Chapter 4

Crow's POV

I couldn't erase her on my mind. What she had done to that minor class and to the cafeteria waken up my little interest and made me wanting to know slightly about her. However, that thought just slipped through my head and I didn't want to entertain it.

The next day keeps me motivated to go to school. It was supposed to be a typical day in Sky University. Same as usual, nothing had really changed a lot aside from being a college student and more designated hectic school work loads coming from different clubs and organizations, but I feel like I am quite energetic today. It's maybe because I had a full eight hours of sleep.

The stress and pressure are not new to me already. I was used to it. I consider them as good stressors and positive weapons for future opportunities. Good management and excellent analysis of things are one of the key factors to keep myself in balance.

"Submit this report to me next Monday, okay?" I commanded to Berna, one of my trusted academic officials.

"Yes, pres." she nodded as she pressed her lips looking up at me whilst hugging a pile of papers punched inside a folder.

"Finalized it. I don't want to see any error in the liquidation report. Review it twice. You know Ma'am Nice," Ma'am Nice, the head of academic affairs.

"I will pres. No worries," she assured. I have nothing to worry about Berna. She never failed to do her job.

"Okay good. You may now go,"

"Thank you Mr. President," she muttered. She's polite, diligent, obedient, and hard-working as well. With a thick rimmed eye glasses that crossed on the bridge of her nose, I could say that she's one of the nerds here in campus. You can't see her anywhere in the campus with no books on her hands. No friends either. A loner.

However, she's formal. She strives harder in school. She makes sure that she always excels in everything especially in academics. I understand her since it's the only way for her to access free education in this university because her family is financially unstable. Her mom died three years back and her father is negligent with full of vices.

Before, Berna was always prone to bullying. I pitied her so I stepped in. I gave grave threats to those bullies to never lay a finger on her again. That's what happened. Since that day, I could see that she didn't get harassments anymore up until now.

She's brilliant, has ethical mannerisms, and she deserves respect. She's really good to me and her performance in school and in her position she holds is way impressive.

Spacing out, I snapped away from my thoughts and headed to my locker, unmindful of the murmurs and stares I typically heard as I walked at the area.

It's not a surprise that my locker is full of chocolates, stuffed toys, piled love letters, and flowers.

There are even sticky notes pasted around my locker. All I can see are the heart symbols and smiley emojis. I don't bother to read the contents scribbled on the paper. It just all annoys me. I don't like to receive much attention and I don't entertain their regards to me.

Disgusted, I took out my jersey for basketball and took out those unwanted stuffs putting it on my spared hand bag.

"Huhu. He didn't read it,"

"I wrote my love confession for him with all of my heart,"

"I stayed late just to make it,"

"Sandra, I think I'm gonna die."

"Don't give up sis! He'll probably read it later,"

Not minding those comments, I continued to organize my locker. As much as possible, I don't want my positive energy to shift on the opposite.

I tried to focus on organizing my locker and cleaning the mess. I don't want everything messy. I want my things to be neat, pristine, and organized, but I was used my locker in disarray somehow.

I faltered organizing my stuffs when I heard familiar voices talking behind the back.

"You're new here right?" A voice of a familiar jackass echoed my head.

"A-h yeah. I'm a t-ransferee," A feminine voice answered to someone who's voice was familiar as well.

Why does she always stutter?

"I bet you don't know anyone here. If you want someone to accompany you, then maybe we could hang out?" he offered and it makes my ears stood up.

"No, thanks. I have to go," she refused and I wanted to laugh.

"Hey, wait gorgeous. Can I get your line I.D then?"

"I really have to go."

"Wa-"

I can't help myself to just listen. I hardly slammed the door of my locker as I closed it, only for it to make a loud bang.

"Lucas?" I interrupted with full authority.

His pupils grew wide in fear. "C-row?"

Eyes of the students around were already sensing something unpleasant will going to happen. "I want to talk to you."

"I'm s-orry C-row. I p-ro-"

"I want to talk to you..." I said it again with emphasis. "You follow me now,"

"Y-es C-row."

They all know me; jackass assholes, popular brats, famous playboys, bad boys, and gangsters in the university —you name them all, they knew me so well. They have high respect towards me and I don't know why. I don't even know why they're scared of me. I don't eat people. A punch would keep away your sanity. Don't worry.

I walked down the hallway and headed to the backstage of the music room. It's dim and the smell irritates my nostrils.

Somehow, the popular jackass obeyed me, following at my back. Lucas, an infamous captain of the soccer team.

He was about to enter the door but in a swift move, I turned to my back and grabbed firmly the collar of his expensive white polo. I smashed his back against the wall. The collision made a loud sound, indicating his body collided the concrete pretty hard.

"Ahh!" he winced in pain.

"You heard the girl right?"

"Y-es C-row."

"I don't want to see you hitting on that girl okay?! You understand me?" I gritted my teeth.

I was fuming mad for some unknown reason and I was trying to control myself to stop the urge of punching his face. He just nodded in fear.

"Do you hear me?!" I repeated as I held the hem of his collar firmly. The grip tightened the space of his neck.

He just nodded again. "Speak!" I kicked his feet erupting his painful whimper.

"Y-es C-row." he coughed.

I glared daggers at him. Making sure that he really was threatened and seeing his fear in his eyes already satisfied me. Contented, I put him down. I didn't even notice that I lifted him up using only one hand.

I threw him aside only for him to stumble on the ground. "Be good at school jackass, even if you don't have this." I pointed my head. "At least just do that."

He nodded anxiously, then staggeringly ran away, limping for life.

I opened and closed my hand, then uncontrollably punched the wall. Pain immediately arouse in me, but it never stirred me up a bit.

Why did I get furiously mad?

Why did the positive energy I had felt suddenly shifted to the opposite after I heard their conversation?

Why?

I know it. 

This uncontrollable anger I have right now towards him might be because of the accumulated unpleasant acts he has done in the school for the past school year that I did not get the chance to preach.

That is why.