I hate it when people talk back to me.
I hate it.
Why don’t these weaklings understand that I’m the boss here?!
I’m supposed to be in control, to keep those brats under me.
And yet, some just don’t give up, they don’t listen.
Blake was on his way back to class after beating that junior up.
He had left him in a terrible state, all bruised and unconscious.
He had asked his lackeys to stop hitting him when the victim passed out.
Now, he was walking to the class, almost furious, face contorted on why some students didn’t listen to him.
He was now cleaning the books from his desk, when he saw a note, folded neatly, under his desk.
He was confused
‘Huh? What is this stupid piece of paper? Must be some kind of note I took during class.’
No matter what kind of personality Blake had, he was pretty good when it came to studying.
His favorite subject, English.
Although, his vocabulary was filled with all the bad words and curses, he actually loved english, the verbs, the adjectives and everything in between.
He tucked that note in his pocket.
Whenever he would take a note during class, he would re-read it on his way home, on the bus.
Not that he actually went home, that is.
He would take the bus to his home, eat something after arriving, and then leave to spent the day with his delinquent friends, and once in a week, he would meet up with boss.
Only Blake, Carter and Liam knew the main boss of the gang, no one else.
‘Stupid Bus, Is it gonna take all day to arrive?’ Blake thought at the bus stop.
But as if summoned by his thoughts, he saw the bus coming right towards him.
He went inside and sat on the window seat.
A high school girl sat next to him.
Blake took a look at her, blond hair in a high-bun, bangs shadowing her eyes, brown eyes, and headphones.
‘Ah, just forget her, she is listening to some stupid music. Best, if I read the note I took, besides, I’ve to meet up with master today.’
Blake took the note.
He opened it.
But when he read it, his heart stopped, his head spinned, and sweat popped out on his forehead.
‘T-This isn’t the stupid note I took, this is…..a threatening letter.’
He read it again, as if his eyes deceived him the first time.
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“Blake, don’t think you can get away with this, stop for once. Stop this bullying trash right now. If you don’t, there’ll be consequences. And if curious to find out what consequences, do it again. Bully and beat someone up, torture someone again. I. Dare. You.”
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‘This isn’t real. W-Who in the hell is threatening me? Who…?’
Blake was curious to find out, but something in him told him to relax for a bit.
Asher didn’t know, but his letter did something.
Blake was kind of….disoriented at what had happened.
‘I…I’ve to tell Boss about it. No….he will beat me up if I do that. He always asks me not to go overboard, but still, some freak is threatening me. I’ve to do something myself.’
Blake was gonna keep himself away from bullying others for a day or two.
Or maybe, his curiosity would take the better of him, and he will do it.
He’ll accept the dare.
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The next day, at the end of the school, Ash was walking towards the school gate.
‘I don’t know if that letter worked or not, but I haven’t heard if Blake bullied someone today, although if he had, it would’ve spread like fire.’
“Punk. Who do you think you are to stare at me?!” Blake’s voice was impossible to be unrecognizable.
Many students whispered and saw behind.
Asher also stopped in his tracks.
He looked over his shoulder.
Blake was grabbing a student by his collar, and yanking him closer.
The student was horrified, and mumbled, “I-I was….U-Um, ….I was not looking at you.”
“You lying to me?” Blake asked and smirked.
‘Looks like my letter didn’t do anything. Blake is still too caught up in his superiority complex-’
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Blake then punched that guy straight in the face.
‘Oh man, now he is really asking for it.’
“That’s right freak, whoever you are, see, I’m not scared of your threat. Really, do whatever you can!” Blake shouted and dropped that guy, who quickly scurried away.
“A threat?”
“What is Blake talking about?”
“No, Who is he telling it to?”
Many students whispered in hushed tones upon hearing Blake’s declaration.
Ash listened too.
Blake was now moving away from the spot he was standing on, a smirk confidently placed on his face.
He had actually done it.
He had actually done what he might not had if Ash hadn’t asked him to.
‘That’s right Blake. You asked for it.’
Ash started to walk away, his mind racing from several thoughts on what he should do to prevent Blake’s further violence.
Ash didn’t want to fail.
He was going to win this little war he had brought on himself.
He was gonna find out what Blake does after school, where he goes, when he sleeps, everything.
He was going to act like a stalker today.
Because, hey.
Everything is fair in love and war, isn’t it?
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After school, Ash sat in his room, staring at the ceiling. His heart was pounding from what had happened earlier with Blake.
‘So, the note worked... sort of,’ Ash thought to himself.
Blake clearly hadn’t taken the warning seriously, though. If anything, he was daring someone, Ash- to stop him.
But this was far from over.
Ash pulled out another piece of paper from his desk drawer. He tapped his pen against the surface, thinking.
The letter in Blake’s backpack had rattled him, but now Ash had to push harder.
He had to let Blake know that someone was watching him, following his every move.
‘You wanna play games, Blake? Fine. Let’s play.’
With a determined sigh, he started writing.
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A couple of hours later, as the day started to fade into the evening, Ash slipped quietly out of his house.
His plan was set.
Blake and his lackeys had a routine, meeting up at a small cafe near the school after hours. It was their usual hangout spot, where they plotted, laughed, and likely compared notes on who they had terrorized that day.
Well, Ash thought that.
Ash’s heart raced as he approached the cafe.
