《GRIT》


 1oCh The king of the court

    I am the center of my world. I do what I want and if I dislike something I change it. That¡¯s how I have been living my whole life. Making others'' lives miserable just to have fun or entertain myself.


    Today was another normal day in my life. I arrived at school. As always, I arrived early. My ¡°friends¡± encountered me at the principal doors. ¡°Morning boss¡±. Ryan Porter, the one who talked, stood on my right. He is the typical clown of the class who always tries to make everyone laugh. I don¡¯t know what his height is but he is half a head smaller than me. He is a bit fat, so running is difficult for him. He runs in a¡­.. peculiar way.


    He always wears that red bandana in his head. Whenever I ask him about it, he says that it''s part of his mental training. That along with his bowl cut. He is definitely a weirdo.


    ¡°Hey¡±. That was Chris Torres, he is totally the opposite to Ryan. He is a reserved guy, he has nearly the same height as Ryan. He has an athletic physique. He says that all he does everyday is lay on the sofa and watch TV, but I think he lies to me. I mean, look at those arms. He must be hiding something. He has a mullet and has a bracelet with an initial on it. He never told me what it meant.


    Anyways, walking through the hallway was one of the best parts of my day. As we walked, everyone tried avoiding my gaze. Everyone in that school is afraid of me and the reason is very simple. I entered my class and I saw a guy sitting on my desk. My friends saw it too and they started stepping back a bit. I went alone to my desk. I reached and stood in front of the punk. He is what I like to call a loser. I am tall and I''m kind of bulky. I try to never miss the gym, so for them I have quite the presence.


    He looks at me and realizes what he has done. Drops of sweat started running across his face. ¡°Oh! Sorry, I didn''t know this was your desk Mark Cal¡­¡±. Before he could end the sentences I punched him in the face with my right hand. No one around tried to help him. Every other student in that class just avoided looking at the scene. Blood in my knuckles that came from his nose. I overdid it a bit and I broke his glasses. I was really pissed off. ¡°Hey you fucker. What did I say about my surname?¡±.


    I grabbed his hair and I made him look at me. My intense gaze sent shivers down his spine. He murmurs something. I slapped him. ¡°I can¡¯t hear what you said. Talk louder you piece of shit¡±. He then started crying and sobbing. ¡°I must not say your surname¡±. I slapped him again. ¡°And how did I say that everyone had to call me. Especially lowlifes like you or your weird friends?¡±. He didn¡¯t say anything, but he continued crying. I slammed his head against the floor multiple times. ¡°Answer me you piece of shit¡±. Blood spilling out of his nose, his upper lip had a cut, blood fell from his head. ¡°J-just Mark or King M-mark¡±. I glared at him a bit more until I let his hair go. ¡°That is enough for now. It''s too early in the morning¡±. ¡°Ryan, Chris, let''s go get something to eat¡±.


    Both look at each other with a scared face. ¡°O-okay boss¡±. Said Ryan finally. I walked and both followed me. I don¡¯t care what they think about me. They know better than anyone what could happen if they tried to revolt against me. As we were exiting the class, the loser''s friends helped him get up and some people around started commenting on what just happened and how this did not surprise them. I felt enhanced after that.


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    The morning went by just like that. I did what every other high schooler would do. Skip some lessons, smoke in the bathroom, graffiti some walls. You know, normal high schooler things. Without feeling it, lunch time arrived. Another great moment of the day. I arrived late due to¡­ personal issues? I was just making out with a babe of higher years. Pretty mid if you ask me. Anyways, as I reached the doors of the lunchroom, I tried to make a notorious entrance so I slammed the doors making a huge sound. Maybe too much, because a teacher came and started some shitty stuff, like: where are your manners or this a civilized school, you can¡¯t be doing that. I ignore him until he finishes and leaves frowning and murmuring something.


    I started looking for my friends, but i couldn¡¯t see them. ¡°That is strange, they told me 10 minutes ago that they would wait for me here¡±. I tried asking some people, but everyone ran away the moment I got close to them. I was starting to get angry. They weren¡¯t answering my messages and everyone was ignoring me.


