Moros, following Malissa, swaggered into the school like he owned the damn place. If he had enough money, he certainly would have blown it into a million pieces.
As a poor youth however, all he could afford was his fantasy thinking about the demolition act for free. It was certainly not as good as the real thing would be, but he did not complain it was good enough for the worn-out soul of a teenager plagued by school.
He entered his classroom with the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He walked down to his seat, looking around with more than a healthy dose of pride.
"Look at me.." he thought… "I am the famous Chickwithbigdick. Bow your head you are in the presence of the next greatest streamer."
And the crowd went totally mild, not giving a damn about the delusions of a certain teenager. They were not aware that a famous streamer with 20 viewers, who had just started last night was sitting this close to them.
Such a world-famous celebrity being in the same class as them? What were the odds behind a coincidence this big?
The students simply preferred to do their normal everyday thing, instead of rushing at Moros and bombarding him with questions.
As a streamer this hurt his pride more than anything else, how dare people have hobbies and other interests? Could they not realise the true greatness that stood or sat before them?
Moros found a likely explanation rather fast. These people were clearly not single enough and possessed enough sense of self worth to look for women online…or they were just too poor for even that.
Him being completely irrelevant and inconsequential did not cross the mind of Moros. The others were always to blame, not the newest, rising streaming sensation Moros, Chickwithbigdick, Terra.
Surely his teacher would come in and be awestruck by his newfound aura. If these peasants could not do so, than a man of his calibre would certainly be able to.
It did not take long until a teacher arrived in the classroom.
Moros had never seen that man, but he had full faith in his ability to find out just how special of a person the descendant of the Terra family truly was.
Much to the surprise of the self-perceived celebrity his teacher did not fall to his knees and ask for a signature, while grovelling at his feet. No, the teacher actually began to start the lesson and talk to the class as if he was nothing special.
"HOW DARE HE."
Moros swore to seek revenge for the injustice he had faced here, this blatant disrespect would be paid back by his 20 followers.
It was too late to seek forgiveness and apology now. Actions had consequences, Moros laughed like a maniac into the class-room, drawing the attention of almost everyone.
But, mere moments later they already looked forward, since it was just one of those random things that Moros Terra did from time to time.
It was something best ignored as there was no purpose behind any of these acts.
The lecture passed by without any problems as Moros was way too busy being in his own, new streaming world to hear any of the words spoken.
Once Moros had claimed that this world was interesting to him and he would listen to every word they say and learn for life. Of course, that much was still true to this day…it was just that earning money as a streamer was way more interesting to him than just random words.
Education was important but money was importanter.
Malissa looked at Moros with a questioning gaze, wondering what he was up to now? Was he still thinking about ways, to extract more money out of her from her streaming endeavour?
She gulped, it was never a good sign if Moros thought about a thing that much. Most often it did just end with an idea way too insane to pull through. That did not stop him from trying to set it into motion.
Last time she did not keep an eye on him, he had actually nearly started his own dating service with her used as bait to lure in both men and women. For some he even tried to make a little 1-1 meetings clear.
Moros did not seem the type that he had nearly started a prostitution service in the name of earning money.
The guy just saw money and did not know what real people paid him the money for. Either that or he really did not care as long as he was not caught. Unless his money was on the line, he was hard to motivate to do otherwise.
Regardless of what stupid idea his mind cooked up at this very moment, Malissa vowed to stop him before he could do any real harm to himself, to others or to her money.
She, too, did not want to see her hard-earned money be taken away by the endless, greedy hands of her best friend that loved money way too much.
Seeing his best friend eye Moros with a wary gaze, he came to conclude one thing…his best friend wanted to take away his viewers.
"That ungrateful bitch."
Moros had worked long and hard for his viewers and he would not allow someone like her to take them away with her real chest. He knew just how alone his audience was, just a glimpse about the meat carried there and these people would lose all their free will.
He had to stop her in her tracks, else the damage done would not be something he could ever recover from.
Moros needed a plan to stop Malissa from coming up with a scheme to win over all the viewers he had made in a few hours of streaming and insulting people.
THEY WERE HIS…HISSSSS!
His first strategy would be to simply feign ignorance, he was just a normal person named Moros Terra and his secret identity was Chickwithbigdick.
He needed to be careful so that people would not recognize him on the open streets, since he was rather well-known and famous. Moros needed a disguise, maybe some glasses and a wig… nobody would recognize him then.
It was perfect, he needed to play it safe. Act cool, act like everything was normal. Only then would he be able to stream and stay safe…while it was near impossible, he needed to ensure that nobody connected the dots.
Maybe they were just playing ignorant, to keep Moros thinking that he had never been spotted, while everyone already know…they just would take advantage of it later on.
These people were truly clever and dangerous. It was even more important that he acted like he did not know that they know. Else they would know that he knows that they know that he knew…and he knew that that would not end well.
Moros had learned his lesson and so he only spent the rest of the day, acting like he was paying attention, writing notes down and participating as much as possible.
Of course, he was merely trying to keep the others in a false sense of security. He looked at their every moves, trying to see what their next plan would be.
Though he had to admit, they were good─like, really good. Despite searching for even the tiniest detail that would give them away, he had not found even a subtle hint of their sinister plans.
He did not give up, but all of his effort were not rewarded as even after the time passed. These people acted like they knew nothing about him, entirely unaware of his 20 followers.
This really was a tough battle, but Moros was certain he would be able to convince them that it was all just a lie.
Moros packed his things and tried to move to his next class, far away from all the people that were after his viewers. With a hasty step he walked outside the door, waiting behind.
Ready to catch the rest of them in action.
Yet, no one came. They all were busy talking about many other things, but not streaming or him. It was as if he was just grasping at straws─but he knew he was right.
The minutes passed and out came only Malissa, shocked at Moros that was waiting behind it like a stalker.
"What the everloving fuck are you doing here, trying to kill me?"
Moros shook his head and turned around to walk away. This had not work out as intended.
"You would not understand..:" he kept on muttering…"You would not understand."
This plan of his had been a bust, but he swore he would capture them in the act. Because in this school he was now the coolest and he would never forget that fact, even if the others acted like they were not knowing the extent of his fame.
The school day might pass slow, but he would not falter and his secret would never be exposed.
He swore to the heavens and on the money that he would earn. He would keep it a secret.
A grin flashed over his face, as stressful as this feeling might be, of always being watched…it felt like it was more than just an act, it was a chance for him to play a fun game with people that thought they were so much smarter than him.
He could hardly wait to prove them wrong!