[ May 28, 2 hours after that alleyway incident.]
" Yes, it seems we have some business to take care of."
A man in a black suit standing 185 cm or 6'1 tall was standing right by a little boy who was knocked out.
The black suit male was leaning on the wall calling somebody.
{ So, that's what happened? And you said it came out of nowhere, and now he is in a somewhat light coma?} A young male on the other side of the phone.
" Yes."
{ And? Who had done it?}
"A boy named; Andrew."
There was a brief silence on the other side of the phone.
" Is there a problem? Young Master."
{ No, take my brother back here. My Sister and I will take care of this problem. And by the way, is the name Andrew, right?}
" Yes, no doubt about it. That's what that girl said who was with him."
{ Oh, so it will be good if I bring my older sister to this}
" Yes, young master."
{ Ok, goodbye and be safe}
Then the male in the dreadlocks hung up the phone and looked at the boy on the floor.
" Damn, Connor, your bro Dj didn't save yea this time. But next time, I got yuh!"
So, then the man with the dreadlocks called Dj. He is now carrying the crown-headed boy named Connor. Then both started to leave the alleyway.
[ May 29, at time of 5:20 am. In Andrew's bedroom.]
" Damn it."
Andrew is in his house alone. His family had been gone for a few years of "business" days.
Sophia Morgan had been gone since last night.
They had a few drinks and snacks they had bought, and then she decided to go home at the time of 9:25 pm. So as of now, Andrew is alone.
Suddenly a phone started to ring on the bed on Andrew's left side.
It was a flip phone, Andrew's flip phone.
Andrew decided to pick up the phone and saw an unknown number inside it.
"?"
The number had all x's and no sign of an actual phone number.
"..."
Andrew was thinking should he answer the phone? But it responded by itself.
Andrew was shocked by this fact and could only understand that his phone got hacked.
{ Hello, hello! This is the older brother of that kid you punch.}
" Oh... Sorry?"
This call also becomes silent as well.
But the fact that Andrew doesn't know who this is but also knows who he punched.
He doesn't care what happens to other people if they aren't inputting themselves to others with gratitude. ( He just hated that he got punched in the face for no true reason.)
{ Sorry? you are just saying that you are sorry? Do you have any respect? }
"..."
Andrew was withdrawn in his thinking of his understanding of respect.
He knows that respecting people is the right thing to do, but what happens if everyone thinks you are disrespectful? Or at least to the one you harmed.
But if he continues thinking about respect, he will start getting a headache.
" I don't understand what you are trying to say." Andrew groaned.
{ Andrew Arcvonten!!!}
Andrew's full name? Who was this guy? He seems to know Andrew a whole lot. This doesn't have the meaning of the fact that Andrew probably harmed a kid to the point where the parents would have known of the person who had done it.
However, Andrew was in a feared state.
He didn't know what to do.
" Who are you!?!"
{ Seek me after school in the shed in the back of the school field; Today.}
" S-Sure!"
{ I'll test you and show you respect! }
The call has ended.
Andrew was irritated by what suddenly happened at that moment.
Any would who didn't seem to know the knowledge of others' morals or understandings.
But he had a feeling of goosebumps all over his body. Then he got his phone and then looked at the time.
It was 6:30 am.
He had until 7:20 am to get to school and he knew it would take him fifty minutes.
" Damn it!!!"
He got up and ran out the door without thinking to get his backpack. He only has his wallet and his 20% flip phone.
" Oh gosh! Hope I don't run into anybody 'cause I'm going full speed!!!"
As then, Andrew ran out the door.
[ May 29, at time of 6:05 am. In a windowless private office.]
" That Arcvonten! But to be honest who names their kid that?" The boy sighed in intensity. " But still he was the one who punched Connor in his face? Even when Connor got up he said that when or before he got punched everything was black."
The boy who was in a super designer wheelchair had got up and when to the door of his office.
" Ok... I think it's time to go to sch-."
While he was walking to the door it suddenly blows open in front of his face. He didn't know that someone was running up to his door from the outside.
He fell back on his head.
" Hey bro! Are you going to fight him???" Connor yelled while running through the door. " Oh, damn are you ok?"
" No Connor." The boy said.
" My bad here take my hand."
When Connor reaches his right hand out. The boy who was on the ground quickly grab it and then pull Connor to the ground making him hit his chin.
"Ow!!!" Connor screamed.
"That's why you don't fuck with me," The boy answered in a provoking tone, " I knew what you were about to do and of course, I'm going to fight him."
[ May 29, at time of 7:10 am. Three blocks away from the school.]
Andrew was running at top speed for a like forty minutes and he had no way of slowing down. As he was running, he almost got hit by a car while he was trying to cross the street.
" Shit that was close.".
However, Andrew didn't stop his fast paste and just kept on running.
He saw a girl meters away from him and it was Sophia Morgan.
" Watch out!" Andrew yelled from ten feet away from Morgan. " Move Please!"
Sophia looked in that direction and saw the boy yelling at her and then just standing there waiting for him to get to her.
As of like 1 meter away from him she let her arm out to embrace Andrew in a motherly hug.
" Sophia move I'm going to hit you!"
And then Sophia kicks a tiny rock that was by her and then the rock went under Andrew's shoes.
He didn't know that this was about to happen to him.
As Andrew started to trip, he fell into Sophia's breasts.
" Hg-h!"
" Oh, Andrew what are you doing?" Sophia teased, " Why are you in my J-cup...breasts."
Andrew tried to move but the Sophia hold his head into her breast and kept talking about how Andrew is being a pervert.
Then...
He got himself away from her even though she is physically strong.
"What are you talking about your breast for?!?!" Andrew remarked. " You did that on purpose didn't you!"
" Somewhat."
" Crazy..."
It was 7:19. He made it but he wasn't inside, so he was trying to make it to class before he gets a headache of his homeroom teacher said something.
" Oh, let me see what time it is." Andrew resumed.
It was 7:25 am.
" Grr..."
" Hey Andrew, we're going to be late. What are you doing?" Sophia interjected.
" Sooopppphhhiiiiiaaaaa!!!!!"
[ May 29, at time of 3:56 pm, In Andrew's last period class.]
Andrew was standing by one of the two classroom doors. And Sophia was standing right by him.
Like everyone else they were wearing headphones and stuff while he was just standing there.
He was thinking about how his morning was. That very morning of what he was feeling. The respect he was supposed to know.
" Hey, Andrew you all right?" Sophia asked.
" No not really, I feel like am starting to be the guy I didn't use to know."
" What do you mean by that?"
" What I mean is that I am no different from anybody else. Do I know any type of morals? I'm just a guy who thinks he is better than everyone else. I don't care about the meanings of things before you came around but as of now, I feel like I have a heavy guilt."
" Hey, don't be like that," Sophia replied. "I'll always be here for you, no matter the time and place."
" I appreciate that," Andrew replied, " Thank you so much for that."
" You welcome."
Then, Sophia hugged Andrew on his side.
As then a random boy looked in their direction. Sophia gave a death stare at the victim.
" The fuck are you...looking at?" Sophia whispered in that direction.
As of then, the bell had rung in the whole school. Andrew says goodbye to Sophia to started to walk in a different direction to meet that boy who called him earlier this day.
" Damn it, it seems like I can't even call him back," Andrew said to himself, " It seems like I can only meet him over there."
As Andrew started to walk faster while having his has in his pockets and leading frontwards. He was determined to show the way of someone who doesn't fit in society.