I am the Queen 🐇

Chapter 19

At the end of class, near the business management department's building, in the narrow hidden alleyway, three men were beating a single defenseless boy to the ground.

"Heh! Stupid poor kid! Watching your face makes me angry!" one of the boys spat as he punched Eric on the face while the latter didn't retaliate.

How could Eric fought back when one of the boys, the fat one, was holding him in both arms, rendering him immobile for the leader, a guy with blonde hair, to hit him like a sandbag while the other one was laughing and cheering on the side.

"Why don't you quit school? Don't you know your mere existence irritates me?!" the blonde guy sneered, slamming another fist on Eric's jaw while the other two edge him on.

Teenagers, the age where one wanted to feel dominance. Wanted attention and praise. Wanted to fell superior above the rest. And this inner wants were satisfied with different means. Some would excel thru academics. Some would gain attention from their achievements. Some would gain recognition in sports. Some were popular with their looks. Some were above from others because of their wealth while some just wanted to beat others to feel superior.

For Eric, he had the unfortunate luck to be the receiving end to satisfy other's wants. He had gotten used to it though.

Of course, no one likes to be beaten up nor feel pain. So Eric avoided them whenever he could. But being a student in the same department proved to be a curse he couldn't dispel.

He didn't retaliate, not because he didn't know how to fight nor because he was scared. It was for the simple reason he didn't care. He didn't want a complicated life. If he retaliated and beat the guys who tormented him, for sure, those guys would seek revenge with back up. And he would fight all over again. A never-ending cycle of fights.

He didn't want that kind of life. He was contented to be that unimportant side character who nobody noticed.

The pain would go away. And once the guys had their fill, they would leave him alone for days until they wanted to fed their manliness ego once more.

Eric wheezed a sigh.

Amidst the barraged of punches and kicks, he didn't say a single word. It was not because he was immune to pain, it was that, he didn't feel much impact.

The moment the blonde guy raised his fist, he would time his movement and tilted his face to lessen the impact. If the blond guy hit his stomach –– well, unfortunately for the guys who dared to, their punches and kicks lacked the strength that he didn't have to avoid them at all.

Compared to Eric who was well toned despite his lousy countenance and weak appearance, the other men were all talk with weak limbs. With all the jobs that Eric was doing coupled with his knowledge in combat, the blondie would be considered a seasoned fighter if he managed a blow that could make Eric grunt in pain.

But all in all, fortunately for Eric, all the men he encountered were wannabe fighters pretending to be badass . . . Except for that one time . . .

Hence, he was okay if the blondie beat him. He didn't care for his weak punches and kicks anyway.

"Damn it! Say something nerdy! Your silence infuriates me!" the blondie roared. He grabbed Eric by the collar, and threw him on the ground.