As he got closer, he shoved Travis back since he was in the middle and stood where he was, putting his arm around Lauren's shoulder while the other guy did the same with Ashley.
Travis was surprised since he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. He looked at the person who had pushed him in shock.
"What's up with him?" he thought. Travis walked forward and pulled the guy by the shoulder.
"Yo, bro, you got a problem?" Travis asked firmly.
The blonde guy had originally intended to brush it off, but he was surprised when he felt his whole body move back from the slight pull.
"Why is this kid so strong?" he thought as he was pulled.
When his friend saw this, he moved away from Ashley and went to stop Travis, trying to move his hand away from the blonde guy. But it didn't budge.
The blonde guy was now standing in front of Travis. They were both the same height, leading to a tense stare down. Meanwhile, the black-haired guy stood on the side, looking uncertain.
"I asked if we got a problem here?" Travis inquired, tightening his grip on the blonde's shoulder. The blonde winced in pain and turned towards his friend, who was busy trying to intimidate Travis.
' I wish this doesn't end like some Disney fucken movie' Travis thought.
Here you go:
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"No, we don't. Now could you please move your hand?" he asked of Travis, who complied, moving his hand away.
The blonde guy sighed in relief as he held his shoulder, which was still aching. "I'm gonna beat this kid up," he thought.
He balled his fist and was ready to throw a punch at Travis, who was still staring at him without flinching as he saw him raise his hand. When the blonde saw the cold glare in Travis's eyes, he shuddered a bit, feeling his blood run cold.
"What's up with this kid?" he wondered.
"Hey! Stop!" A prefect came jogging toward them. The blonde saw this and quickly dropped his arm.
"It's only the first day, and you guys are already fighting," she said, her tone stern.
The blonde turned towards her and smiled, saying, "Nah, we're just talking. We have to go now. Alright, see you later, bro."
He and his friend walked away, leaving Travis and the others standing there. The prefect sighed and turned to Travis.
"You're a first year, right? You shouldn't bother those guys. They aren't good news. You should hurry back to class before the bell rings."
They nodded and started walking away.
"At least we didn't have to fight. I wasn't looking to get a record on the first day," Travis thought.
"Are you alright?" Lauren and Ashley asked in unison. Travis smiled and nodded, saying, "Yeah, he didn't do anything. We should hurry back."
They walked back to class, the tension slowly fading away as they resumed their day.
They went back to class and sat down, continuing their conversation.
"We should exchange numbers, guys. So we can talk when we're home. Here's mine," Lauren suggested, holding out her phone.
Everyone agreed, pulling out their phones to exchange contact information.
"This way, we can stay connected and help each other out with homework too," Ashley added with a smile.
"Yeah, that sounds great," Travis said, feeling a sense of camaraderie as they saved each other's numbers.
Suddenly, Travis felt the need to use the bathroom. He got up, telling them he'd be back. He walked towards the bathroom, and upon entering, he was immediately hit by the cloud of smoke coming from a vape.
"Man, I hate vape. But I'm not gonna judge. It's their life," he thought, taking a quick piss and trying his hardest not to inhale anything.
When he was done, he washed his hands. While washing his hands, he found himself listening in on a conversation.
"This year's freshmen are quite hot, bro. I can't wait to find myself a nice, timid girl who'll let me do anything to her," one guy said, his voice filled with arrogance and a hint of malice.
"Ahaha, you of all people? I'm sure no girl here even wants to look at you," another replied, his tone mocking as he made the group burst into laughter.
"Alright, why don't we have a bet?" the first guy suggested, his frustration evident as he tried to regain some dignity.
"Yeah? What's that?" someone asked, intrigued, leaning in closer.
"If I get me a freshman by the end of the month, all you fuckers owe me a favor that you cannot refuse," he declared, trying to sound confident but revealing a touch of desperation.
"Okay, but what if you don't? What do we gain from this?" one of the guys asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a bit of skepticism.
"I know! Send us pictures of your hot sister, bro. What was her name again? Vanessa, right?" another chimed in, his tone lecherous.
"Yeah, do that. We want your sister's pictures," someone else added, echoing the suggestion with a chuckle.
"Alright! It's not like I'm going to lose anyway. I better go look for my victim now. I'm out," the first guy said, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly eager to leave.
"Yeah, he's not gonna do it," one of them muttered as the door closed behind him.
"I know, but hey, either way, that's what we want, right?" another replied, laughing loudly along with the group.
Travis shook his head, feeling a mixture of disgust and disbelief at what he'd just heard. He walked out of the bathroom, trying off the unsettling conversation.
"What is this place? A Korean manhwa?" he thought as he walked back to class. While walking back, he saw two people standing outside the class door.
When he saw who they were, his blood began to boil.
It was Ashley and the guy from before, standing there laughing together. Seeing this, Travis began to smile.
"Well, who knew he'd aim so close to me?" he thought, his smile hiding the anger simmering beneath the surface.
* Ding *
[ Mission 2 - Make John suffer
Reward ( $3000) ]
' Wow. So quick. How am I going to make him cry though. That's the question. I guess I'll have to take his target before he does' he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED