Jason sat in the third seat at the back of the bus as it drove him to school. The bus gave him a nostalgic feeling because it had been years since he had last ridden a bus. And now he was on one, also one of the places where his bullies would torment him.
Teenagers, some he knew and others he barely knew, were discussing loudly with one another. They were laughing, chatting, and some were even making out at the back. It was a typical teenage life he had already experienced. He kept quiet, making sure not to bring attention to himself like he did most of the time.
'I need to play my part as a loser well.' He thought, as he brought out his phone to look at the time. Suddenly, a young boy sporting a full crop of brown hair and blue eyes plopped beside him, making him flinch and recoil instantly as a reflex.
"Whoa," the boy said, raising both of his hands. "Chill, it's me. Marcus. Your best friend."
Jason immediately calmed down, breathing a sigh of relief. "It's you, Marcus. That's good. Sorry about that."
"Yeah, I already said that." Marcus chuckled, relaxing. "You looked like you saw a ghost."
Sorry about that." Jason muttered.
Marcus shook his head in exasperation. "Stop saying that. I told you it's okay. You sound like a middle-aged man."
Jason just chuckled and turned away. Not like he ever was going to say it out loud, but he was grateful that he was seeing Marcus. Marcus was his best friend, the one who stood by him in high school, he had not used his riches to manipulate him but genuinely wanted to be his friend. After high school, they had grown apart, and Jason didn't want that to happen again.
He watched as Marcus leaned beside him and whispered. "Hey, isn't Bella looking hotter today?"
Jason turned to Bella, the girl who was chatting with a guy two seats in front of him. She was actually stunning, while she was speaking, her long blonde hair shone bright in the sunlight and her voice carried a magnetic feeling that drew people to her. Her boobs jiggled as she laughed, and her long slender smooth legs made Jason swallow saliva. She was just as sexy as he could remember.
He had never spoken to her, but he knew her very well. He knew that she would grow up to become a ruthless senator, and before that, she was the center of a big murder that had happened, primarily the suspect for a long time, but the culprit was never found. He was going to keep an eye on her.
"She has a boyfriend, Marcus." Jason pointed this out to his best friend.
"Doesn't matter. In two weeks, they will have broken up." Marcus replied, slicking back his hair. "And then I'll make my move."
Jason just shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, he felt himself on the window, and there was a loud bang, then huge laughter erupted from the entire bus. Jason winced in pain, knowing exactly what had happened as he clutched his head.
"Oops, Sorry." The offending teenager chuckled and leaned back in his seat behind Jason as if he hadn't just slammed someone's head against a window. Jason knew who it was, his name was Cameron. One of the bullies who made his life miserable in school.
"Who the fuck are you!" Marcus snapped, springing up and grabbing hold of Cameron's shirt and pulling him, and was about to punch him when a voice rang out from the front of the bus.
"Spillberg!" It was the bus driver, his eyes on the road occasionally glancing up. "Don't do it."
"This fucker just slammed my best friend against the window!" Marcus snapped. "I should just let it slide?"
"Release him, Spillberg." The bus driver ordered. "You don't want trouble with your dad, do you?"
Marcus gritted his teeth and stared down at Cameron, the latter who was still grinning from ear to ear. Jason placed a hand on his arm, nodding for him to let it go. Marcus swallowed his anger and shoved Cameron back to the seat hard.
"Watch your back, you son of a bitch!." He threatened, sitting down with a harsh glare.
Cameron arranged his shirt smugly before looking out of the window.
"Are you just not going to do anything, Jason?" Marcus asked him. "You're just gonna sit there and take that shit!"
"He's not worth it," Jason replied. "He's just a piece of shit." Meanwhile, he was already thinking of a way to have his revenge on Cameron when the opportunity came. He had had enough. He wasn't going to be bullied anymore. He was going to embrace the Gangster life if it was the only opportunity to have revenge on the people who wronged him.
Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket and he removed it from his pocket and glanced at it.
[Amelia♡♡♡]
Jason stared at the same like he had just gotten a breakup text. Marcus leaned over and grinned, seeing who was calling, and was just about to tease him when he cut the call and placed it back in his pocket.
Marcus's grin faded to shock as he stared at Jason. "Dude, you just.....cut off Amelia. Your Goddess."
"Yeah."
"Why?" Marcus asked, incredulous.
"What do you mean by ' why?"
"You never stop talking about her. You sigh like a lovestruck teenager anytime you see her text. And you always panic when she calls, trying to find the best way to answer, but this time you hung up on her."
"I don't feel like talking to her," Jason replied, looking out of the window.
Marcus couldn't figure out what was going on with his best friend. There was something different about him. He was much quieter, more mature, and looked like he was on to something.
"Sure," Marcus nodded, giving up. "See if I care."
The seat was resumed into silence as the bus entered the school gate. Jason took a deep breath as he looked out of the window, seeing the nightmare of a school where he had been tortured for years. A place where he swore he would never go back, and now here he was. But this time, he was going back with a plan, and he was going to execute it with perfection.
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In a neat living room of a house three blocks away from the school, a young girl sat on the sofa staring at her phone with a huge frown on her face. She was gorgeous, with black hair cascading in ringlets, her blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight. She was breathtaking and she knew it. She wore a blue blouse that showed her cleavage, a short dark skirt that made parents spit out blood, and boys tripping over their own feet as she walked in front of them.
She was furious, hardly believing her eyes as the phone rang with the number she rang, which she hadn't picked up for the third time.
'This cannot be happening." Amelia muttered to herself. "Is this animal ignoring my calls?"
She shook her head, not believing herself. "No, that imbecile has always been obsessed with me. He knows he's lucky I'm his girlfriend."
She wondered if his battery was dead, maybe that was why he was not picking up her call. She sighed in frustration and got up, picking up her school bag. She was going to school anyway. He had to be in school.
"Terry told me it's time for plan B." She muttered. "I can't mess up now. We need that imbecile to be one of us. And if I can't get that fool to join the easy way, then I'll have to do it the hard way."