is about 2 meters high and no barbed wire as schools usually anticipate students to jump outside to ditch. But Azmya sees a wall there is a footing that can be a pedestal to jump. Without thinking, Azmya climbed up and climbed the footing, she wanted to see the situation outside.
After climbing, she looked outside and saw that it was a large, empty lot. Azmya turned her gaze to all directions of the empty land. Not far from there, there is a path that leads to a highway like her. She felt that this area was often used as a place for truancy. Before she had time to get off, she heard the noise of several people behind her, not far from her.
"Don't be a genius kid, you know, you're just a poor kid!" Shouted one of them.
Azmya turned and saw a male student sitting on his knees in front of three other male students who seemed to be doing a mob attack.
Azmya already knows that what is happening is bullying. Things that are probably all over the place in school often happen. She's also the one who did that. Azmya was about to pretend not to see and was about to leave the place. She did not want to be a witness to the action and did not want to interfere.
"Forgive me, Yan. I promise I won't be like that again, please forgive me?" Heard the voice of the male student who was sitting on his knees.
"Aiiissh. Just shut up. Yan, don't listen, just beat it! He'll look up!" Said the other who was big, his voice sounding the most fierce.
"You know, as long as you go to school here, you don't mess around and act a lot here, and don't annoy us a lot, your mother won't be able to trade in this canteen anymore!" Threatened the man who was called Yan.
Until here Azmya hears it that her ears are hot enough. Why is that guy threatening him like that?
Can his parents who own this school speak like that? If it's true that means him. He is Mr. Arya's son named Yan Grazian, she had heard from her father.
"Yan, don't talk too much, we tell him to buy cigarettes again, as usual, my mouth is sour," suggested the other who was taller than the other two friends.
"I'm not satisfied if I haven't punished this child, there's still a cigarette in Farrel's bag," answered the man named Yan.
Azmya saw the face of the sitting male student bowed without fighting as the male student named Yan grabbed the collar of the male victim's uniform and lifted him to his feet while stabbing his head. Azmya sees him unable to bear it. Unconsciously she lost her balance. And …
Craasssshh.
"Aaaww."
Azmya falls from the fence and her voice catches their attention. As fast as lightning Azmya woke up and saw they had caught her.
"Hey, sorry to surprise you. I'm a new student, um, I just moved here!" Said Azmya trying to relax.
Their faces looked slightly surprised. But when they saw Azmya from toe to head. Azmya can be said to have a high height of 175, has a good body shape because she joined karate and basketball classes, not to mention the sweet oriental mix of Sundanese faces makes them a little stunned especially the three of them.
"What are you doing. Oh yeah, I bet I see this place is used to make truants, huh?" Azmya asked, pointing to the wall of the fence she had climbed earlier without paying attention to those who were dumbfounded. And can only nod compactly.
"It's fun. Later when I want to go from class, I know the place ... hahaa!" said Azmya casually laughing without seeing their astonished expressions. New students change schools but already have the intention of skipping school. How dare they think.
"Oh, I am Azmya, a new student in this school!" continued Azmya, holding out her hand. Then they are also scrambling to greet it.
"I'm Yan." The male student who had smashed someone's head. Azmya stared with a broken smile. Her initial guess was correct. He is Mr. Arya's son.
"I am Farrel" greeted the male student who was the biggest.
"I'm Oscar," continued the tallest and most athletic boy who was almost his height.
"Nice to meet you. Oh yeah, what class are you in?" Azmya asked but she glimpsed the faces of their bullying victims staring at him and looked surprised for a moment then lowered his head.
"Class XII C, what class did you transfer yourself?" Asked Yan.
"Same then, I'm also in class XII but I don't know what class, oh yeah, I heard that someone has a cigarette?" Azmya asked, making everyone stutter.
"Ah, I heard wrong. How could we have a shop?. If the teacher caught him, he could be punished," said Oscar.
"You are Farrel, aren't you?" Asked Azmya. The one asked nodded with pleasure. Azmya asks for Farrel's bag. As if bewitched by the charm of Azmya Farrel obeyed and handed over his bag. Azmya checks his bag and finds a cigarette pack.