    Suddenly, I received a message. It was Ryan. I looked at my phone. ¡°Me and Chris wanna give you a surprise Mark Cal¡­¡±. I didn¡¯t even finish reading before I hurled my phone at the floor. The screen shattered, but I barely noticed. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. ¡°That motherfucker,¡± I growled under my breath. ¡°I¡¯m gonna rip him to shreds.¡±


    Meanwhile, earlier that day¡­


    Ryan and Chris stood in the dimly lit gym, their voices low as they spoke to a skinny kid with glasses. His name was Ethan, and he¡¯d been on the receiving end of Mark¡¯s cruelty more times than he could count. Today, though, there was a fire in his eyes that hadn¡¯t been there before.


    ¡°You¡¯re sure about this?¡± Ryan asked, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. ¡°I mean, Mark¡¯s not exactly someone you mess with lightly.¡±


    Ethan nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his glasses. ¡°I¡¯m sure. I¡¯ve had enough of him pushing me around. I have found someone that can help me. All I need is for you two to make sure he¡¯s where he needs to be¡±.


    Chris crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. ¡°And what¡¯s in it for us? You think we¡¯re just gonna risk our necks for nothing?¡±


    Ethan made a smile. ¡°You¡¯re scared of him, just like everyone else. Admit it¡ªyou want to see him fall as much as I do.¡± Ethan said.


    Ryan exchanged a look with Chris, then nodded. ¡°Alright, we¡¯re in¡±.


    Ethan smirked, a rare show of confidence. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. By the time this is over, Mark won¡¯t know what hit him.¡±


    Back in the lunchroom, I stormed through the doors, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white. The shattered remains of my phone crunched under my boots as I made my way to the gym. ¡°If Ryan and Chris thought they could mess with me, they were about to learn just how big of a mistake they¡¯d made¡±.

 2oCh The setup

    I walked through the hallway, only the sound of my footsteps could be heard. Strangely there was no one. There was still some lunchtime, so there should not be any lesson going on at that moment. While I was walking I peek at some class doors to see if there was anyone, but oddly every class was empty. <i>¡°What the hell is happening?¡±.</i>


    At that time in the gym..


    The gym doors opened, both at the same time. A strange figure appeared, the moment he stepped into it Ryan and Chris felt a huge pressure. Ryan murmurs to Crish. ¡°Did you just feel that?¡±. Chris looked at him with some drops of sweat and nodded at him.


    Ryan talks to Ethan. ¡°Okay you got this guy. Now¡­ He turns back slowly. Behind him there was something crazy. Every teacher, the director and some personnel of the school were sitting in chairs that were put there just for this moment. ¡°How did you manage to convince the teachers about this?.


    Earlier, Ethan, while everyone was in class, entered the school and went directly to the principal¡¯s office. He reached at the door. There¡¯s a plate right in the middle of the door. John Douglass, principal. He knocked on the door. ¡°Who is it?¡± asked the director. ¡°I¡¯m Ethan from second year. I need to talk to you.¡± Replied Ethan.


    The director told him to enter. ¡°What do you need? And why aren¡¯t you in class?¡±. Asked the principal. Ethan sat. ¡°Do you know who Mark is right?¡±. ¡°Of course, he is a bully that has been expelled multiple times, he is truly a pain in the ass for me and the teachers. Why do you ask?¡±. Ethan opened his bag and took out some papers. ¡°I have a plan to end his bullying, but I need the help of the teachers and yours.¡± Ethan handed the papers to the principal, who started reading it.¡±


    The principal¡¯s eyes opened widely after reading it. ¡°I don¡¯t know if this is the right way to do it. Also, the reputation of the school would go downwards if this is how we deal with the problems.¡± Ethan smiled at his answer. ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry, my guy will take all the blame. The school just has to act as if they didn¡¯t know it.¡± The principal lowered his glare and started rubbing his chin. <i>¡°This could be a good opportunity to get rid of that bastard¡±.</i>


    After some seconds he raised his gaze and asked. ¡°Is this guy truly trustable?¡±. ¡°As long as I pay him he will do anything we ask him. I paid him enough just to beat Ethan and humiliate him in front of the school.¡± Answered Ethan. The principal looked at him some more time until he sighs. ¡°Okay, we will do it¡±. ¡°Everything I need to do is on the papers, right?¡±. Asked the principal. ¡°Yes. You just have to follow my indications¡±.


