Chapter 131

Normally, a student fight would be handled by a teacher or the dean of students. But this involved the school tyrant, who didn't even respect the principal, and the

principal's own nephew. It was a messy situation, so the teacher had no choice but to come directly to him.

The principal's head started to throb. In truth, he couldn't wait for Aaron to be gone. A failing student like him was a lost cause, destined to become a drain on society. But now that he saw these wealthy relatives, a seed of greed had been planted. After all, he'd had to pay for his own dental work after Aaron knocked out two of his teeth. Aaron had no money, and his psycho mother had just stormed into the office and caused a scene.

"Where are they?" the principal asked, striding toward the door. He turned back to Theobald. "You see? This is what I have to deal with. Our school is doing him a favor by even letting him stay!"

Theobald's brow furrowed, but he remained silent.

Marguerite, however, spoke up, her tone icy. "Two boys are fighting, and without even knowing the details, you've already decided it's Aaron's fault?"

She had kept quiet while Theobald was talking to the principal, but after hearing from Hans that Jordon was his nephew and was running an extortion racket, her opinion of the man had plummeted. He had to know what his nephew was up to.

The stout principal scowled. He couldn't believe this young girl, who looked like a high school student herself, would dare speak to him like that.

"Aaron dared to hit me. What more do you need to know?" he sneered.

The teacher beside him chimed in, "That's right. That boy is a lost cause. Our principal is a generous man for not pressing charges. He knocked out several of the principal's teeth. I'm sure you didn't know that."

The principal puffed out his chest, expecting an apology.

But the two of them remained unmoved.

The principal stared, dumbfounded.

Marguerite's face was a cool mask. “I haven't spoken to Aaron about that incident yet. We can discuss it after I have."

The principal's eyes widened. He was the principal, and this was a teacher. Did they think they were lying? Kids these days had no respect for their elders.

An idea sparked in his mind. "Aaron has been at our school for two years. Not only

is he always at the bottom of his class, late, and fighting, but he's also a pathological liar."

The teacher nodded in agreement. "He is. He lies constantly. He has serious character issues."

Theobald, who had been silent until now, finally lost his patience. “Are you two kidding me?" he said, his voice laced with cold fury.

The principal and the teacher fell silent.

It was the break between classes, and the hallway outside Aaron's classroom was packed with students. Aaron and Jordon had already gone a round, and both had fresh cuts and bruises. Their respective crews were engaged in a shouting match.

Jordon's crony: "You're all brain-dead for following that little psycho!"

Aaron's follower: "You're just a bunch of lapdogs who only know how to bark!"

Yellow spat in their direction. "Ptooey!"

The principal, the teacher, Marguerite, and Theobald couldn't even push through the crowd.

The teacher yelled, "Make way, the principal is here!"

No one paid him any mind.

The principal, fuming, bellowed, “All of you, get back to class! Do you hear me?"

A few students moved, but most couldn't hear him over the din.

Marguerite frowned. "I'm going to push through and break it up."

Using her slender frame to her advantage, she weaved through the crowd like a fish

in water and quickly made it to the front. Hans was there, too. His eyes lit up when

he saw her. No one had believed she'd bought him spicy chips; he was determined to get a photo with her this time.

Seeing her about to step forward, Hans grabbed her arm again. "Hey, I'm not kidding this time. When the boss fighting he's like a different person Once, a girl who hacha crush on him stood on the side yelling, 'Stop fighting! Please stop! He had his guys carry her away!

Marguerite was speechless.

Jordon was the first to spot her. A dark glint appeared in his eyes. Why did Aaron get a girl this beautiful? But this was an opportunity. He could provoke Aaron again, and the girl would surely hold him back. That would give him the opening he needed the people who paid him wanted Aaron's leg broken. Since he was a minor, he wouldn't face any serious criminal charges. Aaron was just that hateable; even people from outside the school wanted to beat him up.

Wiping a trickle of blood from his nose, Jordon sneered at Aaron. "Your mom's a psycho, Aaron. Do you even know who your dad is? Or do you have too many to count?"

His followers burst out laughing.

Yellow wished he could spit right in their mouths.

The fury in Aaron's eyes, hidden beneath his long bangs, intensified. He lunged

forward, his fist aimed at Jordon's face.

Just then, a hand grabbed his arm.

The grip was light, but it was enough for Aaron to check his punch. The rage in his

eyes receded slightly. He knew who it was without even looking.

He turned his head and saw Marguerite's beautiful face. His heart sank.

Oh no, she's going to be angry again.

Sleeping in class, fighting during break. He was such a screw-up.

Was she going to give up on him?

A triumphant smirk spread across Jordon's face as he threw a punch at Aaron.

Aaron couldn't dodge in time and braced for the impact.

But then, he saw Marguerite lift her

leg and send Jordon flying back two

BUT

slaps

feet. Her long hair whipped through the air in a graceful arc as she delivered a flurry of stinging across dordon's face. "You want to hit may brother,” she spärled. You'll have to get through The Dragon Tamer first."