The Wrong Kid

Chapter 2.

He watched how Esteban pulled a mono chair across him as he asked, “What do you have today?”

Troy let his boss sit first and give him an eye before he spoke, “The mafia boss asked me to see you around and ask about the recent transaction of green ecstasy, young master.”

“I have commanded Gideon and Jules about this lately. I would rather suggest you to see them for that.” Esteban spoke.

Troy breathed out. “Maybe I am seeing them later. But how school anyway? It has been just a month of you attending yet.”

“Did he also ask you to ask me this question?” Esteban asked, trying not to sound cold, since he was still on the school grounds.

He is having lunch with Troy, who also wears the University’s uniform to fake out his identity. So, he could easily get the chance to talk to his boss, without even having the crowd suspecting whom he is.

“No, young master.” he lowly replied.

Soon, their food arrived and Esteban even thanked the waitress. That caught Troy’s attention.

‘This young master is perfect at portraying some personalities we never knew he could. Is this how it disciplined him by Sr. Roman before?’

“I also put the authorities to them if the courier did not apprehend to them precisely.” Esteban said, as he started eating, referring to the subject about the recent transaction of drugs the gang had, not answering Troy’s recent question.

Troy nodded and just started eating also.

“No one had tried to be in contact with me within this week.” He suddenly said that stopped Troy.

He smiled.

Esteban remained eating.

“Young master, can I ask a personal question?” He courageously asked.

He found how Esteban lifted his gaze upon him, seriously.

“Go on.”

Troy breathed out first. “Why did the boss rule out executing whoever dare to touch you as the young master?”

Esteban’s face remained serious as he realized what does that question was all about and where did that come from.

But he never replied that instant.

He was so young when he received the physical, mental and emotional training the mafia boss provided for him after the death of his mother, in front of his eyes. The psychopath teacher, Sr. Roman Valerio, recklessly let him suffer through worthless pain and training’s fatigue that he grew up like him. He eventually looked and behaved like a psycho, but indeed a sane kind of killer, because of the self-discipline he learned from those trainings. Sr. Roman molded him to be like this for nothing, and after he called him ‘his son’, he ordered to everyone, and so to him, that no one should have the privilege or right to touch or have contact with him physically.

Because if they do, they would get killed.

And he, as the obedient ‘younger boss’, just apprehended at that.

“Never mind that, young master.” Troy just told him.

Esteban is still silently eating.

Up to the time that they finished their lunch, and were to part ways, he never answered Troy’s question.

By the afternoon class session, he arrived, not too early, to his first but also last subject for the day. As he was expecting, most of the section mates he knows hate him, were in there, doing their stuff.

And thought they won’t bother to give him attention.

“Hey!” It was Andrea Contis, who walked towards him as he seated.

“HEY!” she yelled again when he did not give her the attention she expected him to give.

Some of their classmates even laughed at that.

“Are you deaf? Stop acting like you did not hear me!” the girl said.

Esteban asked her, “What do you want?”. He was staring up at her, but not with cold eyes.

“Hmm.” She even glanced at the other girls behind her and Strawberry beckoned her something before Andrea chuckled.

But stared at him with disgust.

“Do you like me or Strawberry?” the girl giggled.

Andrea, together with Strawberry and Ysabel have planned to make fun of him by trying to show him they are open if somehow he likes someone from them. But eventually, they just wanted to hurt his feelings, so he could just leave and feel bad about himself.

Unfortunately, Esteban already knew these gimmicks.

“I went here for school, not to fantasize about women.” He said politely.

That just caused Strawberry to feel pissed.

Andrea laughed, thinking he was just playing ‘hard-to-get’.

That she suddenly sipped down her uniform’s zipper downwards, showing the deep and attractive cleavage she had, with the round side by side of her breasts, pushing each other.

She saw how his eyes went down to it, before he shifted back to her face, without change of expression.

“What should I do with those?” he savagely said that made Andrea’s face burned red, in embarrassment.

She swiftly zipped up her uniform then, lifts her right hand to slap him.

“How dare—“ she was about to do it when Esteban caught it with his right hand, sending a shiver to him again.

He just hates it when he has to hold other people’s hand to stop from hitting him.

He stands up from his seat, making Andrea look up at him, and now him, looking down at her.

Strawberry and Ysabel, just rolled their eyes in disgust as they knew their plan did not work.

Never knew what danger this has brought to their friend.

“I advise you to stop showing those things around boys because we do not have the similar response to that.” He said seriously, coldness wrapped his dark eyes staring at her.

Andrea felt a shiver from that, as she felt how he quickly squeeze her hand off with his hand.

“Let my hand go, you moron!” She said, pulling her hand from him. He loosened up and let her go.

“What, mister car washer? Does that concern you if someone harassed me if I show these to them? Of course, you would say that because you want to act cool, but for real, you wanted to touch them so much, right?! I'm sure no girl has done that and would like to have s*x with you!” She yelled enough for everyone around to hear.

Esteban remained calm, but the cold stare on her face remained. He could tell she was trying to provoke him.

Then, he smirked slyly. She noticed that.

He was about to speak when the room door opened, and everyone glanced towards it.

“Sorry for being late, everyone!” Instructor Charles Sotto said, rushing his way towards his seat.

Andrea was about to go towards her seat when Esteban managed to catch her in her shoulder, pulling her back, making her back lean against his body.

She felt those toned core he had as she felt the breath near her ear, “Don’t dare me, or else, no other men would have the chance to adore those breasts of you anymore.”

It tickles and froze her lustfully, that she did not manage to move away instantly. Luckily, Esteban pushed her within her back before the other students could see them, but the Instructor already sees that.

As the moment Andrea was embarrassed rushing to her chair, Esteban, and the Instructor’s met gazes and knew what does that all about.

Charles took his phone out and sent him a message.

Esteban sat back in his chair, as he felt the vibration of his phone within the pocket of his bag. He took it out and opened the message.

“Target’s identity captured, young master.” Charles says.