Miller and Watson entered the bustling cafeteria, their stomachs growling with hunger. They joined the line, patiently waiting their turn to purchase their meals. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, tempting their senses and fueling their anticipation.
Suddenly, a tap on their shoulders jolted them from their thoughts. They turned around to face a boy, his demeanor radiating an air of arrogance and aggression, his eyes bore into theirs with an unsettling intensity, a silent challenge that hung in the air between them. The boy was a first year Student like them.
The boy stood before Miller and Watson with an intimidating presence that demanded attention. His physical appearance matched the aura of aggression and arrogance that surrounded him.
He possessed a tall and lean frame, his stature exuding a sense of youthful energy and athleticism. His well-defined muscles hinted at a dedicated to physical fitness. This gave him a deceptive strength that belied his apparent size.
His stance was confident, his body language poised with an air of superiority. The way he held himself conveyed a sense of self-assuredness, as if he believed himself to be invincible. Each movement he made was deliberate and controlled, a display of his martial prowess.
The boy's face bore the marks of youth, with sharp and defined features that accentuated his overall look of dominance. His eyes, cold and piercing, seemed to carry an intensity that mirrored the fire burning within him. They darted with a mix of arrogance and determination, never once wavering from their target.
His hair, meticulously styled, added a touch of rebelliousness to his appearance. Dark and tousled, it framed his face and accentuated his angular jawline, further emphasizing his strong and imposing presence. Every strand seemed to be in perfect place, a reflection of the meticulous attention he paid to his grooming.
He wore a fitted attire that accentuated his physique, consisting of a black shirt and pants that hugged his body. The choice of dark colors added to his aura of mystery and dominance, contrasting sharply against the vibrant colors worn by the other students.
His fists clenched at his sides, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The calloused knuckles spoke of countless hours spent honing his combat skills, a testament to his dedication and relentless pursuit of strength.
As he spoke, his voice carried a cold and commanding tone, each word laced with an undercurrent of aggression. His words dripped with entitlement, as if he believed himself to be above reproach.
In his presence, there was an undeniable aura of danger and unpredictability. The boy exuded a raw intensity that could send shivers down one's spine, a reminder of the potential for violence that simmered beneath his seemingly calm exterior.
The boy's physical appearance, coupled with his unyielding confidence, made it clear that he was not to be underestimated. He was a force to be reckoned with, a living embodiment of power and aggression. This person was Jason Turner
"You know what i need" Jason Turner said.
"What do you need, Jason" Miller said.
Jason got offended that a weakling First Year Student like Miller would call him by his name. When they arrived Jason Immediately went to visit some of the second years Students and they had demanded that he get money from some of his fellow First Years Students because of his intimidating appearance.
BANG!
Jason did not reply, but he had used Miller's face to smash a table in the cafeteria.
"Oh My" Many of the Students said in unison as they saw what Jason had just did.
(NOTE: IN THIS MILITARY SCHOOL ALTHOUGH IT WAS NOT ALLOWED FOR STUDENTS TO FIGHT, THE SOLDIERS WOULDN'T SEPERATE A FIGHT UNTIL SOMEONE'S LIFE WAS IN THE LINE).
"I said give me your money!" He said as he removed Miller face from ontop of the table.
Miller threw a punch. The way Miller sent his fists, it was evident that he wasn't a skilled fighter. Jason, on the other hand, dodged the blow easily...
BANG!
BANG!
Jason gave Miller two punches to the stomach. Miller fell on the cafeteria floor with shame, he couldn't raise his head. He knew he was weak, but for some reason, he felt like he could try his best to fight this bully; Jason Turner. When he meet Jason Turner in the bus, he didn't know he would become his first Bully in this School.
Miller had been bullied several time in his previous School he wanted to change that here, by fighting for himself. No matter how smart Miller was, he was still very weak physically.
COUGH!
COUGH!
He coughed twice and so did little blood leave his mouth.
"Do you also want some" Jason Turner said in an harsh tone to Watson.
Watson knew what he meant. Watson was really scared of beating, he immediately gave Jason Turner the money he had. Jason also took Miller's money.
Miller stood from the floor and gave him his own money. Jason Turner left the cafeteria like nothing had happened. it was like he only had eyes for Miller and Watson.
Amidst the pupils in the Cafeteria, one of the girls looked at him with a strong desire. That girl was Emily Pemberton.
Miller and Watson left the cafeteria Immediately after the incident. Miller didn't even bother raising his head because of shame, he vowed that when he got Stronger, the first Person he would defeat would be Jason Turner; His first bully at this school.
And From that day, Miller Edward grew a strong hatred for Jason Turner.
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