He wasn’t sure if this was a smart idea, but at this point, seriously, Ash couldn’t think straight.
The cafe was small and tucked away on a corner, dimly lit from the inside.
Ash could see Blake and his group through the window, seated at their usual table, laughing loudly as they sipped on sodas and munched on fries.
Perfect.
Ash took a deep breath, clenching the note he had written earlier in his hand.
‘I am not going inside, No, I cannot risk being seen. But at least I know where Blake sits, always at the far end of the cafe.’
He waited until the coast was clear, then quickly slipped around the side of the building to the back door.
He peeked inside, seeing the cafe staff distracted.
‘This is my chance.’
In one swift motion, he crept up to their table, sliding the note between the ketchup bottle and a stack of napkins. His heart pounded in his ears as he backed out, disappearing into the night.
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Inside, Blake was laughing at something one of his lackeys had said.
He reached over to grab the ketchup when his hand brushed against a piece of paper.
“What the hell is this?” he muttered, grabbing the note and unfolding it.
His eyes narrowed as he read:
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"I know what you did at school. No, I saw that. Stop while you still can, Blake. You’re clearly testing my patience here. Oh, and see what I left you at home.”
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Blake crumpled the paper in his fist, his face darkening with irritation.
“Who keeps leaving me this crap, and what does he mean he left me something at home?” Blake growled, his eyes darting around the cafe as if the culprit would magically appear.
“What’s wrong?” Carter asked, noticing the change in Blake’s expression.
Blake slammed the note onto the table, smoothing it out for his gang to read.
“Some idiot thinks they can scare me with this.” Blake sneered. “Like I’m supposed to be scared of a piece of paper.”
Liam leaned in to read it. “Dude, this is kinda creepy. Someone’s following you.”
Blake scoffed, trying to hide his unease. “Let them follow me. Whoever this is, they’re too chicken to confront me directly. Hiding behind notes like a coward.”
Carter glanced at Blake, his brow furrowed. “What if it’s serious? I mean, if someone’s really watching-”
Blake cut him off, “Shut up, Carter. I’m not afraid of some weirdo with a pen. If they wanna come after me, I’m ready. They’re the ones who should be scared.”
The group exchanged uneasy glances, but no one challenged Blake.
They laughed it off, but the tension was clear. Blake may have put on a tough face, but the truth was, Ash’s plan was working.
The seed of doubt had been planted, and it was growing.
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Meanwhile, Ash stood across the street, hidden behind a tree, watching Blake and his lackeys through the window.
His hands were trembling slightly from the adrenaline.
‘That’s right, Blake. You have no idea who you’re messing with.’
For the first time, Ash felt like he had a bit of power in this situation. He wasn’t the weak one anymore, cowering in fear while Blake ruled the school.
No, things were different now. He was going to take control, little by little, until Blake’s whole world came crashing down.
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Later that night, as Blake walked home alone, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him.
His usual confidence faltered as he glanced over his shoulder, scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.
Nothing.
But the feeling wouldn’t leave him.
For the first time in a long time, Blake felt vulnerable.
So, he ran.
He ran towards his home, and once reaching the said place, he stopped at the doorstep.
Blake’s heart pounded as he stood at the doorstep of his house, he was doubling over, catching his breath. His chest heaved, and his throat was dry.
The note had rattled him, but the last line, "See what I left you at home.", that was what truly stuck in his mind.
‘What did that freak leave here?’ Blake thought, swallowing the lump in his throat.
He then stood straight.
He wasn’t used to feeling this way- scared, nervous. He was Blake, the one who caused fear, not the one who felt it.
And then Blake caught something.
A note on the doorstep.
It was plain white paper, with his name written in bold, black letters.
For a second, Blake just stared at it, frozen.
His mind raced through all the possibilities. Was it another letter? A prank? Or something worse?
With a deep breath, he knelt down and picked it up.
His fingers trembled as he tore it open. Inside was a single piece of paper, folded neatly.
He unfolded it and read:
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"Bet you were scared, huh Blake?"
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His grip tightened around the note, his knuckles white with tension.
Blake’s gaze flickered to the door again. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to go in. His sanctuary now felt like a trap.
But he wasn’t going to let whoever this was get the better of him.
With a deep breath, he opened the door and flicked on the light.
He then sat on the couch, and read the letter once more.
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"Bet you were scared, huh Blake?"
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And at the end, his eyes caught sight of more word, which he had missed earlier.
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"Soon.”
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Blake’s heart dropped. He stumbled back, his mind spinning.
For the first time in as long as he could remember, Blake was afraid.
Real fear.
Whoever was behind this wasn’t just messing with him. They were serious.
And Blake had no idea what to do next.
But he wasn’t going to let someone scare him off with a bunch of papers, that much was final.
He walked out of the house, locked it, gave the Boss a call, saying it’s urgent, and went to the meeting hideout.
‘I know Boss will be angry, but I-I got no choice, this freak is losing me.’
Blake sat in the dimly lit room, tapping his foot anxiously against the cold floor.
The note, the threats- it was all getting to him.
This was supposed to be his territory, his school, but now, someone was playing mind games with him.
And he hated it.
He checked his phone for the time. It was late, but this meeting was urgent. He couldn’t deal with this on his own.
Not anymore.
The door creaked open, and Blake straightened up as a shadowy figure stepped in, closing the door behind him.
The Boss.