Egoistic jerk

"There's just something about vampires that is sexy...it's the same reason why women go for bad boys."

-Nina Dobrev.

"I keep the bad-boy image just to make my fans happy."

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"I may be a real bad boy, but baby I'm a good man."

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♥ Ralph's POV ♥

"We have football practice during P.E, coach wants us to play against the black planktons," Marcus announced as he slapped the other guys on their palm and joined our walking pace.

"The black planktons should get ready to kiss my ass totally," I bragged as I assembled my bangs and winked at my front camera before taking a selfie.

The crowd parted like the red sea from the bible. Loud chatters were reduced to whispers as everyone admired the fantastic-4. No one dared stand to confront the king of the school. The baddest and hottest of them all and that person is no other person than the greatest of them all. Myself, Raphael Smith Andrew.

Royal Academy is a school that is built on bullying, discrimination, partiality and inequalities. Every day the number of dropouts increased because of what the rich and popular kids do to the poor. But as more people leave, more new students replace them. In that way, the school doesn't run on loss and that breaks the poor kids the more.

Beauty and wealth are mildly and highly worshipped everywhere in the world and the same thing happens in the school system. The moment a kid is good looking, the kid gets attention and everyone fall on their feet to kiss beauty.

But most people don't know that confidence is the key. Most people are not extraordinarily unique or beautiful but the confidence they exuberate is enough to tamper with everyone sense of reasoning so they accept you as beautiful. The way you present yourself is how they accept it, irrespective of your economic status.

People take such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they want the quality of their lives to improve. Some lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They don't own doodling squat, so they can't improve their surroundings so they do their best to make their insides beautiful instead.

While life throws lemons at you then you make a lemonade out of it. If you think something or someone is ugly, you should look harder. Ugliness is just a failure, more like a butt load of lack of confidence and insecurity. So if they will worship me because of my looks and money, then I might as well enjoy it.

"Hey, sugar plum," The meanest and evil drama queen ever walked towards me with wide plastic hips swaying left and right.

She gave me a peck and pushed me towards a random locker. She clings to me like a second skin while I looked for every means to push her away.

"Natalie? What do you want?" I probed giving a slight frown.

"Why don't you come over to my house after school so we can hang out and have fun." Nate disclosed seductively as she bit a side of her lip. An attempt she does to look sexy all time and doesn't even work on me any longer.

"Nate, I have football practice. Coach will get mad." I chipped in quickly and pushed her off me.

"C'mon, just give the coach some wads of dollar notes and you will be fine scotch egg." She cajoled. She walked towards me again and traced her slender fingers on my face.

"Babe, c'mon let go out on dates and have fun. We are good together. Can't you see it?" She perused trying to talk nonsense into me.

"I will think about it. But I'm not promising." I forewarned and walked out on her while she chuckled darkly to herself.

Natalie, popularly known as Queen Nate. A nickname she labelled herself because of her popularity and fake body she acquired all in the name of good looks. She is the cheerleader and a disgusting bully. The wails and sufferings of the minorities are like music to her ears. Most people assume she is sadistic.

She has gone through lots of cosmetic surgeries for her body and face. Her self esteem is so low that she dyed her natural brunette hair to fake strawberry blonde. She covers up her pains and imperfections by making others utterly miserable.

For years now, she has been hinting on a relationship because she believes or thinks we are both supreme and when combined, we will become power couple and I continued rejecting her offers. Moreover, she is too clingy for my liking.

The goal is to have fun with girls and not to get tied up with one psychotic sadist.

The once crowded filled hallway is now empty meaning I'm late for first class. But all the same, I am the popular bad boy. Ralph. I don't go for classes early and I mostly skip classes but I still emerge as one of the tops. I don't think I need to expatiate how since I have clearly stated how money plays a huge role in the school. The guys and I walked in confidently as they disclosed their dislike for Nate.

"Mr Smith, why are you just coming in now? You are ten minutes late." Mr Allison questioned with a slight frown and checked his wristwatch to emphasize his point.

I gave my usual charming smile that works on everyone.

"Because of a sign down the road." I spilled and finger-combed my bangs expecting him to send us out.

"What does a sign have to with your being late?" He asked as his face mirrored confusion.

"The sign says, school ahead, go slow." I confused brilliantly as the teacher gave a tight-lipped smile while my classmates laughed away.

"Fine, grab yourself a seat Ralph and make sure to turn a blind eye to any other sign that promotes late coming next time." He concluded as we walked to our seats majestically.

Period by period, it was finally time for P.E.

The boys and I jugged towards the school field as other students settled on the bleachers.

Mr MacPherson Liam, a highly devoted and agile looking teacher. In my own opinion, I will say he is the best P.E teacher royal academy ever hired.

