Become My Son's Mommy

CH 3: Ragging

Ragging!!

The word rang in her mind.

Amayra walked with the other girls as they were led inside a large hall. The moment they entered, her eyes scanned the place carefully.

Four girls sat ahead, watching them as they stood in a line. In front of them were two rows of boys.

Their eyes moved across every girl, openly judging, openly staring. Some had girls sitting on their laps, yet they still didn’t hold back their gaze.

Amayra felt a cold wave pass through her body. She hated this kind of behavior.

Her fists clenched slightly. She wanted to beat them right then and there, but she held herself back.

She needed to see what they were planning. Her eyes moved across the boys and stopped at one person.

Robin also looked shocked seeing her there.Amayra shot him a sharp look.

Does he dare to stand with people like them?

He immediately shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t involved.

She didn’t respond.

Around her, whispers began.

"Why did they bring us here?" One girl whispers to the other.

"They must be bullying us." The second girl whispered back.

"I don't want to get bullied… Look at those eyes… I don't want to do embarrassing things." Tierd girl said in a scared tone.

"Do you have the power to fight with them?" Amayra spoke quietly.

Both girls looked at her with widened eyes. One was clearly scared. The other tried to sound brave.

"I'll if they ask me to do something odd. I'll never do that..." one of them says.

"Are you crazy? My friend told me that they are high school bullies. They are rich and powerful students. They do anything to anyone. No one stops them. Their parents own this school. You can't fight them." Another girl whispered.

Amayra’s expression darkened.

So that’s how it worked.

"Look what we got here? So many beautiful chicks here." A boy’s voice pulled everyone’s attention forward.

He sat like he owned the place expensive clothes, blond hair, blue eyes, confident smirk. A girl sat on his lap, clinging to him tightly.

"They are not as beautiful as I…" she said, pouting.

"Of course, babe," He replied, kissing her cheek.

Amayra looked away uninterested.

"So let's get started," one of the girls said in an annoyed tone.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Kelly, and these are my friends Mandy, Wanda, and Milly. And we would love to know all of you. So let's introduce each other." Kelly said with a bright smile.

"The front line these are your seniors. The second row is your batchmates," Wanda added.

"We have one rule here… The boys will ask questions, and you will answer them. And Kelly will decide if you are lying. If you lie… You will get punished." Wandy added.

"Punishment?" the girls gasped.

"Yes. If you lie, you have to remove one piece of clothing. So make sure you tell the truth." Kally said.

Silence filled the room. Fear spread instantly.

"You… introduce yourself," Kelly pointed out.

The first girl trembled as she stepped forward. She answered every question nervously, trying to avoid punishment.

The boys laughed at her answers.

Amayra’s fists tightened. This wasn’t an introduction. This was humiliation.

"Now who is second?" Wanda asked.

"I'd love to introduce myself to all." Amayra raised her hand.

All eyes turned to her.

"Oh! Look who is here… Mayra…" Kelly mocked. "The old dumb girl who hurt our prince dares to come back…"

Amayra’s eyes narrowed.

'So they knew her sister.'

Robin suddenly looked alert too.

Something isn’t right.

"How dare she come here?" the girl on the boy’s lap shouted angrily.

Amayra looked at her coldly.

"Hey, you… " Walk ahead," Kelly ordered.

Amayra stepped forward calmly.

The entire room watched her.

Some curious, some angry, and some uneasy.

"We know who you are… but others don’t. Introduce yourself," Kelly said.

"Amyra James, age 24, lives in…."

She kept it short.

"Boys? Any question for her?" Kelly gestured.

"Are you a virgin?" one boy asked.

"Of course not… she is a pure s*ut!" The girl named Kaya mocked.

"Kaya, let her talk…" the boy said calmly.

"Are you going to answer or remove your hoodie?" Wanda pointed.

"I'm not a virgin," Amayra replied calmly.

"See… she is exactly what I said," Kaya smirked.

"Next?" Kelly continued.

"Did you sleep with anyone around us?" another boy asked.

"No. You are not worth it…" Amayra replied coldly.

That triggered them.

"Who do you think you are?" One of the boys mocked her.

"Do you think you’re special?" Another boy said.

"My girlfriend is better than you. I wouldn’t touch someone like you…." The third boy said.

Laughter filled the room.

Amayra’s gaze turned cold. They hate her. Which meant they hated Mayra.

"Next?" Kelly continued.

"Who is your first time?" Another boy asked.

Amayra stayed silent. She didn’t know.

"Why are you quiet? Did you forget how many boys you slept with?" Kaya mocked again.

"Mayra, answer… or strip," Kelly said.

A pause.

Then Amayra decided to strip, because she didn't know who the guy her sister slept with was.

"I'll strip…" Amayra unzipped her hoodie and removed it calmly.

Silence filed into hall. The reaction was immediate. All eyes were fixed on her.

She stood there confidently, wearing a black sports top that highlighted her strong, balanced figure. Her slim waist and milky body show she never misses the gym. Boys' mouths open in shock.

Her posture was straight, her expression calm. There was no hesitation, or embarrassment on her face.

That confidence alone shifted the atmosphere. The boys' eyes turn lustful. The girls looked shocked and jealous.

"What a shameless attitude…." Kaya snapped.

Before Amayra could respond

A cold voice cut through the room.

"What the hell happened here?"

Everyone turned.

A tall, handsome guy walked in with his two friends. Their presence alone changed the atmosphere. Cold face and sharp eyes.

The guy in the center gaze moved to the stage, then stopped on Amayra.

He frowned seeing her once again. Anger flickered in his eyes.

"Brother Xander, Mayra is back… She is the one who made our Prince leave the school."

The boy quickly moved toward him.

The room went silent again.

Xander stared at Amayra.

His gaze was cold, piercing like ice scanning her completely.

Amayra rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"If you all lose to the question, can I go?" she asked patiently.

The room froze.

"No," Kaya snapped. "You are not allowed to go… Kelly—Wanda strips her of all clothes. Let's all see how dirty she is…."

Gasps echoed.

"Well, gladly love to do that…" Wanda smirked.

Kelly stood beside her. Both walked toward Amayra without wasting time.

Robin's body tensed. He is not worried about Amayra, he is worried about the girls who touch Amayra.

Xander didn’t move. He just watched calmly. They stopped right in front of her.

"Did you have the last words to say?" Kelly grabbed her arms and asked.

Amayra slowly lifted her gaze.

Calm.