You Found Me
I got suspended for two weeks from school, they did too. I just know for a fact that when I'm allowed back school, it's gonna be hell itself.
The police turned a blind eye to the incident, why? Because the girlfriend's father is the goddamn police chief, a stupid one too, it only took a few drops of tears to convince him that his daughter was the victim, and that all they've done is self defense.
Self defense my ass, self defense doesn't leave the attacker collapsed and writhing on the floor covered in blood.
I didn't go to a hospital, I only bandaged up my wounds as my household couldn't afford medical attention.
I have no relatives, just a mother, never even knew what my father looked like, he ran away after impregnating my mom is what I heard happened.
My mother's income is enough to keep us alive, pay for my education, but that's about it, we live an austere lifestyle which I hope to change.
But with my reputation at the moment, will there even be anywhere that would accept my application for a part time job? I'm known as the guy who sexually harassed the town's police chief's daughter at the moment.
My mother was also aware of how hapless our situation is, she hopes for a school transfer but that wouldn't work, everything about my reputation is negative, it's basically impossible to find a school that will actually accept me as a student.
After two uneventful weeks, I'm allowed back in school, in fact it's mandatory that I go, it's parent-teacher conference day.
Before we leave for school, my mom reassured me that nothing will happen now that those brats' parents will be present.
Arriving at the school, I can feel eyes staring my way from every direction, and heard unfriendly gossips about me.
"That's him, the guy that supposedly sexually harassed the chief's daughter, and broke his boyfriend's nose with a compass."
Overly detailed of a gossip there. I gazed at the direction where the voice came from, it's my junior, but also the eminent prodigy of the school, Sean Anthony that's gossiping about me to who looks like his father...no, bit too young, probably his uncle.
He could never understand me, why I did those things that looks horrible superficially.
Everyone's heard of that guy, near perfect scores in every exam, if not perfect, came from a wealthy household, national champion in badminton and chess, he even joined the debate club of this school last year then instantly brought the first first place trophy of the school back.
Someone who lives so high up can only look down at people like me, they will never perceive the world as I do, it's no wonder why he would gossip about me disrespectfully like that.
His uncle was staring at me firmly after his explanation, just like absolutely everyone in every corridor, every classroom, every corner of this school.
"I have to use the restroom." My mom said to me after the catastrophic parent conference is over.
The teacher was ridiculously harsh on me for my actions, but my mother refuses to believe any of it, so a large argument broke out until eventually my mother just advised us to leave the classroom.
I'm sitting all alone faced with all the stares from the surrounding crowd now, and it's nerve wracking, it's frankly embarrassing, I feel so wronged, so misunderstood.
"Oi." A large, muscular men that has the appearance of a delinquent sat next to me, outrageously close to me with no regards of my privacy.
"You the brat that punched a hole in Vincent's nose?" He asked with a threatening tone.
I had heard his father was a feared man in the community, famous for his one against many fights, thus earning a respected reputation amongst delinquents and gangsters. He has a nickname for his fierce fighting style and his undefeated status in fisticuffs, The Town's Tiger.
My palms starts to sweat, my body starts to shiver, anxiety's kicking in, is this gonna end the same way as that day?
I froze, I couldn't even nod my head in response to his question, I simply hung my head to conceal my panic.
"I'm talking to you, oi." He leaned forward, placing his face centimeters away from me and his arm around my shoulder, not in a comforting way.
At this point, I don't even wish my mother will return to pull me out of this situation, he probably won't let me go just because another adult is present.
If this is the life the world has bestowed upon me, ending it might be the best idea...I'm nothing but a burden to my mother, and there's not a speck of enjoyment in my 17 years of living.
"Yo what's happening here, you're not his parent." An unfamiliar voice comes from close up front, probably standing right in front of us right now.
"This brat yours?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure not yours either."
I have my eyes closed the entire time, so I didn't know what exactly was going on, but the arm that were placed on my shoulders were lifted.
"Do you know who I am?" His father asked the strange voice.
"I do, you're someone who's not his parent, he brought his mother here."
"You got some guts man."
I slowly and anxiously opened my eyes and lifted my head to get a grasp of the current situation in front of me.
It's Tiger and...Sean Anthony's parent.
"Tryna start a fight?" Tiger asked.
The two men looked equally matched, both tall and atheletic looking.
"No! No no no! Why would I? Just scouting for talents for my shop." Sean's parent said in a light-hearted manner, as if he's not being threatened by the man standing mere inches in front of him.
"How about you scout elsewhere, this brat ain't no talent."
"Then why are you talking to him? You're not his parent and you're not particularly friendly either."
The commotion caused nearby students and parents in the corridor to stare in this direction, making it difficult for Tiger to escalate the situation into his specialty, fisticuffs.
"You're lucky we're in public man, next time things won't go so smooth." Tiger threatened Sean's parent one last time right into his ears.
"Gotcha, you didn't have to get so close, I can hear clearly." Sean's parent still looking unwavered.
With a scoff, Tiger walks off to pick his son up from the classroom next door. When I turned to their direction, I could clearly see him with his bandaged up nose, gritting his teeth at me before turning his back.
"Uh...uh thank you." I muttered.
"Imma assume you thanked me, thanking my nephew over here's more appropriate though." He said then a small teen walked out from his back, that's the 13 year old genius prodigy himself, Sean Anthony, wearing a curious expression.
"He told me about your situation, and well let's just say I feel you're an excellent pick as the cashier in my cyber cafe."
"Huh?"
"Figured you could use the cash, money is a man's biggest motivator after all. 12 dollars hourly, how does that sound?"
"Huh?"
"We're just down the street from this school, called One More Game, come over if you're interested. Oh and uh, my name's Magnus Anthony by the way, I own that cyber cafe, you will always find me there."
"Huh?"
"Well then, see ya!"
"Huh?"
And they just walked off, huh?