    Back to the gym¡­


    The principal sat in the front row of chairs. <i>¡°I did what he told me. I asked every teacher to reunite with me at the breaktime mid-morning, commented on the plan and sent every student home after lunchtime. I even convinced a third year girl to entertain him. It was not easy. That girl asked me to raise her grades¡±. </i>He looked at the face of the guy who just entered the gym. <i>¡°That is a scary look. Every teacher there started sweating just by looking at that guy</i>. <i>Everyone but¡­¡± </i>The principal John turned to look at a teacher that was sat with his legs crossed. He had a cap that covered part of his face. That teacher was the only one who was able to maintain Mark in his class.


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    Ethan stepped forward to talk to the guy. ¡°You know what you have to do right?¡± Even standing a few feet away, he had to crane his neck to meet his eyes. The man was a giant, one and a half heads taller than Ethan, probably 185cm, with a build that looked like it had been chiseled out of granite. His broad shoulders and thick arms strained against the fabric of his black hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. A faint scar ran down his left cheek, adding to his rugged, intimidating appearance. But it was his eyes that really got to Ethan. They were cold, piercing, and always watching, like he was sizing everyone up for a fight.


    The man¡¯s presence filled the room, his every movement slow and deliberate. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and gravelly. ¡°You got the money?¡± he asked, his tone calm but laced with menace. Ethan swallowed hard. Even the teachers, seated in their chairs, shifted uncomfortably just by hearing his voice, their eyes darting to the man and then away, as if they were afraid to hold his gaze for too long. ¡°Y-yeah, here you have¡±. He handed him a briefcase full of money. Ryan looked and whispered to Chris. ¡°How much money do you think there is inside? It can¡¯t be that much, right? Ethan is just a high schooler like us¡±.


    At that moment Ryan felt some eyes piercing him. Like if he was being analyzed as a prey. Chris whispered back. ¡°I think that he heard you¡±. The guy opened the briefcase and said in a high tone, as if he wanted everyone to hear how much money there was. ¡°Exactly 5671 euros¡±. Everyone in the room got taken aback by the quantity. The principal opened his eyes widely. <i>¡°What the hell. That Is like three times more than the median salary¡±. How did this kid manage to earn this much money?¡±. </i>


    Ryan asked while starting to get more nervous than how he was. E-Ethan, how did you manage to..¡± Ethan cut him with an intense gaze. ¡°Don¡¯t ask. I won¡¯t tell you. It is a secret that will come with me to the grave¡±. ¡°Cruz Ramirez¡±. That was the name of the guy hired by Ethan. ¡°You have everything you asked for. Just wait here for Mark.¡±


    At that moment the doors of the gym were open with a bang. The sound it made, made everyone realize that it was Mark.


    I stepped into the gym. I was angry. Really angry. The veins in my forehead were notorious. I had a t-shirt that allowed everyone to appreciate my big arms. My fist clenched with so much strength to show the veins on my forearms. I had my fist clenched so hard I thought they were gonna break. I then shout. ¡°Where the fuck are you Ryan, Chris.¡± I was able to see Ryan and Chris next to Ethan. ¡°Hey bitch, I thought you didn¡¯t come to school today. What are you doing here with those two¡± I glared directly at Ethan with an angry gaze, but he didn¡¯t seem to be scared. ¡°I¡¯m here to end with you. Well, technically speaking we are.¡± Behind him I could see every teacher and the principal. I could also appreciate ¡®that¡¯ teacher.


    ¡°Ha, so what can you do?¡± I asked while looking at him. ¡°I won¡¯t do it. He will¡±. Behind me I felt an enormous presence. I turned back fastly just to see a guy behind me. He was huge. Well, technically he was a bit taller than me. But he had something that made me feel really small next to him. <i>¡°How did I not feel that before? Was it due to my anger? Anyways who the fuck is this guy¡±. </i>¡°Hey fucker are you on their side? Who the fuck are you?¡± At that moment I received a punch in my face. How fast was that? I couldn¡¯t see it, much less react just when he threw me to the ground. When I looked up still feeling the pain I saw that I was at the feet of Ryan and Chris. I looked at them for a moment. His face was of someone who was nervous and scared at the same time, but in a moment a smug smile was drawn in their face.