On his first day, he wore his uniform sloppily, one sleeve hanging carelessly, and stood confidently on the stage.
âMy name is Rickey Kelly, and from now on, Iâm the boss of this class!â
After Rickey declared himself the boss, the classroom fell into stunned silence. The students were left with wide eyes and open mouths, completely baffled.
Aurora overheard a whisper from the crowd. âWhatâs a boss?â
âNo idea, maybe it means heâs really strong?â
The homeroom teacher, Iggy Vazquez, who had only been teaching for two years, felt the pressure mount. Since she started at Riverdale Elementary, she often felt more like a personal assistant than an actual teacher, as all the children here came from at least wealthy backgrounds.
Rickeyâs sudden claim as the âbossâ seemed to confirm that he was a rich, difficult heir to handle.
Iggy forced a smile, trying to keep things calm. âRickey, let me arrange a seat for you.â
âNo need to trouble yourself,â Rickey said, raising his hand and pointing at Aurora. She froze for a second, unsure of what he was doing. Then, he pointed at the student sitting next to her. âI want to sit there.â
Iggy smiled awkwardly. âBut someone is already sitting there.â
âThen just find him another seat, wonât you?â Rickey ignored the growing tension in the room and walked toward the student, dragging his backpack behind him. âExcuse me, this is my seat now.â
The student adjusted his glasses nervously. âMs. Vazquez hasnât agreed yet.â
Discover your escape on g aln ov el s .com Rickey picked up his pencil and snapped it in half, glaring at him. âMove to the back.â
The boy, angry and confused, swallowed his frustration, unwilling to speak up. Aurora, witnessing the scene, couldnât stay silent. She didnât want to be desk mates with someone like Rickey.
Before the boy could even start to cry, she stood up, indignantly facing Rickey. âYou canât bully your classmate like that!â
Rickey raised an eyebrow, his fingers tugging at the boyâs collar, his voice dripping with false sweetness. âDid I bully you?â
The boy shrank back, shaking his head quickly. Without bothering to pack his things into his backpack, he clutched his books and shuffled to an empty seat at the back.
Rickey sat down smugly, casting a look over at Aurora.
Iggy clapped her hands together, trying to regain control of the room. âAlright, letâs begin the class now.â
Rickey propped his head up on his hand, not sparing a glance for Iggy, his eyes fixed on Aurora. âHey, whatâs your name?â
âNone of your business.â
Auroraâs grip tightened around her pen as she focused intently on Iggyâs words.
Rickey flipped open Auroraâs notebook, his eyes landing on her neatly written name, Aurora Watson.
âIâm Rickey, and from now on, weâre desk mates.â
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