He blew his whistle, a call for the students to come closer.

"There will be a football match between the red tigers and the black planktons," he announced as the students jeered loudly.

"Silence kids, I'm going to do a rollcall and choose who stays in which team," he continued as the students groaned in defeat.

"Thomas Edison and Ralph smith over here," he called as we both stepped forward.

"Annalise Gray and piper winter step forward," he called as they moved forward.

I stared at the unfamiliar Tomboy admiring her courage and physique. She looked so confident with no worries in the world.

"Just who is she? A new student? I have never seen this face before," my brain calculated mentally as my thoughts went haywire.

Her frown deepened as she caught me staring at her, she snorted before looking away. An act I felt disrespectful and sexy.

"Wow, fiesty," I thought to myself as I wondered what to do with her since she is my opponent, Black planktons.

Soon enough, Mr Liam finished dividing everyone to their respective teams as we prepared to start the game.

"I think I'm going to pee on myself, I can't take down the tomboy," Edison dude said beside me.

And soon enough he began peeing on himself, the horrible smelt wafting across the field.

"What the hell dude, f*ck off," I dismissed angrily wondering what sort of idiot he is.

"Eddie, to the clinic now you are a disgrace to men!" Mr Liam decreed pissed off as he wore a frown.

The dude ran off to the clinic leaving me to another dude beside me.

We all moved closer to the opposing team ready to battle.

"Can you kick?" I teased the Tomboy while she gave me a look down.

"Excuse me?" She asked cracking her knuckles and lifting a brow.

"Can you kick a ball woman?" I probed further.

"Can I kick your balls?" She chided irritatedly.

Mr Liam blew his whistle as we began focusing on the game as a certain tomboy fascinated me.

The ball was kicked into the field and soon enough, everyone ran to the ball.

I ran towards the ball but the tomboy was faster as she got hold of the ball and began manoeuvring her way towards the net.

She kept dodging other opponents as she skillfully passed the ball to her team and they passed it back to her.

I ran faster towards the net hoping my trick will work.

As she kicked the ball, I caught it midway and kicked the ball to the net scoring a goal for the red tigers.

Shouts of jubilation arose around me and a few others boo, apparently from the planktons.

"Wow, that was cool man!" A certain Treasure said raising his hand for a five.

While I didn't spare him a glance, he took his hand down awkwardly and swallowed saliva.

The game later ended with 5-3, the planktons with three and red tigers with five. We won. Others jubilated happily but I didn't. I'm intrigued and fascinated by the tomboy I played against. She looked like she hated my guts so badly which was very strange because I don't know her and everyone should worship me and not try to walk over me as she did.

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It a brand new day, a new day I decided to skip class with my friends. Today classes seem boring so we chose to go over to our favourite place in the school when I bumped into someone.

It's the yesterday girl, the red tiger Tomboy player. The one that hates me so much for only God knows why

I was angry at who has the freaking audacity to bump into a mighty being like myself at first but knowing it was the tomboy, I decided to confront her and know why she hates my guts.

"It you again. Just tell me what exactly you want. Relationship, popularity or money?" I teased with anger and watched her face display series of emotions. From indifference, shock and finally anger as she tucked some loose strand behind her ears.

She looked at me with disgust as she came a bit closer. My mind gladdens with excitement that she wanted to kiss me.

"No, what the hell is wrong with you is the appropriate question dude, you practically bumped into me yet you are yelling at me, can't you apologize." she hollered tapping my hard chest with her index finger. A finger that had no extra nails or paints on it got me even more intrigued as my mind fell from its previous excitement to disappointment.

You know, I find it funny that a common unpopular girl can ask me to apologize. I won't lie she hurt my ego. It was too much of a blow to ingest.

I know she must be among those poor brats who got in through scholarship and probably has a crush on me.

"Watch your tongue and if you know me well you should know that Ralph doesn't apologize for anything," I divulged narrowing my eyes into slit daring her to challenge me.

"Argh!!!" She fumed in annoyance as she punched the nearest wall. And act that got me faxed.

"Such an egoistic jerk, what the hell is wrong with you, perhaps if you were looking at where you were going all of this wouldn't have happened you, mannerless kid," she stated calmly as she displayed fumes of anger.

"You are the proudest, self-conceited bastard I have ever met. Such a pity people kiss your footsteps like you are a god. Such a shame." She continued.

Though the words were few in numbers the power between those words, the true meaning of the words set me ablaze with a wave of whole new anger. How dare her? Just how dare her?

"Hey! Hold your tongue and watch your mouth. I won't tolerate such disrespect and insult from a nobody like you. A total sadist who just hates me for no reason is a moron," I insulted as her face displayed shock at my venomous words.

