The Billionaire High School Bully

9 - Clothes maketh the man

"Wait! Class pres-"

"Michael. My name's Michael. When will you remember it?" He stopped and poked my forehead.

"Alright, Michael. What are you doing and where are we going? The class is about to start!" I implored, not wanting to be late, having the awful art teacher the first thing in the morning. And I had been late for her class already.

"You can't just walk around in wet clothes, you sneezed a few times already! You need to take care of your health, others should stay healthy around you. Didn't you write in the scholarship application you had grandma in the hospital? You have to be healthy to be able to visit her!" I shut my mouth. How did he know what I wrote in my application? Wasn't it supposed to be private information, which wasn't given to anyone but people, who were allowed to handle it?

"The student council had your whole scholarship application for revision. After a couple of applications were selected by the school board, the student council got them for final revision. We had to go through them and resubmit them with our notes. Of course, it went to me, as the vice-president, since our president felt too highly of himself to do some boring paperwork like that." His soft laugh made the whole corridor feel lighter and less empty. It was the kind of laugh you would expect from a little happy kid, yet his was the laugh of a grown-up teenager. And still, it made my heart feel lighter than the air and made butterflies show up in my stomach. My cheeks flushed. What... Why... Why am I blushing?! Really? And with this guy? I don't even know him!

"You okay? Your face looks red! Don't tell me you got a fever!" In a second he was next to me, his hand on my forehead. My face became even redder than a tomato.

"Your temperature seems not that high..." He checked with his forehead.

"Well, anyways! Let's hurry to make sure you really don't get a fever!" He grabbed my arm again and pulled me behind him. I couldn't say anything. Butterflies were now flying all over my body and my throat got filled with a lump. I fell in love with him! Just two days is all it takes? Two days?! Or am I really getting sick?

We arrived in front of a fancy-looking door. He opened it and walked in. The room was dark as the heavy thick drapes were covering the French windows. I heard some rustling. Michael, still holding my arm, quickly switched the light on.

"Oh, hey, Michael!" Some guy's voice could be heard from the teacher's stand. I turned my head there, seeing a guy with his shirt open, his hair ruffled.

"Charles, aren't you late for class?" The vice-president sighed, seeing the scene in front of us.

"And the girl with you as well? I believe you could find a better place for having fun than the tailors' handicrafts classroom!" Michael came closer to me and stood right in front of me, so I wouldn't see what exactly was going on there. He was taller than me and all I could see was his broad shoulders lined with a perfectly-fitted school jacket. I gulped. This was looking too good. I put a hand to cover my eyes, otherwise, I'd be staring too much, letting my imagination run wild.

"Is it too much for you to see? Were you that pure?" Michael turned around after I heard the other door to the classroom shut. I still kept the hand on my eyes. I knew he was staring and he was too close. Peeking through the spaces between my fingers told me enough. I shook my head. He laughed. Again.

"Okay, okay, I get it. No need to keep being shy! Let me find the clothes for you. I bet there have to be some new uniforms in their storage room. Just wait there, I'll be back soon!" Michael chuckled.

"Oh, by the way, what size are you?" I heard him raising his voice as his footsteps became quieter.

"Thirty-six!" I said out loud, making sure he would hear me as he disappeared in a door leading to probably the storage room. I finally found the courage to look around, without the hand blocking my eyes. The classroom was quite tidy, given how many things there were in the storage boxes by the windows. There were boxes with many different-colored threads, pieces of fabric, fabric decorations, laces, ribbons, and many others. There were so many things, that made me come closer and examine them in person. The fabric scrap pieces had so many different designs and colors... It was a heaven for an art-color-freak like me.

"Okay, here's the unif-" I turned around to face Michael, who just came out of the storage room. But he froze while saying his part.

"Yes?" I smiled, being surprised he appeared quite quickly. He was hidden in one of the shadows, as he switched just the light above the teacher's stand on before. We were at the completely other end of the classroom. I couldn't see the face he was making, as he tried to hide his expression even behind his hair.

"Your uniform." He stretched his arms with the folded uniform towards me.

"Thank you! Where can I..."

"I'll go outside, so you can change!" He blurted out quickly and walked outside the classroom, leaving me no room to say anything else. I hugged the uniform he brought me. He made warmth spread through my whole body by the way he spoke and cared about me. I kept smiling, not being able to stop it, while I started changing my clothes.

"You can't-!" I heard some ruckus from the corridor. I was just putting on the knee-high sock, having my shirt completely unbuttoned. The door slammed open.

