My Meek Desk Mate Is the Secret School Tyrant Chapter 03

My Meek Desk Mate Is the Secret School Tyrant Chapter 03

First time bullying someone. I was nervous.

I swallowed hard. Straightened my clothes. Then I launched myself out of my seat and kicked the leg of Orion’s chair with a loud thud.

The chair didn’t budge. But the noise made the entire class turn around.

The chaos of break time died instantly. Every pair of eyes locked onto me. Gasps rippled through the room one after another.

It was working. People already looked a little scared.

Orion lifted his gaze from below, looking up at me. Docile. Harmless. So obedient.

My heart softened for a second. But there was no turning back now.

I leaned down and whispered near his ear. “I’m sorry. After I’m done bullying you, I’ll make it up to you.”

Orion’s whole body went rigid. The tips of his ears flushed, barely visible.

I steeled my expression and lunged toward his desk. The plan was to snatch his pen. But his desk was bare. Nothing on it.

My hand was already in motion. Couldn’t stop. So I grabbed his water bottle instead.

The classroom sucked in another collective breath.

No turning back now. I unscrewed the cap and chugged the whole thing.

The gasps died. Somewhere, someone whispered, “Holy shit.”

Orion swept a cold glance in that direction. Every student watching suddenly found somewhere else to look.

I tossed the empty bottle onto his desk.

“I already drank from that,” Orion said flatly.

I choked for a second, then doubled down. “So? I don’t mind.”

He looked at me. “And if I do?”

I wagged one finger in his face, as menacing as I could manage. “Trash School Survival Rule Number One. Pushovers don’t get to say no.”