I opened my desk, and it's full of trash again today. This has been happening since the moment I arrived at this school on sponsorship. It's ridiculous that people would still be bullying others in university.
Such behavior should have been left behind in high school. It's disheartening that fully grown adults still indulge in such acts.
Unfortunately, I wasn't in the best of moods today. In annoyance, I picked up the desk, walked towards Fredrico's desk, and emptied the entire trash on him.
The whole class was shocked, but Fredrico looked angrier than anyone, like an angry lion ready to pounce on its prey. I could tell he wanted to strangle me.
"Are you crazy?" he questioned. "Why would you pour trash on me? Do you have a death wish?"
"Yes, I do," I shouted back. "Do you think I've been keeping quiet all this time because I'm easy to bully or I can't stand up to you?
If you expect me to kiss up to you like everyone else in this place, seeking to be in your good books and doing ridiculous things for you, then you've got another thing coming."
He looked stunned by my outburst, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment. He mentioned his family, as always. "Do you know who I am?" he stuttered.
"Yes, who are you? Tell me something I don't already know. Everyone sings praises about how your family is the second wealthiest in the city, but does that put food on my table? Why do I have to put up with you?"
"Look at me, young man, and open your ears. Tell your minions to stop messing with me. The fact that you don't get directly involved doesn't make you a saint.
You nag about how you hate to share the same air with a poor person like myself. Does being poor make me less of a human?"
"Yes," he screamed at my face. "Do you realize that if not for that old man insisting on me getting my education in this country, I wouldn't be in this space with you? Being in this school is frustrating enough; I can't bear to put up with a needy student like yourself in my class.
In case you don't realize it, this school is for the best in the country. We can't afford to have a beggar like yourself taint this environment. Everything about you is so cheap; even the aids in our house dress far better than you," he rambled.
"I will make sure you pay dearly for this," he shouted, storming out of the class. I hadn't realized I had exhausted myself bantering words with that jerk. I slumped in my chair, rethinking my actions. I could hear murmurs around me, questioning my courage.
I wished I could turn back time and not take out my frustration on him, but the deed was done. All I could do now was wait for the consequences of my actions. One thing was for sure: what I did couldn't end well.
It's better I take a break from school today and call in sick at work to regain my energy. I stood up to leave, but just then, Fredrico walked in with his bodyguard prancing after him, holding a shopping bag.
He snatched the bag from him and tossed it at me. It contained the clothes I had poured the trash on earlier.
"I want repayment," he blurted. I spun in his direction, really shocked to hear that from him. "What did you say?" I questioned in fear, hoping I had misheard him and he hadn't just asked me to refund him for his clothes.
The entire living allowance I get per month couldn't buy his jacket alone, let alone the entire outfit.
"Are you deaf?" he questioned with a mocking smirk on his face. "Why do you look so shocked? Can you not afford to pay for it, yet you ruined my clothes?"
"Fredrico, why are you trying to make life difficult for me? You know I'd have to save up my allowance for a whole year without touching it at all if I were to pay for the cheapest of your clothes.
Where do you expect me to get that kind of money from?"
He burst out laughing, and everyone else joined him. "Why do you look so tamed right now? What happened to the fierce lady who poured trash on me earlier? Rita, just so you know, the clothes you just ruined are a custom-made order from bougie and classy and I had barely worn it for two hours"
He's got to be kidding me. A shirt from that brand costs $1,500. I don’t need to inquire about the cost of the complete outfit. I know I can’t afford to repay him, so let me just beg him with the hope that he will let me go. I knelt and apologized to him.
“I’m really sorry, can you just let me go this once? I promise to live like a ghost henceforth, just let me go this once,” he was grinning and enjoying the sight of me making myself pathetic. “If you had not done what you did this morning,
I might have considered forgiving you in exchange for you being invisible, but you lost your chance already,” he seemed really happy at this point, to have been able to mend his ego that I bruised by embarrassing him earlier. "You're worth less than someone I could keep by my side.
I would have considered making you pay by serving me, but that would be a mild punishment. I will sell you to Club Sham, I hear they pay really well." I was mad hearing the gibberish coming from him. "Are you mad? Do you think you own me?
What makes you think I’m a commodity you can sell?" With a mocking grin on his face, he responded, "Watch me. You might not know this, but there are a lot of your type in there; you will feel very much at home. Being a prostitute will definitely suit you better than this."
“Riddle me, what did you write as your long-term dream in your statement of intention?” I looked at him with so much anger eating me up from within, but I know it will be better for me to not overcomplicate things for myself by making him angrier than he is already. So, I kept quiet.
He bent down and whispered in my ear “I hope you’re really good in bed, if you are, I might grace you with the pleasure of getting a taste of me”. I looked at him and what I really want to do at that point was grab his head and smash it on the wall.
The nerve of this bastard. I am done being apologetic at this point. To hell with him and his evil plot.
I made my way to my seat, grabbed my bag and left the class without saying another word to him but I could hear the loud sheering of my course mates praising him like he just saved a country by bullying me.
