I predicted this would happen so I was not surprised, but I still couldn't help but feel heartache for my book. It was a cheap, plain notebook, but it still costed me fortune, okay? He could've just ripped the part of today's homework, why did he have to rip the whole book?
Yes, I'm a miser. I was poor and an orphan, what did you expect from me?
After ripping my book into pieces, he threw them to the floor. He walked up to me then kicked my chair from behind. "Clean it. Be quick before Mrs. Gabrielle comes in. It's your book after all."
Wow. After making such a mess of my book, you were saying it's mine to clean up? Utterly shameless.
Suppressing a pot of anger in my stomach, I stood up and started picking up what's left of my book, before throwing it into the dustbin. As for the rest of them, I swept it using a broom.
"Hahaha! What did I tell you, Boss? She is too stupid and easy to bully," said a guy. I think he is my classmate but I don't know his name.
"She is a pushover. You can order her, torture her, or kick her around and she will not give a single complaint!"
"I should say she knows her place well. That's the least she can do for other people who are bothered by her."
Fueled by his followers' encouragement, Harry sneered at me. His eyes are full of mockery. "You should feel grateful that this young master even bothered to pay attention to you at all."
"That's right! Say thank you to the young master right now!"
"Kneel and say your praise to him!"
I snorted inwardly. I never even kneel in front of my Grandpa, why should I do it for the likes of you?
I pretended to be afraid, as I took a few steps back backward. Harry noticed it, and seeing me being submissive seemed to switch his bully mode on as he strode towards me in big strides. He grabbed my shoulder tightly as he smirked. "Are you afraid of me? Good. You should be."
Harry was a head shorter than me, so I needed to look down if I wanted to face him. Harry seemed to find it humiliating for him to be stared at from above by me, so he pulled me down, forcing me to bend down. Then, he looked at me with a gaze that made me felt uncomfortable.
"Now that I look at you, you are not that bad. I have the urge to do good today, so how about being my fifth girlfriend?"
I needed to suppress the disgust that came crawling as hard as I could. My ears felt like it was infected by some kind of bacteria, since it suddenly itches for no reason. I wanted to slap his smug face with the broom.
"Boss, are you serious? You are too kind!"
"Please think twice, Boss. She is not worthy of you. Heck, she is not worthy of anyone!"
"Don't be fooled by her pitiful act. She had dirty blood running through her veins. A noble person like young master shouldn't involve himself with a lowlife like her."
"She is unworthy and ugly! A poor orphan with black and questionable background like her could only serve you as your servant at most!"
Okay, those words were too hateful. My blood was boiling with rage. Should I show them what this 'dirty blood' can do?
I imagined a scene where I smashed each of their heads open with a broom, making blood splattered all over the class, and miraculously, it calmed me down.
I forced myself to smile weakly. "I don't dare to wish to be your girlfriend."
Harry was a person with a big ego. He thought the world revolved around him. It was easy to coax and manipulate him. After all, without his family's power and wealth, he was nothing but a spoiled, mean boy with mental sickness.
Every time he saw me being so obedient and submissive to him, it would inflate his ego even more. He came to me every time with a bruised ego and left with a satisfied smile. Just imagining me being his girlfriend was enough to make me want to vomit. I'd never do it unless a horse miraculously turns into a chicken!
He laughed at me so hard he got tears in his eyes. "You really think I'm serious? Dream on!" He said as he pushed me by my shoulder.
I was a person with a good temper. But sometimes, I was itching to teach these degenerates some lessons. When Harry pushed me, my brain was working in a split second, as I used the opportunity to ram the tip of the broom I was holding to his chin.
There was a loud smacking noise. Receiving the full force of my 'discreet' attack, Harry stumbled backward with his eyes rolling to the back. He eventually fell down and landed with his back lying on the floor. He passed out with blood flowing out from his gaping mouth.
I didn't smack him that hard, but he passed out? Did I just kill someone with a broom?
While I was standing there with a confused expression, his followers' already down on their knees surrounding Harry. They were panicking while at the same time didn't believe their boss was just knocked out by a girl. I should say, that was so satisfying to watch.
A wave of commotion filling in the classroom. Many exclaimed in surprise, but most of them just laughed hard as they enjoyed the spectacle. Harry's personality wasn't even close to a likable person, so even if they detested me, they still found it enjoyable to see him suffer. They won't dare to oppose him directly for fear of his family and their influence.
We were in the same situation, but I guessed in the end, money talked the loudest, huh?
Harry's followers glared at me angrily but didn't say anything. Of course, could they blame me for a little 'accident'? The one who started it was Harry, after all. Without Harry around, they won't dare pointing their finger carelessly, lest they bring trouble to themselves.
The commotion this morning spread quickly among the students. In no time at all, I became a girl who almost killed a guy with a broom. I even got a new nickname. They called me 'Pig Slayer', and instantly put me in the bad spotlight. Harry will surely come back to harass me later on for this.
Ah, the headache...