Yohan's POV
The Next Day…
I was sitting outside the school when a guy came up to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the envelope he handed over.
“I was just told to give it to you,” he replied, then took off running.
I opened it and read:
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Dear LMSBK,
Meet me on the rooftop. If you don’t show up, I’ll know you’re a coward—but I’m sure you’ll come. Good luck!
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Curious and irritated, I headed to the rooftop, where I found BANS waiting for me, standing smugly.
“What are you planning this time?” I asked.
“See this?” she replied, holding up a necklace.
“That’s mine!” I said, shocked.
“Oh, I just happened to pick it up,” she said casually.
“Give it back,” I demanded.
“Not so fast. I’ll return it on one condition,” she said with a sly grin.
“What condition? I’ll do anything; just give it back!” I answered.
“Anything? Great. You’re going to be my assistant for a week,” she said with a smirk.
“An assistant? But I’m a guy,” I protested.
“Fine, we’ll call it Mr. Assistant. Deal?” she said, laughing.
(I couldn’t believe this girl. I’d get back at her somehow.)
“Can’t we change the condition?” I pleaded.
“Nope. Take it or leave it,” she said, turning to leave.
“Alright, fine. But you’d better keep your promise,” I said.
“Of course, I will. Do I look like someone who wouldn’t?” she asked, smirking.
“It’s pretty obvious,” I shot back.
“Then let’s get started—right now,” she said, motioning for me to follow her.
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In the Classroom…
“Yohan, sit here next to me,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied sarcastically, taking the seat next to her.
As our history teacher started lecturing, I diligently took down notes.
“My hand’s cramping already,” I muttered under my breath.
“This girl… I swear…” I thought, grinding my teeth.
“Yohan,” she called.
“What is it, ma’am?” I replied, putting down my pen.
“I’m thirsty. I want some water,” she said casually.
“I’ll grab it from the canteen after I finish these notes,” I replied.
“I don’t want canteen water. Go to the mall and get five ice creams and a pack of chocolates to go with it,” she insisted.
“Wow. She’s really milking this,” I thought, frustrated.
“You’ve got two minutes. Hurry up. I’m thirsty!” she added.
“But the mall’s far—I’ll need more time,” I reasoned.
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I Love my Bully
RomanceLovely Bautista, known for her manipulative and intimidating behavior, thrived in an environment where people feared her influence. Her beauty and social status amplified her control, leading others to either follow her or face her wrath. She ruled...
