Bad Boy Agents

New kid

A sport bike entered the gates of an elite school and lured the students who were walking on the sidewalk to look at the rider. The bike is foreign, they've never seen it. It's just that the driver looks so attractive. He wore a leather jacket with a full face helmet in black, in line with the color of the motorcycle he was driving.

Just a few meters he entered the school area, his figure had become the center of attention of the girls in the school. Especially when the rider stopped the speed of his motorbike in the parking lot and took off his helmet. He flicked his hair that was a little shady, scrambled it with origin, to be able to amaze many pairs of eyes, especially girls.

“Aaaakkk handsome bangeeettt!!!” shouted a girl who was growling with anxiety when she saw the teenager. His feet were on agile tiptoes, writhing themselves with the 'Nackal' man's look.

“New boy yes, how come I've never seen?” ask the other teenage daughter. His eyes sparkled at the intake of vitamins this morning. He said seeing the handsome man could make the girls live long.

“Gue do not know, let's hunt us samperin,” exclaim the girl who incubates the anxiety while pulling the hand of her friend.

They walked quickly, caught up with the new boy and looked at him with eyes full of admiration. The man smiled sweetly while nodding politely. His sharp glances of eyes made the young princess' heart bulge, fluttering erratically.

“Aaakkk... her smile is so sweet!! Make me immediately think to use custom what fitting I marry him, later.” The girl was completely fascinated. His legs until limp like they will collapse until they have to hold on to his partner.

“Iihh awaaas! I want to take a photo of him.” The girl's friend chose to leave her friend who had fallen on the floor without being able to move. He prefers to chase the handsome guy.

“Hay, new boy huh?” ask the girl boldly.

“Yes, I'm a new kid here,” said the handsome teenager.

“Aaakkk really friendly siihh... love sekebon for you...” The girl pointed her heart-shaped finger at the teenager.

The teenage boy just smiled while tidying up his slightly messy hair exposed to the morning breeze. “Can you please show me his teacher room?” pinta's a handsome teenager.

“By bangeettt, want to be appointed directions to KUA also can,” timpal the girl while flicking her hair with teasing.

“Lo scented,” Not chimed but instead praised, making the girl want to shout as loudly as possible. His blushing face was disguised by the hand that smothered his own mouth, at a loss for words.

“Let me anter,” The girl walks proudly next to the new kid, putting on the most beautiful expression she has. His eyes glared haughtily as the other schoolgirls looked at him enviously.

The arrival of the new students not only attracted the attention of children in the corridor to the teacher room, but also those whose classes were on the 2nd floor. The girls were busy peering out of the windows in their class and exclaiming in dismay as photos of the new boy were strewn across their school group.

“Emang can ya all this?” whining a girl with her face. His appearance was regrettable berandal that made the girls hope to be kidnapped.

“Anjirrr, cute no screwdriver! What's his name?” Another girl chimed. They gathered at the front desk and made a noise, asking each other about which class the new boy would inhabit.

“Whose new kid anyway?” ask one of the most popular students at the school. The style is a little muffled with the top two buttons deliberately opened, in order to show the metal tattoo.

“Know, sok sake anjir. I guarantee he will not be at home in school here,” said another genk.

The noise continued to disturb the focus of the students who were supposed to study. There is only one person who is not disturbed. He chose to wear his earphones and listen to a soothing song while continuing the picture he was making. The long-haired girl did not care at all about her surroundings. He just wants to enjoy his time alone.

“She's here, she's here!” exclaimed a student who immediately ran into the classroom.

“Aakk yes real,” exciting other girls. They peered through the window of his class to see the new kid who created an uproar this morning. The man walked behind a middle-aged teacher. In his hand carried the wand he used to punish his disciples. This time he used to hit the walls and windows where the girls peeked at the new boy.

“Class entry, class entry!” the teacher exclaimed while banging his staff against the wall. Occasionally twist the stick shrewdly, like a major.

“Yaaa, still want to see Sir,” protest one of the students.