"Get out!" I yelled, turning my back to the door, quickly squeezing myself in the shirt. I tried buttoning it but it wasn't coming together as my hands were shaking. A guy was standing there! He saw me! He saw my underwear!

"Oh, so you like to wear plain underwear! I couldn't expect anything more from you, after all!" I froze. I knew this voice way too well!

"You know, you should maybe take some classes in the fashion department! Or take an example from some of your classmates. You might check their underwear out while they change for the P.E. class!" His voice was mocking me. Mocking the clothes I was wearing, my intimate clothes!

"Why do you even care!" I turned around, shouting at him, feeling completely peeved and appalled by his behavior. Instead of keeping my eyes shut close in horror, I decided to fight it. I wouldn't let myself be bullied! He won't win this! He saw me, he should pay for it! I won't let myself be the victim to his vicious games and his poisonous tongue! What a toad! Yes, he's an ugly toad!

"Well... I would feel very concerned if anyone brought the standards of this school lower by even a tiny inch. Which you are doing quite well." He got up from the desk he was sitting on. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. I did the same. Wearing just one sock and my shirt being sloppily buttoned, I stared at him with the killer intentions I just discovered inside of me!

"So, you're saying you care about the girls' underwear class? Doesn't that make you a complete p*****t? What do you think? The WORST DIRT, which one could even meet? Then it would be YOU bringing the standards of this school LOWER THAN ZERO!" I countered. He wasn't getting away with this! He won't get away with seeing me in my underwear and commenting on it, without even apologizing or trying to deny he saw anything!

Benjamin was silent. He was apparently searching for words to try to come out of this well.

"Hmm, at least I can see that you need help even getting another uniform. Didn't the school rules state that all students need to have at least two uniforms and always come to school well-dressed? Seeing..." He got so close and picked up my wet skirt from the desk close to me. "That your clothes are pretty wet, you broke the code of conduct of students of the Highlands High school, head five, paragraph two, rules of proper attire. And here you are, stealing spare uniforms!" He smacked my skirt on the floor. I was horror-struck. This guy, without his behavior and speaking, would probably be the hottest guy in the world. The intense look in his eyes, his long eyelashes, the perfect shape of his nose, a sharp jaw, a slightly visible Adam's apple. Wait, he's too close! I was staring at his face and he was staring into my eyes.

"What, who's the p*****t now? Staring at my face and lower?!" He smirked, making me take a step back as he was getting even closer. He was bending down, to be around similar eye-height with me.

"Just for staring at such an ugly face? Don't be ridiculous... Your nose is so sharp I could thinly slice onions with it!" There you go! A slap directly into your face! I dare you, just try it! Say anything else! I was growing more and more restless. The emotions changed from pure shock to anger, disgust, defense, and finally, offense. If the defense wasn't working and he wasn't having it, I should strike him the same as he did to me!

"Pfff... You think you're better than me? Me? I can get you kicked out of this school with just a few words." Benjamin smirked directly in my face. My back hit the wall behind me.

"Let me go inside, Rex, Charles!" I could hear Michael's voice at the open door as he was trying to save me from this situation. Benjamin's hand slammed the wall next to my head, making me face him again.

"I'm the one you're dealing with right now, you ignorant woman!" There it was, his thunder-like voice again. It made me feel like I was shrinking. I looked away to the empty space, away from his face and arm, which was blocking my left side. He grabbed my chin and forcefully turned my head to face him.

"How about we make a deal... I can forget about what I have seen in here... And you will leave the school." He whispered. He was too close! I could feel his warm breath on my face. Goosebumps formed all over my body. But at this point, they weren't forming because I was getting excited. They appeared because I was disgusted by his very existence in front of me!

"Try me." I grabbed his arm and pulled it away from my chin. It was hurting. I bet two red spots formed on it as he was squeezing it between his thumb and index finger hard. My eyes were staring into his, not blinking at all.

"I will." He retorted but didn't move.

Benjamin

"Hey, Ben, we should get going, before the teacher sends a late-coming message to the principal! You know we can't be late as the representatives!" Charles was calling me from the door. I hated leaving the battle without a clear winner. I hated losing, too. I turned my head back to see the situation at the door. Michael was still trying to get inside through Rex, who was visibly having tons of fun, and Charles, who was doing it just because he didn't find anything better to do.

"Fine," I muttered. I could sense the girl getting relaxed. I smirked and turned back to her.

"I'm not done with you yet. Just wait and see, you'll run out of this school by the end of the week!" I thundered. I could see her tense up again. Good, she knows I'm no joke. She better remember that even after she is gone from this place!