A Favor

Theron’s Point of View

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” Father yelled at me in the principal’s office, and I let my body slide down the chair.

Folding my arms across my chest, and waited for the yelling to stop.

“The only person with a serious injury is Thorne.” I exhaled long and tired, wondering when this would be over. “Besides I only did that because he was hitting a girl.”

I pointed towards Eden who was perched at the edge of the chair, at the corner of the principal’s office silently.

“You know how your mother will be when she finds out about his hand?” Father queried again and I just shrugged. “You broke his wrist. You broke the damned thing!”

Dad was here losing his shit not because of what I have done, but because how his wife would react about it.

“Report says that the two girls had left their classroom, to confront Thorne in his, and also the blonde one struck first.”The principal explained sending subtle glares in Eden’s direction.

My chest tightened, and so did my fingers, my body filled with a blood thirsty urge.

“Well, I didn’t see them hit first.” Instead of the act of violence that my brain suggested, I decided to lean back into my chair. “Even if she did hit first, that still doesn’t give him any right to send them flying across the classroom like a paper plane, or does it?”

“Ahem.” The principal cleared his throat shifting uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes flickered towards my father instead. “What I’m saying is that you should have reported this to a teacher.”

“Look, this isn’t working.” Father complained, drawing in a sharp breath. “I apologize on behalf of my son, but since the most injured person is also my son can we settle this within ourselves?”

The principal cracked a smile.

“Mr. Adler, you don’t have to apologize.” He chuckled leaning forward, all his attention on father.

And I smirked, what a greedy pig he is… but you can’t blame him; there was hardly anyone who would refuse father, not even the fucking president—he had that much influence.

As the C. E. O of a multi billionaire dollar Cyber security company that specializes in the advance use of modern technology and AI tools.

The man is raking in billions of dollars every month.

Having two of his sons is more than a risk this school was willing to take even if it means one of the sons is a high functioning psychopath who is also an ex-juvie.

It was a small school with barely any necessary facilities to function but with my father’s influence they could get all the latest technology and AI tools for the advancement of student studies and comfort of the staffs as well.

That’s more than a fair bargain to keep me as a student.

They would take anything, as far as I don’t kill anyone in the premises of the school.

“And you—” he pointed towards Eden, her tired brown eyes were heavy, and swollen as they darted in our direction.

“Come here.” He ordered, snapping his fingers, Eden jolted at the sound, as she hopped off the chair, and wobbled closer.

She stopped inches away from the table, her fingers fidgeting, and her shoulders hunched.

“Why are your parents not coming yet?”

“My father won’t come.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and once again I noticed the heaviness in her eyes, but it was not from tears.

“And your mother?”

Silence hung again, her eyebrows furrowing together, her fingers clutched the base of the sweater she wore. A muscle ticked in my jaw, something about the tone of the principal made my body temperature rise, I glanced at my father, and raised an eyebrow.

In response, he rolled his eyes at me.

“Principal, I don’t think there is any necessary reason to bring her parents when we already agreed to settle things amicably.” He said and then the idiot principal nodded again. “Just make sure you punish them.”

“Well, you should be thankful to Mr. Adler—I planned on punishing you more, but now you’ll have no less than 80 hours in community service.” His eyes shot back at me. “Both of you.”

A smile cracked my face…the principal was so lucky I knew how to manage my urges; I wonder if he was going to remain so cocky if I jabbed him in the eye with that executive pen he was casually rolling around. Community service would be the least of his worries when I gouge out his eyeballs before I throttle him with his optic nerves.

As bad as it could bed, this wasn’t even bad at all.

Community service with Eden wasn’t a punishment—It’s a fucking reward.

“Thank you.” Eden blurted as we got out of the principal’s office, but she wasn’t thanking me.

Her beautiful brown eyes lifted to meet Father’s gaze, her finger locked around his arms, stopping him from moving. My eyes flickered down to where her fingers desperately clung to the jacket of my father—unsure of what to make out of it.

“I’m sorry about what happened to Thorne. Everything is my fault.” She rambled guiltily.

“You shouldn’t apologize.” Father answered, his eyes softening too and my jaw tightened.

Was there anything she should thank father for?

I broke Thorne’s wrist.

I protected her.

So, why father instead?

“My son hurt you, and the other one got you in trouble, I should be the one to apologize.”

Then he fucking touched her, soft and light, on her shoulders, for about three seconds, and then undid her fingers from his jacket, his touch still lingering.

“As for your injured friend, I will take care of all the medical expenses.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes fixed on her, but no matter how hard I looked or stared, she didn’t look at me—I dare say, she was avoiding my gaze.

“I have a question though.”Father called once more. “Are you Theron’s friend?”

A soft gasp escaped her, as she glanced at me—it was brief but our eyes met.

“He’s never gone out of his way to defend anyone before—I was a bit confused on my way here when I heard the report.”

“Um…no.” she answered. “We are just classmates, we sit together.”

“So, I guess you’re close sometimes?” I don’t know what father was pushing here but I like it.

Bright pink flushed on her pale skin, and then she nodded slowly.

“Since there is at least one person he cares about in school—can you do me the favor of keeping an eye on him?” he pleaded.