Chapter 50 Making a Bully Cry

Chapter 50 Making a Bully Cry

The Next Day

Only a few students were talking about the what went down the previous day. Something else had their attention—Akira's hairpin.

It was unlike what they've seen before. They could neither name the brand or the cost. Although it looked simply, it didn't look cheap.

From where she sat, Olivia glared at Akira's table, hating the fact that she looked so perfect, and she was the fool.

She hated how Akira made her fade into the background.

“I need to do something, I can't continue like this," she gritted her teeth and angrily stabbed the chicken breast lying in her plate. Only few seconds away from springing to her feet and marching over, the cafeteria suddenly turned rowdy.

Elliott had walked in!

The girls pulled their skirts above their knees and unbuttoned some buttons on their shirt revealing their cleavages. What followed next was the seductive gestures and glances.

Elliott simply ignored and marched towards Akira's table, while the rest of the students watched in anticipation.

“Come with me," he ordered Akira, who continued sipping her punch like he didn't exist.

“Get up and come with me," he repeated, pained that she acted like he wasn't speaking.

“Are you blind? Can't you see she's having lunch?" Violet retorted.

“Excuse me?" He scoffed. “Have you forgotten the vase you broke? Do you want me to make you replace it?" Elliott smirked.

“Sure. Go ahead, Amy retorted. It's just a stupid vase right, we'll pay for your loses."

Amy's words wiped the smirk off his face. People talking back at him wasn't something he was used to.

“And how do you intend to do that, you charity case...."

“You won't speak to my friends that way," Akira slammed a palm on the table startling Elliot.

I'm having lunch, I'll do whatever stupid tasks you want after that."

“Are you..."

“You're just a student like us, Elliott," Akira cut in before he could make a complete sentence. “You're a student just like us Elliott, always remember that.

Elliott turned and left, the anger within threatening to explode, but deep within, he felt something more. Something that felt like a hammer had been used on his heart.

When he'd seen that video days ago, he was captivated and wanted to stare at her all day. But she didn't seem excited to see him and it hurt.

“How dare she speak to him like that," Olivia seethed. She could feel whatever hatred she had for the girl increase every passing second, and the fact that Elliott looked hurt made her almost explode.

“What did she do to have him so wrapped around her fingers?" Elliott would have made any other student who spoke to him that way, disappear, but didn't do that to her even if she'd disrespected him in before the entire cafeteria.

Without any thoughts, she stood up and marched towards Akira and her friends, hands fisted by her sides. The students barely recovering from the previous shock, stared curiously in anticipation wondering what drama was about to unfold.

“What do you want," Amy snapped, when Olivia appeared before them.

“Quiet little rat, I'm not here for you," Olivia snapped before facing Akira directly.

“Enjoying being pretty, huh?" She faked a smile that did not hide the malice in her eyes.

“Leave." Akira ordered, her voice sending shivers down the spines of whoever heard it, Olivia not excluded.

Her voice was scary, but Olivia refused to back down. She did a scan, searching for a flaw to taunt her with, but the girl was too perfect. Her perfect long hair flattered her perfect porcelain skin that had a rich glow. The silver chain on her neck added an elegant look that was simple but sophisticated. Olivia's eyes remained glued to her neck. That silver chain.....it was pure silver. Something every rich person could not afford, yet this bitch had it.

“Where did you get that?" She asked, her high pitched voice oozing jealousy.

“I won't repeat myself," Akira stared calmly at her, while restraining an angry Violet.

“That is pure silver. One only the top of the top richest people can afford. How did you get it? Have you been sleeping around?"

Everyone gasped in complete shock at Olivia's words.

“It's only been what? Few days since everyone saw your real face and you already got a sugar daddy? Are you such a loose whore?"

Olivia ignored the reactions of others and continued hurling hateful words at Akira, who remained unmoved and expressionless, and it annoyed her.

“That's enough! Olivia."

Amy slammed the table in complete anger, making Olivia jump in shock. She'd know Amy for years and had never seen such reaction from her.

“How dare you Olivia, do you think everyone is cheap like you?"

Amy was fed up of Olivia's attitude and decided to put her in her place.

“Excuse me? What gives you the right to speak to me, you charity case?" Olivia snapped.

The next person she hated after Akira was Amy, and she would never miss a chance to show it.

“Charity case? Bitch you sell yourself to older men, your dad's trying to steal your mom's company and you dare taunt my family?"

Gasps ran out once more from the spectating students.

“I'll hide if I were Olivia." A student said with a disgusted look on her face.

“She lives such disgusting life and she dares act like a queen, who the hell does she think she is."

Amy's outburst made Olivia recoil, and she froze for a couple of seconds before recovering, and then she charged towards Amy like an angry bull.

She lifted her hands and was about to strike her when she was knocked down.

She screamed as five hot slaps landed on her cheeks before she could recover.

“I told you to leave didn't I?"

The cold voice from above her was familiar and strange, and muffled all at once.

“No it can't be.." she gasped as she caught a sight of a familiar looking image. But she wasn't sure, everything around was blurry.

“Apologize!" She felt herself yanked up and forced to kneel, and this this time the voice was clearer.

“Akira.." she gasped trying to breathe through the pain of her head being pulled back by the hair. If not for the familiar scent of her perfume, she'll had sworn it was a boy.

“Why does a girl have such an iron grip," she cried in her mind, a cry of apology slipping out of her mouth without her consent.

“Louder!"

Akira tightened her grip making her scream in pain.

She continued apologizing but Akira was hell bent on making her feel pain. She continued to apply pressure, ignoring her pained cries that echoed through the quiet cafeteria.

Akira did not stop till she was pulled away by Oscar when Olivia looked like she was about to pass out.

“Were you trying to kill her with that much witnesses? Oscar asked as they strolled through the garden."

“She deserved it for bullying my friends."

“Hmmmm," Oscar muttered. The girl was mean, but he strangely found her desirable that way.

“She won't let that slide you know?"

“I'm ready to play, Oscar, let's see what connections she has, and is willing to deploy against me."

“I'm thinking she'll contact the same people she used against Kiana." Oscar raised a brow, not trusting his suggestion.

“Maybe, but what I want to know is how's she's connected to one of Elliott's men."

“That's very spot on, I say we set more traps," Oscar suggested.

“Already did," Akira smirked.

“Why do you love excluding me," Oscar pouted and Akira pinched his cheeks, and laughed at his cute expression.

Time stilled as he stared, completely mesmerized. She was a masterpiece, one that stood out among the beautiful garden flowers and made it more beautiful at the same time. The flowers did not complement her beauty, instead she complimented the beauty of the garden.

A DARK ROOM.

“Everything is set boss."

A huge masked man said to someone who has their back facing him.

“Good job, I'll forward your balance now. You can leave."

The man bowed and left, closing the door behind him.

In the room, the said boss reached over, pulling the envelope closer. Spilling the contents on t
he table, a smile spread across their lips.

On it lay flies, papers, a flash drive and a picture of Mr Grayson and his mistress Maria in a hotel room, unclad.