Again, Abel successfully became the center of attention at West Lake City High School. Some of the boys and a few girls had seen him being dropped off by a black Mercedes A12. The driver was a very beautiful woman dressed in corporate wear.
Before Abel could even reach the classroom, the news was already spreading everywhere. “Abel is now a gigolo.” He facepalmed when a few of his friends asked him about it.
“f**k off! How dare you call your daddy a gigolo? Who’s spreading that nonsense?” He grew furious, ready to teach whoever started it a good lesson.
“Ehm, it’s that fatty Lonart and his gang,” Eric replied.
“Oh, that fatty,” he sighed. He still hadn’t done anything to exact his revenge. Even though he now had the system and shouldn’t care about the past, he still held a bit of a gru
