"I don't believe it"
"Well you should, Daniel" Dylan huffed at his little brother who was teasing him nonstop.
Two days have passed after the massive humiliation Frudi had caused for Dylan. Daniel, Dylan's little brother, was currently not in the country and Dylan decided to video call him and vent out his feelings.
"Danny, I got punched by a girl and it hurt so much! I kept thinking that I should plan my revenge"
Daniel burst into another fit of laughter. It took a while before he was quiet. "Nah man, I think she's interesting. How old is she?" Daniel asked smiling.
"I don't know, dude. If she's a freshman, then you both are the same age"
"Alright. I'll be back in two days. You really have to introduce my sister-in-law to me" Daniel immediately disconnected the call to avoid Dylan's reaction to his remark.
Dylan, on the other hand decided to sink into his school work. Although he is known for always being frivolous about things, his school work was his first priority making him a top student.
He was popular with the professors and the ladies but he was known for being rude and foul-mouthed.
"What in the world are you thinking about, dude?" Elias, Dylan's best friend put a hand around him.
"How did you get in?" Dylan ignored Elias's question and just went straight to interrogating him like he was a burglar caught by the house owner. "Answer me, amigo!" The house owner's interrogation turned into something that sounded like threats as he stood up from his chair.
Elias swallowed hard looking at his friend. Dylan was plain scary when angry. Dylan was tall - about 6'3 while Elias was 5'9 putting him at a disadvantage which wasn't a new thing judging that Dylan was better than Elias at a lot of things; be it fans, studying, talents and looks Dylan was first but when it comes to sentimental things like kindness, love and keeping relationship, Elias was a pro.
"You told me the password! Don't you remember? Last month, I was helping your drunk ass get home and well... You should be thanking me" Elias explained using all the boldness he could muster but suddenly Dylan started laughing. "You should've seen your face. Dude! You were downright scared"
"Of course I was." Elias hissed slumping on the sofa. "By the way, I came to remind you that you're the head hazer and the one-month SOTUS thing is starting day after tomorrow"
Dylan sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on the floor as Elias shared the news. "You're the new head hazer, Dylan. The juniors fear you, and it's perfect. You'll be in charge of the SOTUS hazing, and everyone knows you're the son of a really scary man."
Dylan didn't respond, his mind consumed by the weight of his family's reputation. As the son of a powerful mafia boss, he was expected to embody fear and respect. But the memory of Frudi's defiance two days ago still stung. She had stood up to him, challenging his authority, and it didn't sit well with him.
Elias noticed Dylan's silence and nudged him. "Hey, you okay? This is a big deal, Dylan. You'll be in charge of the SOTUS hazing, and you can't let anyone disrespect you."
Dylan finally looked up, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking about how to make it a success."
But his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake off the desire for revenge against Frudi, who had dared to challenge him. Dylan started brainstorming ideas, but Elias shot them down one by one.
"Dumb, Dylan. You can't just sabotage her stuff or confront her. That's not how you handle it. You need to be smart, strategic."
Elias leaned in, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Use the SOTUS hazing to your advantage. Make Frudi's life hell during the hazing, and she'll know not to mess with you. You can give her the toughest tasks, the worst punishments. She'll learn to respect you."
Dylan's eyes lit up as he considered the plan. "You're a genius, Eli. I'll make her regret ever crossing me."
He started imagining the possibilities - Frudi struggling to complete tasks, Frudi facing punishments, Frudi learning to fear him. A slow smile spread across his face as he thought about the power he held.
And with that, the wheels were set in motion for a revenge plot that would unfold during the SOTUS hazing. Dylan would make sure Frudi knew her place, and he would stop at nothing to assert his dominance.
Later that day, Dylan walked alongside Elias to their afternoon class. As they turned a corner, Dylan accidentally bumped into Frudi, causing her books to scatter on the ground.
"Watch where you're going!" Frudi snapped, her grey eyes flashing with anger.
Dylan's eyes met Frudi's, and for a moment, he was lost in their depths. He felt a strange jolt, as if he'd been punched in the gut.
Frudi's smile was vicious. "Well, well, well. Look who's clumsy. Pick up my stuff, senior."
Dylan instinctively bent down to gather her books, but then snapped out of it, standing up straight. What was he doing? He shouldn't be taking orders from her.
"Hey, freshman, show some respect," Dylan growled, trying to regain his composure.
Frudi hissed, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Or what? You'll haze me? Please, I'm shaking in my boots."
She quickly gathered her books and walked away, leaving Dylan and Elias staring after her.
Dylan's hunger for revenge tripled. "That girl is asking for it," he muttered, clenching his fists.
Elias chuckled. "Dude, you're so whipped. You can't even handle a little attitude from a freshman."
Dylan glared at him. "Shut up, Elias. This has nothing to do with that."
As they walked to their next class, Dylan couldn't shake off the feeling that Frudi had gotten under his skin. He was determined to make her pay for that, to show her who was boss.
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The sun beat down on the field as the freshmen from the Arts faculty gathered, chatting nervously among themselves. Dylan stood at the front, Elias by his side, as they handed out t-shirts and name tags.
"Alright, let's move it along!" Dylan called out, his voice firm but friendly. "We've got a lot of people to get through."
The line inched forward, each freshman receiving their t-shirt and name tag without incident. That was, until Frudi reached the front.
"Size?" Elias asked, holding up a stack of t-shirts.
"Large, please," Frudi replied, her grey eyes fixed on Dylan.
But before Elias could hand her the t-shirt, Dylan intervened. "Medium," he said, his voice firm.
Frudi's eyes narrowed. "I asked for large."
Dylan smirked. "Medium's the largest size we have. You'll have to make do."
Frudi's gaze locked onto Dylan's, a spark of defiance igniting in her eyes. "I don't think so," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'd like to speak to the person in charge."
Elias snickered, but Dylan's expression turned cold. "I'm the person in charge, freshman. And I say you'll wear the medium size."
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Frudi took the medium-sized t-shirt from Dylan. "Fine," she said, her voice sweet but her eyes flashing with anger. "But I'm sure I'll find a way to make it work."
As Frudi walked away, Dylan felt a shiver run down his spine. He had a feeling he'd just made a powerful enemy.
"Dude, you're playing with fire," Elias whispered, nudging Dylan.
Dylan shrugged. "She needs to learn her place."
But as he watched Frudi walk away, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he'd just underestimated her.
"Well, that was fun," Elias said, nudging Dylan. "You really know how to make friends."
Dylan rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Elias. Let's get out of here. It's been a long day."
As they packed up the remaining t-shirts, Dylan couldn't shake off the feeling that he'd just made a mistake. Frudi's parting words echoed in his mind: "I'm sure I'll find a way to make it work."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Elias asked, as if reading Dylan's thoughts.
Dylan shrugged. "No idea. But I don't like it."
Elias chuckled. "You're just mad because she stood up to you."
Dylan scowled. "I am mad but I'm more cautious. She's mysterious, ugly, annoying and I dunno... Strange"
Elias smiled cheekily. " She might be everything you said but she's not ugly and you proved that, You were lost in her eyes"
"No! I wasn't. She just has grey eyes and they're practically rare" Dylan picked up one of the boxes and started walking away while Elias followed suit.
As they walked off the field, Dylan glanced back over his shoulder. Frudi was nowhere to be seen, but he could have sworn he saw a shadowy figure watching him from the trees.
"Let's get out of here," he said to Elias, quickening his pace.
Dylan couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched. 'Did his father make a new enemy. Why was he being watched?'