Bradley looked at the boys on the ground.
"Tsk, Now I have to make an excuse and take them to the infirmary." Bradley said as he kicked slightly Adrian's leg , making him groan in pain while still unconscious.
Bradley closed his eyes and then his body glowed brightly, lighting up the room.
The spirit Bradley came out of his body.
[Tsk, that spirit died too fast, fucking weakling] he said.
Bradley's eyes changed back from the eerie black eyes to his usual brown eyes.
Bradley sighed and replied with his normal voice."Of course, what did you expect, it was a low-rank evil spirit."
[Yeah, but I expected him to put a fight, not just beg for his life and try to sneak attack.] He crossed his arms.
"Yeah, yeah, now help me heal these bastards before I get in trouble."
Bradley walked towards his bag and opened it, removing some tissues and water.
He then walked to Adrian and grabbed his head. He poured water on his face to wash up the blood and used the tissues to clean his face.
Spirit Bradley walked to the back of the class where Dickson was buried between the fallen desks, grabbed him by the leg and dragged him all the way to Adrian.
[You almost killed them, you are lucky I can heal injuries caused by spiritual energy, if you would've fought them with your physical strength—you'd be cooked] Spirit Bradley said as he put both hands on Adrian's and Dickson's chests.
Their bodies glowed brightly. Their injuries started to heal at a fast pace.
"I know, that's why I fused with you. Oh, don't heal them completely so they learn their lesson—though, they are not going to remember anything that happened anyways." Bradley said.
The other him nodded and only healed the big injuries, leaving only their swelled faces to look as if they had fought each other.
After a couple of seconds, spirit Bradley retracted his hands from their chests.
[Tsk, wasting spiritual energy on this bastards.]
Bradley looked at his watch, it was past eight o'clock—classes start at eight on the dot.
"Fuck, I'm late!" Bradley cursed.
[You're complaining as if you don't skip classes most of the time, if you miss this one, it won't make a difference at all.]
"I know but it's the first class of the semester, I gotta show up on the first day and then skip the rest of the week." Bradley said shameless.
Spirit Bradley just shook his head at his answer.
Bradley quickly lifted Adrian and Dickson, putting them both on his shoulders and carried them out of the class with ease despite his skinny body.
After dropping them in the infirmary and lying to the nurse that they had fought, he rushed back to his class.
He opened the classroom door.
He was met with stares.
"You're late for the first class of the first semester Mr Dentlinger...as usual." Someone said with a soft voice.
The class chuckled.
Bradley looked at the person who had just spoken.
She had shiny black hair with light brown eyes. She wore formal black and white clothes that hugged her curves perfectly. She looked to be in her 30s.
She was a very beautiful woman—his teacher.
She was standing while writing notes on the board.
"I'm sorry Ms. Melina for coming late, there were some issues in the way." Bradley apologized.
Melina just sighed. "Go, to your seat, there won't be a next time."
Bradley nodded.
He closed the door of the class and walked past his seated classmates who most of them gave him scornful and resentful looks.
Bradley just ignored the stares and moved towards the far back to the class where a boy with black hair and green eyes was seated, waving at him.
He sat at the last seat that was next to the window and to the boy.
"Yo, wassup bro." Kirby greeted him with a smile.
"Yo." Bradley replied.
They both dapped up which made a loud sound in the class causing some students to look back and clicking their tongues in annoyance.
Melina just looked at them with her lazy brown eyes—that was a warning.
"That was an immaculate dap." Kirby whispered.
"On god." Bradley said as he chuckled lightly.
"You look like shit." Kirby said as he pointed at his dusty uniform.
"Yeah, some pricks decided to get in my way."
"Oh, Dickson and Adrian?" Kirby asked.
"Yeah, taught them a lesson though."
"It was about damn time." Kirby said.
They both chuckled.
"So what did I miss?" Bradley asked.
Kirby leaned back on his chair and said. "Nah, you didn't misdmuch. Ms Melina was just going through the curriculum for this semester."
"A lot of yapping I guess?"
"Yeah, a lot of yapping." Kirby said as he looked in front.
Kirby looked at him and asked. "I'm surprised, you appeared on the first day of school, normally you wouldn't even appear on the first two weeks, what happened?"
"Nah, nothing, just decided to be a new man. From now on I'll be showing for classes every single day." Bradley said.
"Cap." Kirby replied flatly.
"Deadass." Bradley said with a serious face.
Kirby studying him silently for a bit and then he opened his mouth and pointed his pen at him. "What did you do to my friend? Please give him back!"
Bradley almost laughed out loud before shutting his mouth close at Melina's glare.
"Phew." He took a deep breath.
They both look in front and started paying attention to class.
Well, Bradley wasn't really paying attention, his eyes were on Melina but his thoughts were somewhere else.
I still wonder why he befriended me despite the messed up stuff I did in the past. He thought.
The Bradley before meeting Kirby was way different from what he is right now.
He was insufferable, terrible, arrogant bastard who looked down on anyone who was inferior to him.
Typical of a spoiled rich brat.
Many would say, it's the parents fault for their kids to turn like that which was most of the cases but in Bradley's case, it was different.
His parents were actually good people despite being rich, they didn't look down on anyone just because they were rich, they were so humble that if someone looked at them, they wouldn't think that they were filthy rich.
