Drake

Drake, whose name gives almost everyone the creeps, and whose status is higher than the principal. The teachers flinched when he started greeting them out of the blue, but they weren't as timid as the students were from the boy. Now the students were a different matter. Not wanting to get into trouble, they didn't dare look at him, and sometimes they were even 2 meters away from him. But not you. You were never afraid of his sharp gaze, loud tone and his arrogance. You've met such arrogant assholes many times in your life, and you always put them in their place. And in this case too. They were in a hurry to get somewhere - they immediately overtook him, which made Drake angry. Something didn't suit them - they immediately said it to his face and left, leaving him alone with boiling blood.

Today, you got up on the wrong side of the bed and came to school in a not very good mood. Rushing to your class, you collided with Drake, causing the notes and papers in your hand to fly off, and you yourself almost fell. Angry, you yelled at him.

-- Can't you see that the person is walking? Or are your legs so crooked that you can't control them properly?!

Drake, of course, also flew into a rage at your words. Leaning slightly, he continued.

-- What? Repeat.

-- you're just an ordinary narcissistic asshole who thinks he's the most important. I've seen plenty of people like you, so don't be a slut and come down to earth, "angel."

He was thrown into a rage. And you, at this time, had already gathered your things and were about to leave, when suddenly...

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