Vincent sat aloof for a few seconds, honestly, he was tempted to do otherwise but what would become of him?
Now that he had this kind of power and could change his fate permanently, he had to be careful and intentional so that he does not fall away from his 'moral standards'
With such resolve to stick to the good manners and way of life that he had learnt from his grandparent Vincent was able to avoid keeping the rest of the money for himself.
He took his cross bag and hung it across is torso as the name insinuated. With a new shoe for school – what seemed amiss was his uniform but that would be ready today.
Even with tracksuits, Vincent was astonishingly dashing.
Everything unnoticeable about him suddenly shone with brilliant sparkles.
He was like the lower case of god sculpted into a lean marble statue. An embodiment of divine beauty in dilapidated attire.
The tracksuit was lit!
He glanced around his room once more, everything was as it ought, books stacked on the table, is clothes folded into his bag, the dishes washed and a nice flowery scent filling the air.
He loved to meet a neat house anytime he came back from school. Plus, with what he had planned for school today…
'Let's hope I come home first…'
If he didn't get kidnapped and beaten to near death with what he was going to do in school today.
Anyways, what will be will be. He was not about to cower because of some bunch of overgrown highschoolers.
With purposeful strides, Vincent made his way to school.
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This morning like every other, vibrant and colorful faces filled the street, reflecting the brilliant star of the day.
They crawled through the streets of the school and into it like ants.
Some were being dropped off by luxurious cars, walking majestically into the school.
Just like the day before, eyes licked Vincent, whispers lingered around him.
But he decided to care less, if there was anything Vincent had learned about Mereung; it's that they never stop.
They were rich sons and daughters who derived fun and purpose in everyday gossips – Vincent had even questioned if these ones were ever interested in education or were doing it to save their parent's face.
Although he hung onto that notion for awhile after reaching Mereung, when his first exam result he quickly abandoned the thought.
It was because there was an incredibly rich heir in his class, who never listens to the teacher, always sleeps in class and yet he became the first in class.
It was unbelievable and unacceptable for Vincent at first, he was compelled to believe the boy must have bribed the school or something.
However, if it was that easy to bribe the school then he wouldn't even be staying at the second place, perhaps he would be the last.
He also wanted to be careful not to give himself flimsy excuse so as to walk out of the one-sided competition that this guy posed to him.
For it to become his goal, he had to accept the reality that this lazy individual is a genius and one day he would beat him.
Vincent settled into his seat at the back and watched as his self-obtained rival dragged himself into the class, bag like briefcase, slumped over his shoulder, white hair roughed and his sleepy eyes closing slowly while he went to his seat.
Vincent's eyes stayed on the third role fourth seat, the guy dropped his bag on the floor and rested his head on the table.
That was all, he would end up being like that for the rest of the day, even during lunchbreaks and class.
No teacher dares to wake him, well except their homeroom teacher. She's fearless and does not care about anything, which is one of the many reasons Vincent loves her.
His fat friend strolled into the class from the back door and settled on his seat, immediately he dropped his backpack, he leaned towards Vincent.
"Besto friendo how are you today?"
Distracted from his stare, Vincent threw an irritated look at him.
Even so, the fatty's face was smiling. Like he just didn't know how to get the hint.
Most time Vincent was at the very least trying to be nice, he would scowl at him, ignore him – only for this round guy to come find him again the next minute.
He was like a pest Vincent couldn't get rid of… and it was kind of annoying and super stressful.
"So, I was inspecting and trying to figure out what could have happened…" The boy adjusted his glasses, giving him the 'legendary detective that just cracked a supposedly uncrackable case' look.
"…after carefully putting the hidden pieces together, I have come to a conclusion" he paused, adding tension to the weight of the nonsense he was about to spit.
He leaned closer to Vincent and whispered:
"You have awakened superpowers, haven't you?"
Vincent sighed and shook his head he was about to look away when he remembered.
His face was contorted by whatever he remembered, shooting at the fatty with a disturbing degree of interest.
Even the fatty was skeptical and scared a second at the way Vincent suddenly looked at him. It was a kind of look that Vincent had never shown.
His smile was pretty but also creepy at the same time.
"So fatty… ugh sorry what's your name?"
The fatty looked intensely for a couple of second, confusion etched heavily on his face.
Vincent had never talked to him, and now he was even asking of his name… to him… he felt like:
'Have my consistency and never giving up soul finally paid off?'
"Levi…My name is Levi Lee"
'How can he have such a cool name?' Vincent question internally.
"Well the thing is Levi…"
'Oh my God he called my name! he's talking to me!!'
The insides of the fatty went haywire, oblivious to it, Vincent continued without pause:
"…I want you to help me with something."
The fatty nodded his head like a doll and stared purposefully into Vincent's eyes as he spoke:
"Can you gather all the bullied kids in our grade… I want it done after the school, make them wait around, I have a surprise for them."
Levi frowned worriedly,
"That's a strange request. And after school is another unfavorable time for them. You know that the period when the bullies start working is after school, so most of these guys would probably storm off to their house to avoid getting caught."
That made a lot of sense, even he would have used to do the same thing when he was being bullied.
Vincent placed his hand beneath his jaw, thinking deeply about the best way to go about it.
"But I have an idea on how to make it work."
Vincent looked at him.
"And what could that be?"
"We assemble them in the name of fear…"
Vincent squinted his eyes in the bit to understand what the fatty was saying.
"You know I'm the one that is usually being sent to fetch them, sometimes, I intentionally delay myself to allow them run away. Of course, Roger always ends up beating the trash out of me for losing them. But if I wanted to get all of them before they went home, I know how to…"
He looked at Vincent interestingly.
"I just have to go earlier than usual. When they hear their being called by Roger of Ferdinand, they won't be able to run home out of fear and have no choice but to follow me" He affirmed.
Vincent leaned back for a moment and thought about what the fatty had said.
'Is there any need to go that far?'
All he wanted to do was share them money… and maybe say a few words of encouragement to them.
He wouldn't lie, after hearing Levi speak, he was beginning to feel incline to protect them.
He was just like them once and he pitied them. But it wasn't like he has everything figured out already.
This is just his starting point.
The fatty leaned once again, whispering:
"By the way, do you really wanna do this?"
"Do what?" Vincent looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I'm not sure but summoning them under 'his' name will bring trouble."
Somehow, a palpable pressure tinged with the fatty's words, Vincent lowered his head contorting a frown on his face.
His heart skipped a beat but he quickly put himself to place.
"At some point in our lives we have to cast away all fear and take a bold step… one that could change our lives forever, the fear to take such step is what leaves many as weaklings"
He shifted his gaze to the front as their homeroom teacher entered the class. Levi stared at him, renewed flames of resolve burning in his eyes.
'I have decided not to become a weakling, no matter how many times I have to take that bold step…I will do so over and over again with no fear. If I will walk in hell, then I will walk like I own the damn place!'