Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School -
Chapter 41: History Of Hate
Chapter 41: History Of Hate
"Huh? Why are you just mentioning this now?" Olive asked, looking uneasy.
" Should I have woken you up to tell you?" Lucas replied, rolling his eyes. " The school authorities have given the students who passed out last night a day to rest in their dorms. Our punishment is still pending."
" Looks like I’m never getting out of bed then." Olive said with a heavy sigh.
Lucas chuckled. "Are you planning to stay in bed forever then? That’s not a smart idea, if you ask me."
" Your input is not necessary here." Olive retorted, rolling her eyes. " What do you think the punishment will be?"
"I’m not sure, but relax, it probably won’t be too harsh. We might not even get punished, just a warning. I have some influence here as the heir to the school, so you guys will likely get a light punishment if any, since I was also at the party." Lucas said with a smile, easing Olive’s worries.
"Thank goodness." Olive said with a relieved smile.
"Just don’t drink again, okay? I’ll be right back." Lucas said sternly as he left the room, leaving Olive speechless.
Olive lay in bed, replaying the events of the previous night in her mind. She realized how reckless she had been, drinking without knowing what was in the glass. Lucas’s words resonated in her thoughts: "Never drink again."
With a newfound resolve, Olive got up from bed and started pacing around her room. She understood the need to move on, leave the party and its aftermath behind, and begin anew. Her gaze landed on her school books, and she knew where to begin.
Sitting at her desk, she opened her books and started reading. The words initially seemed blurry, but as she concentrated, they came into focus. Olive was determined to overcome the party and strive to be the best version of herself.
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Meanwhile, Lucas made his way to Samson and Thomas’ dorm, pushing the door open with a loud bang.
"Easy, man!" Samson said, standing naked in front of Lucas.
"If it’s about my brother spiking the drinks, I suggest you wait for the principal to handle it tomorrow," Thomas said seriously.
"I’m here to ask one question. Why did you spike the drink?" Lucas asked, his voice filled with anger.
"It’s just molly( a dark drug). Who knew he was so weak and couldn’t handle that little amount whereby he only took a sip of the drink," Samson replied.
"I don’t get you, Lucas. Arthur is a scholarship student, right? When did you start hanging out with scholarship students?" Thomas asked, looking curious.
"Have you forgotten what happened that year? And yet, you’re still with a scholarship student. I thought the era of accepting scholarship students was over," Thomas added, looking dejected.
"Arthur is different," Lucas insisted.
"Different? I can’t believe you’re saying this," Samson scoffed.
"Did you spike his drink because he’s a scholarship student?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"Why did you think i pretend to want to be friends with him? Who would be friends with someone like him?" Samson said, looking disgusted. "I can’t even stand being around him."
"Samson spiked his drink to teach him a lesson for you. He planned to make him lose consciousness, have four men assault him, record it, and post it online to show the school’s mistake in accepting scholarship students," Thomas revealed with a burst of laughter.
"I bet he’ll be able to handle four big cocks drilling his asshole," Samson chimed in with laughter, only to be silenced as a punch landed on his left cheek, sending him to the floor.
"What the hell, man?" Thomas said as he rushed to Samson’s aid. "What has gotten into you?" he added as he helped Samson to his feet.
Lucas’s eyes blazed as he stood before Samson and Thomas, his fist tightly clenched. "Why did you do that? Why the hell did you have to do that?"
"Just cut the crap, guy," Samson said, landing a punch on Lucas’s face, his body tensed with anger. "Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? To make life a living hell for those motherfuckers. Stop acting like a saint in front of me."
"You’re right! I always wanted to make life a living hell, but who said you could touch Arthur without my permission?" Lucas retorted, landing a punch on Samson’s face, causing him to fall to the ground with a bleeding nose. "Now listen and listen good, only I have the right to hurt him. Only I have the right to bully him."
"Have you finally gone crazy now, Lucas?" Thomas asked, landing a punch on Lucas’s face, making him stagger back. "We did what we did for you, and here you are, acting like a madman."
"Yes, I’m a madman. Do I have to show you guys my full madness before you obey my orders?" Lucas said with seriousness in his tone. He then turned his gaze to Samson. "I know you’re a very good planner, but if you ever do what you did last night again or even hurt him for a single bit, then you both will have to deal with me."
"Oh really?! Now take this, you jerk," Thomas said as he pounded on Lucas. "Are you protecting him because you’re friends with him?"
The three teenagers engaged in a physical altercation, exchanging punches and causing chaos in the dorm room. After several minutes, the room was left in disarray with broken items scattered around.
The fight persisted, with each of the teenagers landing blows on one another. Despite the intense struggle, Lucas’s anger and resolve fueled him to deliver a series of powerful punches that ultimately brought Samson and Thomas to the ground.
As they lay there, bleeding and panting, Lucas stood over them, his chest heaving with exertion. "Leave Arthur alone," he growled. "Or face the consequences."
"Get to my office, all three of you!" Mr. Philip’s voice boomed as he entered the dorm with Mr. James.
The dorm room was a mess, showing signs of a fierce fight. The walls were scratched and dented, furniture broken, and debris and bloodstains littered the floor. The air was heavy with the scents of sweat, anger, and betrayal.
Samson’s and Thomas’s belongings were scattered, clothes torn, and books and papers strewn about. The window was shattered, glass shards everywhere, and torn curtains hung limply.
The room bore witness to the intense battle that had taken place, leaving all three participants battered physically and emotionally. The chaos and destruction in the dorm reflected the fierce conflict that had unfolded.
"You seem to have forgotten about the CCTV camera in your room. You may have damaged it during last night’s party, but it has been repaired," Mr. James revealed, sending shockwaves through the teenagers.
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