Bad Boy Agents

Popular Student

The scorching sun in the field was like melting the contents of Gayatri's head. The girl was still sitting on the ground while moving her legs which started to improve after the cramps. The man was right, he was cramps as a result of not warming up first. But the current had improved, much better after Shaka massaged her.

Yes, now he remembered that popular male name was Shaka. I don't know what because there are no problems in his life so he likes to take care of other people's lives. Gone, but Gayatri ignored him. Helping people who don't need help, talking to people who obviously don't want to talk to him and getting along with people who obviously just want to be alone.

The presence of Shaka is completely contrary to the custom of Gayatri. This girl wants a quiet life without distractions, without noise and without other burdens that make her shoulders sag even more. Quite a few of these burdens that he carried, he was already very overwhelmed.

"Life again tired even there are male models Shaka. He's like he's mocked my life that's this sickening, "inner Gayatri. The man was too strange to understand.

Thinking of Shaka, making Gayatri's throat feel dry. That familiar snob was so daring to take his drinking bottle without excuse. It says as a form of thanks. Not only did he have a dry throat, he was the same. Fortunately the bottle was not from a brand loved by mothers, if only from the brand, the history of Gayatri in the hands of his mother ended.

Lazily, Gayatri moved from her place. He walked a little to the cafeteria. He reached into his pocket, damn he forgot to pocket the money. Her pocket money that is not how much it must be stored in her skirt pocket. The girl had to go to class.

Passing through the hallway of the classroom is quiet because most students are still studying in the classroom and the rest are still in the field also scattered in the canteen. Just going to his class, he saw from a distance the man was at the mouth of the classroom door with a girl.

Whether he should continue his steps or not, it was clear that the embarrassed girl was giving something to Shaka.

“This I made myself Brother. Brother Shaka would you like to receive a cake from me?” ask the girl, half begging.

Apparently the man was getting a declaration of love for the whole time. It was not strange for Gayatri to see such scenes in this kind of romance novel, because even in class the students were so fond of the man. Without feeling disturbed, Gayatri continued her steps. For him it is more important to remove his thirst on appeal waiting for their affairs to be finished.

Gayatri passed by, ignoring the two people at the door. He breezed into the classroom until then suddenly Shaka stretched out his left hand to block Gayatri, making the girl's steps stop. “Lo like chocolate cake?” ask the man, smiling little.

Gayatri frowned not understanding what it had to do with chocolate cake. He glanced at Shaka who was waiting for his answer, also turning his head to the girl behind him. The girl looked annoyed that Shaka was holding off Gayatri's steps. Without answering, the girl shook Shaka's hand and continued her steps into the classroom.

Shaka did not comment, he just smiled sarcastically while rubbing his hair, just as easily as a Gayatri dropping his pride. “He doesn't like, I don't like it either. Make others just beautiful,” said Shaka while rubbing the girl's head gently.

The girl looked sad, but was slightly treated to Shaka's sweet-sounding words. “If I want to go home with Brother Shaka, can I not?” The girl's guts are indeed quite large, she abstains from retreating after one rejection from Shaka.

“Can, but not now-now. There are already two hundred students who queue their turn to go home. You number 201.” It could be that the man reasoned, even if it was true or not.

The girl pursed her lips in annoyance making Shaka pity. “Gini deh, I give you a balance g^pay aja want not?” Shaka tried to persuade.

The girl's mouth was already open about to reply, but her sentence paused as Gayatri passed by again next to them. Walk casually towards the canteen without any words of excuse.

“Not Brother, thank you. If gop^y doang anyway I have. all I need now is not that,” timpal girl with glasses round.

“Okey, I don't like people's gestures either. I went to the cafeteria first yes, bye!” pamitnya while following Gayatri in the back.

Left just like that, the girl could only bear disappointment. Though he had imagined that he would enjoy the chocolate cake together with Shaka. Forced to throw his homemade cake into the trash, disappointed by Shaka's refusal.

Walking behind Gayatri turned out to be quite exciting. The rhythm of the steps is regular, not too fast or slow. Without Shaka realizing this girl is so fun to pay attention to. See his habit of walking while listening to music through his earphones. Occasionally the girl touched the flowers in the classroom corridor, after which her hands clutched each other behind her waist, like the position of a resting hand in place.

“Hay, Aya... want to go to the cafeteria?” suddenly a group of students were sitting on the stairs, greeting Gayatri. There were about six people there.

Gayatri did not chimed in, she continued to walk leisurely as if she had not heard their greeting.

"Makeup!!!"

"Jarjit lo! It could be lo pantun even though temen lo again dicuekin," the teenager said annoyed while shaking his friend's head until almost toppled.

"Gue doesn't want to pantun begok, it's so much doang sentencenya."

“Hahahha... I don't know anjir! Relax, slow, there will also be a time when Aya beautiful pursues me.” The young man stood in his place as he tidied up his collar and rubbed his tidy wolfed hair.

“Short of going! Same bet me, until you pass you will not be able to deketin si Aya,” timpal other teenagers.

“Eh, make no mistake. Ayang Aya's name is always in my do’a. Every time, every time.”

“Halah, pake says it's in do’a lo everything, want to eat aja you never read do’a!”

“Hahahaha... really! That's why you often have stomach pain!”

“Hahahaahha... Fuck lo!!!" they laughed crisply because they managed to mitek his friend.

Shaka who noticed also held back laughter seeing the behavior of the teenager. One of them holds a guitar, of course he's a bad songwriter.

“Aaan lo come laugh?” it turns out that someone is aware of Shaka's existence.

“Eh, this is the new kid right?” The other students stood up to Shaka.

“Ya, I'm Shaka, new student here.” Shaka nodded politely, he did not intend to look for trouble with these students.

“Halah, kindly lo! Don't you bother the girls here? All of you were busy seeing your photos in group.” One teenager immediately approached Shaka and pushed Shaka on the shoulder. Unfortunately, Shaka's shoulder is too sturdy, so even his own hand is sick.

“Gue doesn't bother anyone. Yes sorry if you feel disturbed. I just want to go to the cafeteria.” Shaka chimed in calmly. Look at her charming little smile and upset her opponent at the same time.

“About to the cafeteria to the canteen of all, there's ayang me in the canteen. Back again, before I go gibeng!” The teenager pointed his fist at Shaka.

“What is this?!” ask a teacher who is passing by.

“Nothing ma'am! Go to the canteen!” the teenager. They immediately changed their attitude and hurried away. He took the time to whisper in Shaka's ear before actually leaving. “Inget, do not macem-macem or I make your face come along. Understand lo?!” exclaimed the teenagers before they went running to the cafeteria.

Shaka was just speechless, only this time did he see the dark side of this elite school. It seemed, he had to start getting to know the responsible teenager who had threatened him. It was possible that he would find some important information from those who were talented to be bullies.

“What are you doing here?” The teacher asked Shaka. The teenager just pecked after getting intimidation from his friend.

“You to class, Mom. Excuse me,” said Shaka. It seemed that he could not follow Gayatri to the cafeteria. There were too many doors to break through.

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