The people say that rich people are arrogant but his parents were the opposite.
They taught him well but he just didn't listen.
It was just him who refused to learn.
It was very abnormal for a kid like his age to behave like that.
It got to a point that he started bullying other people because of his status.
But that had consequences.
When he reached 10 years old, one of the kids he bullied in middle schoos, couldn't handle it anymore and jumped from the second floor of the school building.
It was a traumatic sight for the students and even for him.
There was blood everywhere. He had never forgot that scene. He didn't mean to cause his classmate to try and kill themselves but a sin is still a sin, whether you directly on indirectly caused it.
Fortunately the kid survived, though he couldn't walk for a while but with rehabilitation he was able to walk again thanks to his parents paying for the highest physiotherapists.
Their parents had apologised so much to the victim's parents and to the victim to the point of even kneeling in front of them to not press charges against their son. Because if they did—Bradley's life would have been ruined.
Seeing his mom crying and his father kneeling stirred something in him.
Regret. Self hatred.
It was all because of him they suffered that humiliation but his parents didn't care if they had to go through that if it was for the sake of their son—truly humble.
The parents of the victim didn't press charges but he was exprelled from the school and had to stay at home for a year which their parents willingly accepted.
If it was other parents and saw that their child committed such a terrible deed, they probably would've beaten them up, screamed at them, punished them or anything that comes in mind in order to reprimand their child.
However—Bradley's parents where different.
Can you guess what they did?
They didn't punish him or beat him or screamed at him not reprimand him.
They did no such a thing.
They hugged him and cried.
They blamed themselves for his actions.
Even though it was my fault.
They said that they were bad parents, that they didn't teach him enough or spent enough time with him. Maybe if they taught him more he wouldn't have done such thing.
They went through slander, criticized and blamed. Their company was affected by it, dropping in sales and everything but his parents still didn't blame him and apologized to the world for their son's crime.
"A child's behaviour reflects their parents', we apologize for not being good parents and not raising him well." What his parents had said in a press conference.
That line stuck in his head till now and probably untill the day he will die.
Seeing his parents blame themselves, cry and shouldering the blame for him, hurt him so much to the point of him starting to hate himself. Wanting to disappear. Wanting to die.
He did not deserve his parents.
He did not deserve the love they gave him.
He did not deserve anything he had.
But they still loved him.
"Why do you guys still love me despite everything that I have done?" His younger self asked his parents with tears running down his face.
"Because parents are supposed to share their children's sins and love them through anything that comes in life, no matter what you do wrong, we'll always love you and do better to guide in the right path while we're still alive in this earth and we believe that you'll change." His mother said as she and his father embraced him.
And that hurt him more than any beating he ever took for the past 5 years.
He never got to apologize—they died in the same year.
Their death left him hollow.
"You only realize that something was precious to you when you lose it and it becomes a memory, a reminder that you'll never have it ever again."
He thought that maybe God decided to punish him for his sins by taking his parents away from him.
And, oh God, that was the worst punishment he could ever receive.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO DIE.
Those were the thoughts going through his head for the past 5 years.
He wanted to die but he couldn't kill himself.
He didn't have the courage to.
He was a coward after all.
So he tortured himself. Starving, cutting himself sometimes, getting bullied and getting beaten. No matter how much pain he felt from that, it couldn't compare to the hole inside his heart.
After discovering he had supernatural powers, he decided to fight evil spirits, no matter how powerful the were.
Even if they were scary.
If they bit him.
Cut him.
Teared him.
That was his way of atoning for his sins. If he died so be it, he'd finally get what he wanted since he couldn't it with his own hands.
But if he didn't die, he'd still fight until the day he dies.
He didn't notice when but he was crying.
He cleaned his tears quickly before anyone could notice.
He then looked at Kirby.
And somehow, he befriended me despite my past. I truly appreciate you, really.
One day, he had asked Kirby to why did he want to be his friend despite of what he did.
"I am nothing but an imperfect soul, how could I judge others just because I sin differently." That was what he said.
He didn't expect such wide words coming from Kirby—the guy who loved food above anything else.
A true big back. Bradley chuckled inwardly.
...
Hours had passed and the class finally finished.
It was break time.
Bradley stretched himself, he had fallen asleep mid-class.
"Bro you need to start sleeping early, you're not batman." Kirby said as he brought food from the cafeteria and handed to him.
"An you gotta stop eating too much, look at how big you are."
"Never!" He rebuked as if not eating was a sin.
Kirby was very big and tall for his age. He works out so he never became fat.
Is it only me or every single day he grows much more bigger?
[Nah, you're not tripping.] Spirit Bradley said.
"Anyways, this class is low-key useless, it's ethics, I don't need to learn ethics." Bradley said.
Kirby sat down. "you definitely need ethics. You're becoming so salty."
"Me? Salty? No way" Bradley asked.
Kirby chewed his sandwich and nodded. "Yeah, you're the saltiest person I know."
"I'm the saltiest when I bust the hot ejaculated nut down your throat."
Kirby choked on his sandwich.
"Cough, cough, bro why do you have to start with your homosexual rigamarole on a Monday?"
"Sybau." Bradley said as he laughed.
[Gay]
Shut up.
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A/N: For those who don't know 'sybau' means SHUT YOUR BITCH ASS UP.