CHAPTER 18
Having to sit through the class was somewhat torturing, perhaps the reason was because he was very anxious about what he wanted to do.
Vincent stared at the window, observing the clear blue sky and the visage of the streets as some middle schoolers walked home.
It was not news that some delinquents would find a way to escape school before the closing time.
'Seriously, someone needs to fix these kids…'
Vincent was almost inclined to take up the necessity to be a hero but he knew better.
In a time like this, all he needed was his dream–which seemed far off before but with Blu everything was now a different story.
What he could not dare to think of before was now within his grasp. All he just needed to do was gasp it for himself.
Vincent sighed and looked away from the window, brining himself back to class as their P.E teacher addressed them.
The man was a single bald man with totally nothing to do with his time. Vincent especially hated him not because he talks too much but because of his tenacity around their homeroom teacher.
The man wouldn't just give up, and lurked around her like a viral disease.
It was infuriating to watch sometimes.
'I should consider beating him up…' Vincent allowed a few delinquent thoughts and smiled at the imagination of it.
"What's funny oh? Punk!"
The class looked back at Vincent who stared bug-eyed. He bowed his head and apologized:
"I'm sorry sir… I was day dreaming."
In a situation like this the correct call was to make himself a fool.
Vincent had only been in Mereung for a few months but he was understanding how things worked at a terrifying speed.
What else to expect from a prospective lawyer.
The man hissed and continued addressing the class. He was talking about the new sports that was introduced to the school.
Mereung was not a school of sports, they placed high value on academic excellence but recently a change came.
The new principal was a sports director of some large university and seemed to have taken the role of a principal as relaxation—at least that was what Vincent thought about it.
Because, what other reasons will a sport director accept the job of a principal at some high-school.
He came by and introduce several sport to the school and it turned out to not be a bad ideas.
These rich girls and boys were awfully interested in it. Each sport club were to appoint a leader today so the P.E teacher was addressing them on it.
Vincent wasn't sure what he was saying but he did hear the part where he addressed the students and told them about the basket ball team.
At that point both their eyes met.
But Vincent looked away quickly. Basket ball or no basket ball, he wasn't interested in any sports whatsoever.
But he suspected that he wouldn't have it easy refusing. Since he had suddenly grown due to 'puberty'.
The sound of the bell rang at last. It was the last bell to ring in the school until the next day.
Vincent turned his head to remind Levi but the fatty's seat was empty.
'When did he leave?' Vincent wandered.
He stood up casually as the other students also did. None of them waited for the P.E teacher before they started walking out of the class, talking to each other.
'I have to pick up my uniform before going to meet them'
Vincent strolled downstairs to the staff floor. Everywhere was still bustling with students.
Apart from them just closing another reason was probably because of the club captains that would be chosen.
'Tomorrow, they'll probably start recruiting.'
Vincent thought as he walked into his homeroom teacher's office.
The young lady as usual was buried in a pile of paperwork, however, the moment she saw Vincent a pretty smile formed on her face.
Vincent felt his heart shoot for the skies. A badump higher than the usual.
Her flawless porcelain skin glittered even in the shaded room. She spared him little to no glances but his heart fluttered regardless.
"Please, I'm very busy. Kindly take your uniform on the table there"
She said quickly and turned to the next page of what she was doing. Inspecting the words with frightening focus.
Vincent bowed respectfully and picked up his uniform. It was packaged in a uniform. He looked at her one more time before saying:
"Goodnight ma'am"
"Uh take care."
She responded without looking at him, waving her hand briefly.
Vincent felt his heart squirm with pain, seeing her busy was so unbearable for him.
'My crushhhh' He cried internally and left her office.
While he was on the stairs, heading downstairs, he squeezed the uniform into his cross bag and went to the back corner of their building.
Just like Levi had promised, some students were gathered around, squirming like worms, not able to look up.
Vincent pitifully shook his head at them as he got around.
'To think I was like this once'
Levi saw him and came closer to whisper:
"I have arranged them as you ordered. They still don't know the truth, they all think the bullies are the one calling for them."
'Makes sense as to why they are all shaking with fear like this.'
Levi added:
"I was not able to bring some… they proved stubborn and refused to follow me."
Vincent nodded, he didn't expect everyone to be around before. The lesser the better.
Right now, they were around seven of them. The money should be able to go round.
He looked at them tentatively before clearing his throat.
"I presume you guys know me…" He started.
One of them in glasses looked at him, then another with a buzz cut looked… others slowly raised their head, sparks of recognition glinting in their sullen faces.
"Yes, I am Vincent, a bullied kid like you…" He paused and smiled, "...well until yesterday."
He could notice traces of curiosity on their faces the moment he said the latter part. Even Levi was curious.
Without them asking, he continued:
"Well, I almost killed myself actually. I'm sure most of you have been down this road before."
He paused and took some time to breath.
"I was this close to killing myself." He supported his words with a signal of his thumb and index finger very close to each other.
"But then I saw myself for the fool I was. I am scared to confront these guys but had the courage to confront death. Tell me… which could be more deadlier, some lame ass high school bullies or death."
"Death certainly. I can't even think of dying." One of them responded.
The mood slowly shifted as Vincent continued, they were becoming relaxed.
"Exactly. Yet I confront it. I was about to die but I thought to myself. Vincent! If you can think of dying what is stopping you from being brave enough to face these bullies even if it costs you your life."
All of them focused on him with an amazing degree of interest.
"...at that moment. I decided, I was not going to die. Not today! Instead, I would confront them. And so the next day came… Roger came to my class with his underling. They were about to hit me but suddenly my hands flew wham!"
Tension shook their hearts as Vincent demonstrated 'wham!' with a throw of his fist.
"What happened?" Another asked, immersed in the story.
"What else? My hand landed on his nose. That one punch was what I needed to become a freedom fighter. Immediately, that punch landed, I thought to myself. Vincent, you landed a punch on this guys."
They paid attention to him with unwavering focus.
"That flimsy punch created a foundation that built me in seconds. Then I threw another, another and another. Super fast! I didn't stop throwing punches until Roger was lying on the ground."
They all stared at him, appalled.
"So the rumors are true? You defeated Roger."
Vincent giggled villainously, and shook his head.
"No… not just Roger my friends. Yesterday, I also put Ferdinand in his place."
All of them gasped.
"I see… so Ferdinand must be serious then. He really did get beaten by a lowerclassmen."
A sound reached them from behind Vincent. Everywhere soaked silent, Vincent slowly turned to see a red haired, average height fine boy.
He arched a brow, asking:
"Who are you?"