章節 9: Confronting the Truth
"Meet again? How? When? How? Olive asked, pretending not to have ever met Lucas.
"Oh, wow! What a great performance. You deserve an Oscar for that." Replied Lucas, as he advanced, slamming his hands against the door, trapping Olive. "You're quite an intriguing person but I want to see how long you can last in this school, dummy." He said, his warm breath brushing against Olive's face.
"I can't believe person Mark is defending turns out to be a little rat that I could easily crush." Said Lucas, already moving away from Olive, whose gaze fell on his flat behind, almost causing her to laugh until Lucas turned towards her, nearly making her choke.
"Prepare yourself for my anger, idiot," Lucas continued, his voice filled with fury as his seven-inch member still hung there, causing Olive to gulp nervously. He then dressed himself, putting on his trousers and shirt before striding over to Olive at the door. "Move out of my way!" he commanded sternly, prompting Olive to step aside.
Bang*
With a loud bang, the door closed behind Lucas, sending a shiver down Olive's spine as she reflected on the evening's events
"He won't forget this," she muttered to herself. "I'm in trouble now. But why did I get a red card before even doing anything wrong? I must be losing my mind," she thought, wrapping herself in a blanket and kicking her feet in frustration like a child throwing a tantrum.
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The next day at school, Olive was up early before the speaker announcement woke the other students. She had already taken her bath and dressed in her school uniform, patiently waiting for the announcement to signal breakfast time.
As soon as the announcement came, Olive happily jumped up and headed to the school cafeteria. As Olive entered the cafeteria. The room buzzed with chatter, and the clinking of utensils echoed through the air.
She confidently walked to the counter, ignoring the hard glares from some students, and placed an order for toast bread and scrambled eggs with a cup of hot chocolate. Her order was soon ready and she carried the tray to an empty table and sat down, as she began to devour the food.
"I thought he would have mentioned that he's no longer interested in schooling, given the number of toilets he washed yesterday..."
"People like them don't easily give up.They are accustomed to this kind of work, considering the poor background they come from..."
Olive chose to ignore the students gossiping about her and continued to eat her breakfast. When she finished, just as she was about to stand up and clear her dishes three students approached her, placing their dirty plates in front of her with a smirk on their faces.
"What is this for?" Olive asked in annoyance.
"Aren't you good at tasks like this?.."
" I heard the poor are really good at cleaning, you know..."
" You should pack the plates for us. You should consider yourself fortunate to eat in the same cafeteria as us, but don't forget your place. Children from less privileged families can only serve the wealthy."
In an instant, Olive stood up, her face etched with anger as she spoke. "While I may not have the same level of wealth as you all, my family has instilled in me values such as kindness, empathy, and hard work. These are qualities that seem to be lacking in your behavior. Just because my family may not be as financially well-off as yours, it doesn't make me inferior or a servant. I am here to learn and succeed, just like everyone else."
"And if you truly need someone to order around, perhaps you should ask your wealthy family to hire a servant for you. They can certainly afford it." With that, Olive concluded her statement and walked away, leaving the bullies speechless.
The other students in the cafeteria were impressed by Olive's response.
"I wish I could stand up for myself like that."
"He's s really something."
Olive could still hear the students' whispers of admiration as she left the cafeteria, only to accidentally bump into a student.
Upon realizing it was Mark, Olive attempted to walk away, but he stopped her.
"It seems like someone is upset with me," Mark said, feigning sadness as he looked at Olive. "I didn't mean to keep my identity a secret from you."
"Please spare me the excuses. What do you want from me?" Olive asked, only to get pulled away by Mark.
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The school rooftop is a flat, open space with a railing around the edge. There was a mattress and blanket on the floor, along with a small wooden table holding bottles of beer and a box of pizza. The view from the rooftop overlooked the surrounding neighborhood and the school's athletic fields, providing a quiet and peaceful escape from the classrooms below.
"Why did you bring me up here?" Olive asked, looking puzzled.
"This is my sanctuary, where I come to relax and escape from the world," Mark replied, sitting on the mattress. "Join me." He gestured for Olive to sit beside him.
"You're in 3RM, why do you need to hide away?" Olive inquired, but Mark ignored her, handing her a bottle of beer. "I don't drink," she stated.
"Give it a try, you might enjoy it," Mark suggested, as he sipped his own beer and nibbled on the pizza.
"I'll just have the pizza," Olive replied, setting the beer down next to Mark and digging into the pizza. "I know this rooftop is your private space, but why did you bring me here?"
"To get away from all the unnecessary drama in the world," Mark answered. "There's too much chaos out there, and it's overwhelming."
"I don't need to escape from the world; I confront it head-on," Olive said with a laugh. "If you keep running away, you'll never learn to face your problems."
Mark let out a sigh. "You'll never understand. Anyway, are you still mad at me?" he asked, looking at Olive.
"No, it's fine," Olive replied, smiling. "I have to go to class now though.
"I had planned to attend private class with Lucas and Aiden, but I'll join your class today to show you that I'm truly sorry for hiding my identity from you. It's been a while since I've been in class with the other students," Mark explained as he stood up.
"Alright, let's go then!" Olive replied, leading the way to her classroom with Mark following closely behind.
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The sound of students chatting filled the school hallway as Olive and Mark approached the classroom. Upon entering, they found Mr. Wilson, the English teacher, already there.
"Why are you late?" Mr. Wilson asked, looking at Olive. "And Mark, are you also joining the general class today as well?"
"Hey Mark, looks like I'm not the only one here," Lucas greeted, dressed neatly in his school uniform as he sat next to Olive's chair, sending waves of shock to Olive and Mark.
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