“Say you lost your favor, so envy, Chuax! Hahahaha...” ledk one of the students.

“Iya, like young master and his daughter, hahahaa..” timpal other students.

“What's girl? You will come to my room! I'm legal for speaking impolitely!” the man, do not accept.

“Akh not fun, how dare to play law! Escape akh, fear of being lectured plus in love bonus splashes of holy water that spurt from his mouth, hahahaha.” said one of the students who immediately ran towards his class.

“Jeez, son now. No respect and courtesy towards the teacher. Later I will punish, even I who was beaten by his parents. Ckckck,” complained the man as he rubbed his sweaty forehead as well as the corners of his lips that collected white foam. He looked at the teenage boy behind him and the boy just smiled as he nodded.

“Yes, you are handsome.  I used to be more handsome than you, too. Remember, keep the attitude yes, do not handsome doang but minus behavior. Do not let you get carried away by the bad flow of this school.” The glasses guy tried to warn me.

“Siap, Sir,” said the man firmly.

"God! Just you're not looking for it." The man rubbed his stunned chest. "Can you have a voice like that? Do you use stereo bass?" all the time the man noticed his student.

The student smiled slightly at the curiosity of his teacher. "Don't be your handsome ass, wear a smile all over. You think I'll be fascinated?" Annoyed apparently seeing that handsome face as if mocking him.

"Obviously no. There is, I am fascinated by the father." The teenager chimed in with a pleasant sentence. The handsome teacher of his day smiled proudly. Wiping his neatly combed golp. He did not realize that his students were smiling at the students who were peeping at him at the window. The girls cheered with excitement.

Entering the classroom, the sound of a stick punch on the teacher's desk made the students immediately sit in their respective seats. The atmosphere is not always calm, but quite boisterous with the whispering sounds of students talking about new students who stand up straight in front of the class. The man stood up gallantly, his backpack was just a sling next door. Looks cool with a leather jacket wrapped around his body.

“I know you guys are waiting for him to introduce yourself. Come quickly, introduce yourself,” said the teacher to his new student.

“Good Sir.” The teenager immediately straightened his body and took one step forward. The look in his washed-out eyes swept across the entire room looking at him attentively. He slightly smiled at the student who was looking at him full of curiosity. Waiting for him to say his name.

“Include, I'm Shaka Praditya. You can call me Shaka,” Shaka said straightforwardly.

“Oohh, her name is Shaka,” a girl repeats her name as if the others are deaf.

Shaka just smiled slightly as he tidied up the strands of his hair that covered one side of his face, there was a bonus blink of an eye that made the girl wavy, falling drooping on her desk. Today, the name Shaka Praditya officially became the new identity of Shaka in this school. An eighteen-year-old high school 3rd grader who looks handsome, masculine and cool. The impression of a naughty teenager is clearly visible from the piercing in his left ear. There was a small tattoo on the back of his hand, a scorpion-shaped tattoo that impressed him macho.

All of these identities he used to be able to blend in with the students at the school of the younger brother who died one month ago. He is ready with his new identity and ready to find out who the killer of his beloved sister is.

“Enough, you can sit. And remember, in class you can't wear a jacket. Take off your earrings too. Don't groom and model thugs so.” The teacher pointed to an empty table in front of a student who did not pay attention to the teenager at all. He was more interested in the pictures in his book.

“Good Sir,” Shaka was immediately sitting in his place. He draped his jacket on the back of the chair and slightly greeted the girl sitting behind him. “Hay, I'm Shaka.” Shaka repeated to introduce himself. Because since then, only this girl had not turned her head towards him. Busy with books and pencils.

The girl did not chim in, she preferred to pull her body away from Shaka and sit leaning back. But then, Shaka can see the name of the girl who pretended not to see it.

“Ga-ya-tri, unique name,” Inner Shaka. The girl did not budge at all, preferring to pay attention to the teacher who started telling her to open the book.

"Is he blind? Doesn't she want to scream or blush like the other girls?" batin Shaka while chewing gum in his mouth.

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