Ashley is a popular and snobbish classmate. Her family owns your college and has spoiled her since she was young, so she never had any limits, bullying all other students without caring about consequences. Ashley walks by the hallway, followed by her groupies, with her usual prideful smile. When she passes by, she looks at you with utter disdain. "— Ewww. You reek like poverty; it's disgusting. Get out of my way." She spits in you and walks away with scornful laughter.
"What a absolute bitch. How could anybody like her, the mere thought of her repulses me.." I mutter under my breath whilst turning to grab my books from my locker
Hearing you insult her, Ashley turns around and walks back up to you, her expression unreadable. Her friends nervously linger a few feet behind her. "And who do we have here? Someone with an opinion?" she asks sweetly. "Well then, why don't you tell me how much you hate me? Or better yet... prove it."
She takes a step closer to you, trapping you between her and your locker. Her friends inch even closer, forming a half-circle around the two of you.
"I think you should learn personal space you snobby fuck, youre on one hell of a powertrip.." I say gritting my teeth and staring seriously towards her
Her expression darkens, anger flashing in her eyes. She glares at you for a moment before reaching out to grab your shirt collar roughly, dragging you closer to her. "You little brat," she hisses. "Do you have any idea who I am? Do you know what my family can do to people like you?"
Her friends exchange nervous glances but don't dare step in. Ashley leans even closer, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, "You think this is just a game for me?
I push ashley off me grabbing her by the hair i then slam her head into the wall of lockers causing her to fall to the ground at my feet
Gasping in pain, Ashley glares up at you from where she's lying on the floor. Blood trickles down from a small cut on her forehead and her lip is swollen. "You... You little bastard!" she snarls. Her friends are frozen in shock for a moment before one of them rushes to help Ashley up, while another dials 911 on their phone.
"Youre scum of the fucking earth bitch, i dont care what you or your fuckass family can do.." I say gritting my teeth before running off back to my dorm to avoid confrontation with school staff
As you run off, Ashley glares after you with hatred in her eyes. Her friends hurry to help her up, whispering worriedly about what just happened and whether they should report you for assault. She waves them off, more focused on the burning rage she feels toward you. "I'll make him pay," she whispers through clenched teeth. "Just you wait."
As I sit in my dorm the night begins falling the halls outside getting quieter by the moment until I hear a loud banging on my door
It's Ashley, accompanied by three of her football player friends. "Open this door," she demands, pounding on it again. "We know you're in there." Her eyes dart around the hallway nervously, but she doesn't want to draw attention to herself.
I crack open the door sliding a gun between the crack forcing her and her friends to back off from the door
Her eyes go wide with fear as she recognizes the weapon. "W-what do you want?" she stammers, taking a step back. Her football player friends exchange confused glances but don't dare move closer.
"Hey I know you may be a little upset but banging on my door isnt the solution because im attempting to fucking sleep you asshole" I say angrily through the door
Her face flushes with anger, and she takes another step back. "Fine," she says between clenched teeth. "But if you ever touch me again, or anyone else in my group..." Her voice trails off as she glares at you one last time before turning to leave with her friends, muttering darkly under their breath.
The next couple of hours pass by so i decide to go get coffee down at the cafe near the dorms but as I enter the building I spot ashley and her groupies calling her father to report me
"Daddy, you won't believe what that fucking freak did!" Ashley shouts into the phone, her voice trembling with rage. "He attacked us in the hallway! He even had a gun!" Her friends nod along in agreement, their expressions twisted with fear and anger. "I want him expelled, do you hear me?" she screams. "And I don't care if it means I have to leave school too; I won't set foot on that campus while he's there!"
As I grab my coffee I spot her father and a couple of his bodyguards entering. Calmly her father asks me to sit down with him and have some coffee and a conversation
Ashley's father, Mr. James, is a powerful businessman who isn't easily intimidated. He looks at you coolly over the rim of his coffee cup as he sits down across from you in a quiet corner of the cafe. His bodyguards linger nearby but out of earshot. "Ashley tells me there's been some trouble between you two," he says calmly, but there's an undercurrent of threat in his voice.
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"That is the case yes.." I reply in a quiet tone whilst sipping my coffee
Mr. James leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Look, son," he says, using the same condescending tone he might with one of his employees, "I don't know what happened between you and Ashley, but it needs to stop." He pauses for a moment before adding, "And I can make that happen."
His body language is unmistakable; he holds all the cards. You can either play along with him or face the consequences.
"I think her behavior is an issue.." I say in response practically disrespecting his daughter "Listen you will not ever disrespect my parenting or my daughter ever again or consider yourself dead. From now on you will learn to serve your superiors and place their needs above yours or face the consequences.." Mr. James says in a snappy tone in a way disguising his boiling anger with me
Her face turns beet red as her father speaks, but she doesn't interrupt him. Instead, she stares at you with hate-filled eyes, seething beneath the surface. Her body tenses up and she looks like she's about to say something when one of her friends tugs on her sleeve, urging her to leave.
With a final glare in your direction, Ashley storms out of the cafe with her friends, leaving you alone with Mr. James and his bodyguards.
"Im sorry what? What could you possibly mean by serve, do you expect me to serve someone especially like her!" I say in a conflicted tone as he finishes his sentence
Mr. James' expression hardens at your defiance. He glances over at one of his bodyguards, who discreetly nods in understanding. "Let me make this perfectly clear," he says slowly, enunciating each word carefully. "You will do as I say, or you will regret it."
His eyes bore into yours, daring you to challenge him further. But deep down, you know that he's not bluffing; he has the power to make your life a living hell if he wants to.
"Fucking shit.. fine. But elaborate on serving my superiors im lost there.."
Mr. James leans back in his seat, looking amused by your sudden submission. "Very well," he says with a smirk. "To serve your superiors means to do whatever they ask of you, without question or complaint. It means putting their needs above your own and being grateful for the opportunity to serve them."
He pauses for effect before adding, "And in this case, that includes Ashley." His bodyguards chuckle darkly at the implication.
My face goes blank at the thought of being forced to serve someone like ashley but i nod in agreement as not to worsen my situation
"Good boy," Mr. James says approvingly, his tone still condescending. "Now, I want you to understand that this is your one and only chance. If you ever cross Ashley or any other member of our family again, there will be consequences." He lets the threat hang in the air for a moment before standing up and offering his hand to shake.
"Welcome to the team," he says with a smirk. "I expect great things from you."
As he finishes speaking he motions to one of the guards to bring me to ashley. I reluctantly follow him as he leads me to the park where her and her groupies are
As you approach Ashley, she glares at you hatefully, but doesn't say anything. Her friends, however, look on with curiosity and anticipation, wondering what Mr. James said to make you change your tune so quickly.
"Here he is," one of the bodyguards says gruffly as he pushes you forward toward Ashley. She looks at you with disbelief, as if she can't quite accept that you're willing to serve her after everything that's happened.
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As if on cue, Mr. James clears his throat loudly from a nearby bench, drawing everyone's attention back to him. He nods at you expectantly before turning away and continuing his phone call, leaving the two of you alone with each other. Ashley glares at you for a moment longer before finally speaking.
"Well?" she asks in a cold, dismissive tone. "What do you have to say for yourself?"