Chapter 2- Percy

I was going through my Instagram feeds looking at pictures of hot girls. It bored me out of my mind. My dad had been pressuring me into completing my forms for this year's BBC competition since it is a silver year. Something along, let's keep our legacy and reputation intact.

I was at the meeting with my friends and others from other schools about BBC. They were stating the rules and regulations for the club. I know more about it because my dad tells me stories about his high school days. It was very interesting.

The club, bad boys' club formed about 24 years ago by a group of bad boys. It all started with a bet, a dare, and now it's a competition. We are about 30 boys competing for 55 levels for points every year. It started from this school, clover high among the bad boys in the school. A bet about who can do this and who can do that.

According to my dad, it started with a bet on Alan's mom, the wife of Mr Watson, Evelyn Watson. she was an uptight black woman who takes studies seriously. No one dared to hit on her. So when they placed bet on her with an enormous amount of money, everyone wanted to know who is the bad boy.

Then Mr Watson used the tutor-student method. A method where you pretend not to know anything about the subject and assigned to one of the best student to tutor you. Then spent time together, then boom. She gave her virginity to him.

' Though it wasn't easy'. He had said.

'It took me about four months, all you need is patience. I nearly called the bet off'.

They didn't believe at first, so he showed them the sheets, then he won the bet. It surprised most because they tried doing romantic dates for her, but none of them could get her to bed.

It crowned him the god of bad boys.

Unfortunately, she had to leave for Africa since she was an immigrant. She left, and no one told her about the bet. My dad told me he heard she was pregnant with his child and he felt guilty about it. He chased her down to Africa, ignoring the protest of his parents. he got married to her, and they had three children. Since then he became one of the most respected and responsible man I know.

They formed the club because people come for advises about girls from him and all went successfully when they got to know about him taking responsibly at the young age of 18. But in reality, it was just for fun.

The second person to be crown as a king of BBC, was my dad. He was a nerd and usually get bullied. So when he heard about it, he told Mr Watson about him not having his first kiss. He had a crush on a girl but couldn't approach her. Mr Watson gave him a makeover and gave him some smart moves about ladies. He thought it was too late because the girl was already in a relationship with a college guy. But when my dad had the makeover, the girl started visiting my dad and even cheated on her boyfriend with him.

That was how my dad left the legacy of being a nerdy-bad boy. He called this method, transformation. Later on, the club passed on from bad boy to bad boy.

The reason my dad wants me to take part was because of the Watson's family. They've won thrice.

First their father, Greg Watson, then Jake Watson and last, Alan Watson. The other is a girl, so I think they are waiting for their grandsons to take over. They all have it in their blood. Now my dad wants me to follow in his footsteps.

No female knows about the club. They have rules you have to follow. They also help when a colleague is in need. They have connections all over the world.

I stood up before they finished the meeting. I didn't want to bump into some old friends.

I looked at the online forms on computer smiling at it.

Name: Percy Cameron Sanders

Age: 17

School: clover-field high

Status:badboy

picture:



Please read the terms and conditions:

BBC would like to have access to your CCTV camera's, phones and OTHER

electronic appliances for a brief inspection.

BBC would like you to access files with your specimen signature and fingerprints to prevent any foreign intrusion.

Would you follow the three simple rules?

Rule number 1: don't sell your friend out. Betraying your opponent can cause riots.

Rule number 2: for every level produce an evidence. To ensure that you really completed your task.

Rule number 3: don't tell anyone about the club even if it's to save your life.

Because the club will take care of the consequences caused.

I agree to abide by the rules of the club. I swear to secrecy, protection and to defend the club with my life.

All terms and conditions applied.

Do you agree to the terms and conditions stated above?

YES✔ NO

Hell yeah!

After a minute of loading, a rectangular dialogue box appeared.

BBC would text or email you with your code for entry into the website as member. Thanks for signing up for the competition. You will hear from us soon.

I fell on the bed lazily and sucked in a long, deep breath.

I just sold my soul to the club.

Oh god!

This year will be a long one!

*****

"Have you registered for the BBC competitions?" Khan asked me. He's always curious about these things. I know he wants to participate but there is an obstacle preventing him.

"Dude you know he had been waiting for this moment his whole life." Derick replied.

"shut up derick. Yeah! I did. Why go to a meeting and not participate. And my dad would never let me have peace without it. I probably think. I'm the first to register since all of the Watsons boys are done competing." I answered surfing the internet.

"Talking of the Watson boys, their sister now goes to our school, cloverfield high" Derick replied. He has sources that supplies him with gossips.

"I've never seen her before." Khan answered.

"Me too." Derick added.

We all stared at him wide eyed. He knows everybody. Well I shouldn't be surprised. The Watson brothers are very protective of their little sister because of their reputation as bad boys and with girls. The last time I saw her was in middle school. She doesn't go out. No parties, no sports activities. I doubt it if she even has friends.

I saw that they were all looking at me this time.

"what!" I got to know what they were waiting for.

"The last time I saw her was at middle school. They use to call her black Alice"i answered.

"She is the black Alice?" Derick exclaimed.

"That's what I remember because there were three Alice in our grade, remember. and she was the only black one and also likes wearing black clothes to school. why?" I replied.

I remember because I use to have a crush on her about her obsession with black. All the girls in our class goes for red, blue, pink and violet. She only goes for dark or black things.

"Dude! You are smiling" they both burst into laughter.

"No I'm not" I asked confused.

Or was I smiling?

"Yes you were." khan said. I believe khan. He always says the truth. Not saying I don't trust Derick, he always jokes with certain things.

"Whatever! back to BBC, have you all registered?" I asked them.

"As for me you know I'm Right behind you. I don't know about khan" he pointed at Khan.

"Well, my dad would be angry if he gets to know the things you guys would be doing, I can't."

Khan malik and his family came here not long ago. I met him at freshman year. How we became friends is still surprising to me. we are completely different. He's the religious type and I'm the gang going type.

Not that I'm in some gang but people see me as such. I don't want to pretend to be something I'm not because my parents wants me to be or some shit.

This is who I am!

He found out about the club as soon as he arrived but swore he wouldn't spill. And I trust him for that. He's the smartest one among us and Derick is the dumb one but when it comes to girls, Derick Is smart. I guess everyone is unique at what they do.

"So Alice Norton is coming over. She just texted me." Khan gave me a pity look as Derick announced. "Sorry dude I kind of told her you are back." he confessed.

Dumb, you see what I was saying.

So much for ignoring her.

I'm doomed.