"It seems miss goodie two shoes woke up on the wrong side of the bed or perhaps you should check if you got your pant in a twist and don't transfer your aggression on me." I continued.

"Oh really, well for your information, I'm not one of them and I will never be, you should also check out your pants because I can see your fraps," she reiterated angrily and stormed off.

To say I am pissed is an understatement of how I feel right now, how dare her to confront the Alfa of this school and tell me my fraps are showing, I will get back at her surely, I promise myself that.

"Such a witch," I muttered inaudibly before heading off.

My friends were bored so we decided to sneak out of school and head to Brady's house which is a forty minutes drive from school. All we needed to do was to throw dollar note on the security guys bald head and off we went without any problems in the world.

"I'm the lord in this school, students fear me, but her, she is just an exception, who the hell is she?" I thought out loud.

Brady's house is a huge mansion that screamed wealth. His parents travelled for a business meeting so he is left all by himself with the maids and other workers of course.

We settled down on the huge brown couch in the living room, ordered pepperoni pizza and drinks. We saw a horror movie. Don't look now by Nicholas Roeg, 1973.

Having exhausted our foods, drinks and we got bored with the movie. We all just sat staring at one another or type away on our phones as silence hung heavily in the atmosphere. We shared a pack of cigarette and everyone puffed out smoke.

"Guys, let play truth or dare," Marcus suggested which we all agreed to play to lighten up the atmosphere.

"Dear little Brady, kindly choose which one of them you want," I stated puffing out smoke through my nose as anger from my previous encounter burned my brain.

"Dare."

"Is there garlic in this house? I need you to chew raw garlic and drink the ginger solution," I dared. The reaction on his face was worth it as everyone began laughing except Brady. He didn't find it funny at all. Instead, he fumed in annoyance on the couch.

"How evil can you be? How do you expect me to eat that? That preposterous." He reported pissed at the task given to him while we laughed the more.

"C'mon Brady, don't be a sissy. You can do it," Marcus advised before busting into laughter.

We told a maid to get the item so he can perform his task.

"I can't, I just can't, and I mean it." he continued and opened a bottle of water to drink to diffuse his anger.

"Please change my dare," he said pleadingly giving me a puppy eyes which I would never fall for.

"Just do the damn dare, it can't be that difficult or can it?" I questioned the other guys and they all shook their head negatively.

"Fine, but if I die my ghost will haunt you all," he threatened as he stared at us all in the faces before finally swallowing his fear with scrunched up lips.

He took a crunchy bite from the garlic and started coughing. Zion parted his back and Brady murmured thanks before finally chugging the ginger solution. His mouth was scrunched at the taste as he covered his nose.

"Congrats guy, you completed your task." Zion hauled as Brady himself started laughing.

"That was such a traumatic experience," he stated chuckling. He folded his hands and turned to face me directly with an evil smirk.

"So Ralph, your turn Marcus disclosed as he stared at Brady's mischievous eyes."

"I will go with the dare," I affirmed proudly. I will do anything because I can.

"Okay, you know, there is this girl that walks with Jessica." He started thoughtfully.

I hummed waiting for him to continue.

"She is a tomboy and she has turned down all most all the guys offers in this school," he said looking at me challengingly knowing he wanted to give me an impossible mission.

"So I dare you to make her fall in love with you and be your girlfriend," he added sizing me up with eyes silently challenging me while he cracked his knuckles. The room turned silent as they stared at me wondering if I can meet up with the challenge.

"That sadistic tomboy. I know her and she has passed her boundaries. I have been thinking about how to teach her a lesson." I started. Picked up my glass of water and took a sip as my facial expression got hard. Teeth clenched, glass clamped so firmly and tight in my hand grip that it could shatter any second. A perfectly shaped brow furrowed in concentration.

"Wow, you guys are already acquainted then, your task will be easier," Brady poped in.

There are always rumors about me flying all around. So many definitions people tagged me as.

But the few sensible rumors that truly describes me are, cockiest, baddest, notorious playboy, and egotistical bastard. I'm a goal getter and anything I set my mind to see, I become it because I'm brave.

Anything I set my mind on, I always ensure to grasp it tightly because it will be my trophy for all the troubles. A challenge is my motive. As a matter of fact, I love challenges and I'm never ready to back down till I achieve my aim even if it means to shed some blood because I will stop at nothing.

A new plan brewed in my head as hunger for revenge, and thirst for vengeance cooked up. A mannerless nobody must be taught a lesson.

"Challenge accepted." I took a long sip from my water before finally placing it hard on the table, startling the guys.

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