"Yes, I found it!" Shouted Azmya happily. Everyone panicked seeing Azmya's action to open the pack of cigarettes. Inside was a cigarette left. Without thinking Azmya took it and tucked it on her lips.
"Where is the match?" Asked Azmya to relax. It was as if she was used to smoking.
They make a fuss seeing Azmya's brave behavior like that. They think they have to meet female students who can be used as truancy partners and partners smoking.
"My mouth is sour, what if this shop is for me, I'll replace it with a pack of cigarettes, okay!" Said Azmya without any burden.
"Yes, you can. What can you do!" Yan replied.
"But sorry, I missed the match, after all, we usually never smoke here, the fire alarm might sound because there is cigarette smoke," Farrel replied.
"Oh, well, it's a shame, even though I want to smoke!" Said Azmya pretending to be sad.
"Alright, next time we take you to the place where we smoke, there is also our girlfriend who likes to shop, her name is Iren, I'll introduce you to it later!" Continued Oscar
Azmya exhaled roughly.
"How about this, I don't want to have many friends, what if all of you be my friends in this school," Azmya offered, patting Yan's shoulder slowly.
"And I … I have one request for you!" Continued Azmya trying to familiarize herself.
"What is it, I hope we can do it. If you want to be my girlfriend, I want to!" Yan teased.
Azmya just smiled wryly.
"What the fuck. You have Iren. What is clear is that the chance to be Azmya's girlfriend is just me," said Oscar.
"It's good, I also want it," continued Farrel.
"Mention your request?" Asked Yan impatiently.
"Because I don't want to have many friends here, but I need someone that I can master alone" Azmya replied, looking at the face of the male student he didn't know his name yet. But the look in his eyes made Azmya unable to hold back from staring at him. That face with sharp eyes but why couldn't he fight against these three thugs. His height is probably around 180 cm but why in front of these three thugs is he just like a helpless mole.
"What do you mean, we don't understand?" Asked Yan.
"I need someone who can help me do my homework, do my teacher's assignments, I need someone to make lesson notes, yeah people I can order around that, I want to be your friend in exchange, you can just calm down to be friends with me, I can give you anything. Facilities that you might not have, I can give it all, "said Azmya.
"What, I just heard something like this. Are you a rich kid?" Asked Farrel.
"Not really, but you can't answer my request, in return I will not report this to Mr. Arya," Azmya threatened, glaring at Yan.
"What, don't joke around, you don't know who I am?" Yan said.
"Of course I know, you are Yan, Mr. Arya's youngest child, right!" continued Azmya. Of course, it surprised Yan if Azmya could know his true identity even though she was a transfer student.
"Your Dad knows my daddy too, just ask!" Said Azmya confirming Yan.
Yan also thought for a long time.
"Okay, okay. Is that all?" Asked Yan arrogantly. "You can't use that excuse for us to obey what you want."
"If you can drink. I added that you can buy things you like, how simple and interesting is my offer?" Asked Azmya convincingly.
"You want us to be lackeys like that. What can you order?" Asked Oscar doubtfully.
"Impossible, I see you have someone you can sacrifice" the choice of the word "sacrifice" that Azmya used adds to the horror and scares their thoughts as he is cruel to their brains. Azmya shifted her gaze and gestured towards the boy student. Of course, it was greeted by their laughter.
"Do you want him to be your lackey?" Asked Yan, unable to hold back his laughter. While the person meant he stared sharply at Azmya without being able to say anything.
"Just love Yan, yet we don't lose, we get rewarded and we also don't have to worry about dealing with this cute child anymore!" Continued Oscar.
Yan only looked at Azmya in surprise and search. He was full of doubts and was a little careful about what he talked about.
"You want to pay dearly. Just want him to be lackluster. I'm suspicious, maybe you are a drug dealer who needs a delivery agent?" Yan asked which immediately made Azmya laugh. But the boy who sat up was hit by a hot ball when he heard that.
"Do you want to know why?" Azmya asked back. Then Azmya brought his face closer to Yan which made Yan feel awkward. Azmya gave him a teasing smile then he whispered something in Yan's ear.
." Don't mess with me, I'm a karateka with a black belt," whispered Azmya in Yan's ear.
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