Rita’s POVHi there, I’m Rita Davis, a first-year student at Picaremore University in the bustling metropolis of Shenza City. Life wasn't always like this for me. I was raised as the only child by my father in Lacoste Town, a quiet little place far from the hustle and bustle of the big city.But ever since I lost my mother at the tender age of eight, things have been different.Growing up, I always dreamed of studying in Shenza City. It was a dream shared by many youngsters in Lacoste Town, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise ordinary existence.So, I worked tirelessly throughout high school, participating in every extracurricular activity, and achieving perfect grades to qualify for the coveted Picaremore University scholarship.When the scholarship finally came through, it was like a beacon of hope shining brightly upon me. I still remember the jubilation and celebration that ensued when I received my admission letter. Little did I know that my journey to Shenza City would be fraught w
The car continually sped past different buildings and the farther away we move from the familiar places, the more dim my hopes becomes. There is no point wasting my energy shouting, the car is tinted and with this speed, it is almost impossible for anyone to see my struggles.Not to consider the fact that no one would dare to stop a car of the Fidelis family.They noticed I have stopped struggling and exchanged looks after which the bodyguard stops holding me.After some time, the car was already in front of a big gate, the building before looks like a palace, so even if I have never been to a club before, I could tell that he did not bring me to a club like he has threatened.The gate swung open like a magic portal, letting Fredrico’s car cruise past the serious-looking guards into what seemed like a fairy tale land of luxury.The driveway was so smooth it felt like riding on a cloud, and the grass on either side was so perfectly trimmed, it looked like it belonged in a painting. Big
Fredrico's POVI made my way to the winery to get her some wine. I know it’s crazy to bring her to my house with such a cheap gimmick, but I know she wouldn't have it easy if I left her alone at school.If one of those people trying to curry favors from me doesn't harass her, my father will likely get wind of what happened and send his men after her.It's not the first time my father has been involved in dirty practices for revenge. He craves perfection, and if things don't go according to his plan, he leaves no stone unturned to destroy everything in his path.Our lives have been decided at birth, and despite being attracted to a few girls growing up, I know pursuing something with any of them would ultimately result in writing their death warrant, and that's the reason I've tried to conceal my feelings for Rita as well.I had to keep quiet and pretend that I hated everything about her, even though she's constantly looked down upon. I started tormenting her myself to make everyone e
I headed back to the living room to find her admiring the pot of red roses mother had gifted me when I got this apartment as my 12th-year birthday gift. My mother is a dominant person in the house, and her presence is rarely felt. Her only duties are to serve my father, accompany him to functions when necessary, and communicate his wishes to us.You can imagine how everyone would go to their mother when they are sad or dejected for comfort; it is not the case for my brother and myself. She is simply a great wife but not someone we can rely on because there is nothing, she can do to help us.Her eyes always look sad, like there are a million tales of sadness behind them. Growing up, I used to wonder what the problem is and ask her, but I have grown accustomed to seeing her sad eyes, which she always masks with happiness whenever she has to appear in public. But the moment she is back home, she blends perfectly with the furniture.She always gives me weird gifts on my birthdays, like a
She looked into my eyes, trying to gauge my honesty, and it seemed to work because her expression relaxed. She glanced at the wine, then back at me, nodding in dismissal."Fredrico, don’t you think you're being very cheap right now, trying to instill fear of the unknown in me just because you want me to take this drink? If you think I will fall for this cheap trick, then you do not know me.""This girl is just as stubborn as a cow. What will it cost her to just take the drink from me? Does she find me so untrusting?" I muttered to myself, pouring some more for myself and downing it again, loosening the tie that seemed to be suffocating me.Rolling up my sleeves, I faced Rita once more. "Rita, would you consider switching schools?" I began, but she was about to berate me again when I held my hand up to stop her. "Listen to me before you start nagging. It will be in your best interest to leave this country entirely.If you want, I can send you to the US, Canada, or any other country. Yo
I was shocked by the notification that popped up on my phone. My boss confirmed the leave I applied for.I was dumbfounded. When and how did I apply for leave without being aware? I called him, trying to make sense of everything going on right now.He picked up on the second ring, and I quickly asked, "Tim, what do you mean by you will find someone to replace me pending the time that I'm able to resume work? Nothing is wrong with me, and I’m perfectly fine. I can even come to work right away.""I’m sorry, I can’t allow that," he said, and I could sense fear in his apology. "The café is the only business that my entire family depends on for survival. I can’t bear to risk it for just a week of your absence, but I promise you that you would always have a place here whenever you're ready to return," he said, sounding very apologetic."Alright, Tim, but can you at least tell me what is going on?" There was a long pause before he finally answered. "I got a call from someone in Fidelis Group
Adam Fidelis reclined in his opulent office, surrounded by mahogany furnishings and adorned with exquisite works of art. Sunlight filtered through the grand windows, casting warm hues upon the plush carpeting.With an air of authority, he sat behind his expansive desk, meticulously flipping through files with practiced ease.As he perused the documents, his countenance exuded confidence and authority, every movement deliberate and calculated. His presence commanded attention, a testament to his stature in the business world.Suddenly, the tranquility of his sanctuary was interrupted by the arrival of his secretary, a poised and efficient woman whose every gesture bespoke professionalism. She stood at the threshold, her expression betraying a hint of apprehension."Sir," she began, her voice measured but tinged with urgency, "there's something I need to bring to your attention."The man raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued by her tone. "Go on," he prompted, setting aside the files to
Adam was very displeased, but he knows Fred to be very stubborn; he would not discuss the issue further. He slapped his phone to the wall in annoyance before reaching for the landline sitting on his table and pressing a key.The phone got picked at the second ring. "Hello, sir," the voice at the other end of the phone said.Adam tugged at the ties to loosen it before responding. "Get me the full information of what happened in Picaremore University today and fetch me the girl. Dead or alive, I want to meet her.Also, get me every information that you can find about her family, take her to the warehouse; I need this to be done before the close of the day.""Alright, sir, on it," he responded before hanging up.Adam sank back in his chair before muttering, "Looks like no one is scared of me anymore. I will be sure to make an example of that classless bitch."He pressed another number on the telephone, and the secretary came in. "Fetch me another phone from the store and clean up this me