Bad On Another Level

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The first period dragged on for what seemed like ten hours — which was perfect because I had heaps of time to plan how to get rid of this Stefan Chase, but not so perfect due to the fact that I desperately wanted to put my genius plans into action!

What were these genius plans of mine, you must be wondering? 

Well I can't tell you, otherwise you'd probably call 911 to report me as a potential serial killer or to send me to an insane asylum.

I was mad — that was one thing for sure, but not the clinical mad. I was raging, ears-fuming, blood-boiling mad! I worked so hard studying for these exams, pulled countless sleepless nights and even sacrificed my leisure time for them!

I put all my blood, sweat and tears into my academics, only to be suddenly shoved off my throne by some newbie called Stefan Chase?!

Oh I'll show him 'Chase'! I'll chase him away so far that not even Google can find him!

Unconsciously grumbling profanities under my breath, I didn't even realise that my Sri Lankan friend, Eromi, was hissing my name until she jabbed my side with her ruler.

"Ow!" I shrieked, rubbing the side of my hips. "What was that for?"

"Look." Eromi eyes motioned at my desk, and with a quick glare at her, I finally looked down at my desk, only to have my jaw slacked.

I stared in horror at the large, noticable hole I've unconsciously carved into the school's wooden desk with nothing but the tip of my once-sharp HB pencil.

"Oh shi—" I almost cursed when suddenly, Mr Granger's eyes landed on me. "—taki mushrooms!" I smiled innocently, covering the hole from his view as casually as possible.

He looked at me suspiciously for a split second, before turning his head away. Thank God that I was his favourite student.

"Alright spill the beans, Acharya." Eromi interrogated in hushed tones.

"What beans?" I shot her a weird look.

"Don't play dumb with me, missy! A hole like that must take a lot of rage to build, so tell me — what idiot dared to mess with you?"

Meet Eromi — my close friend whom I didn't hang out with at school, but literally told each other everything whenever we did. Just like her name, she was very understanding, clever and fun to be around. She was very pretty and tall as well with her rich dark skin, dark brown eyes and straight, long black hair and a stature of 1.7 metres tall.

She was right — anyone who dared to mess with me would be an insane idiot. Not because I suddenly became some sort of warrior whenever dared to mess with me — no. In fact, quite the opposite. I would probably pee my pants if someone came to beat me up. It was because I was in the same group as Zara Aldi, thus no sane person would ever even utter anything offensive at any of her friends.

Zara Aldi was no force to be reckoned with... Unless you wanted to end up in hospital — or worse, depending on her mood — on your death bed.

Trying to keep the colourful curses from escaping my lips, I gritted my teeth as I replied in shame. "I am no longer rank number one in the entire school."