Sunny
We looked to the side and saw a group of men wearing black suits. They are also holding a bat and a KNIFE TOO!
A man in the center went to our place.
"Sir. Gino." He said it again and bowed a little. "Who tried to harm you?" He asked afterward.
"Ahh, actually, not me. Those people said something bad about my friends, you know? Sunny and Steven." Gino replied, pointing at me and Steven. "They posted malicious things and made fun of them." He explained, as he pointed next at Jake and his companies.
The man glared at them. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to bury them altogether?" He asked nonchalantly, as if what he was saying was very normal.
Even our own section could not help but to gasp at what we were hearing. Are we even hearing things right?
"G-gino." I tried to stop Gino, but he just smiled at me.
He looked back to the man he was talking to. "Would their parents and the school find them?" Gino asked.
The man shook his head. "Do not worry. The school is under us. We could just tamper with the CCTV videos. And about their parents, we can just make it look like an accident." He replied, smiling as he took out his knife. "What do you want us to do? Should we cut their tongues? Cut their fingers so that they can't post anything now?"
Gino looked at me. "What do you want to do with them?" He asked.
I quickly held his arms, panicking. "G-gino, you do not have to do this." I told Gino and turned to the man. "Sir, it's alright. I am fine. Can we let them go, please? It is not good to hurt people." I pleaded.
"You are kind. That is why they are doing this to you." The man told me.
After hearing him, I feel sorry for myself. He nags like my sister. Fei is more straightforward than Grandma and Mom. If Fei nags you, it will pierce your heart and you will cry because she is right.
"Just make sure to delete whatever is on their phone. Search for each recording they have one by one." Gino said. "We will do what Sunny has said. Let's follow her for now." He added.
The man's forehead creased, "Are you sure about this?" The man asked me. "Who did bad things to you? Point them to me." He added.
"S-sir..."
"Them, Sir." Shiela suddenly replied, pointing at Jake and his girlfriend. "This man hurt my friend a lot of times, and this girl is acting like she did not snatch this ugly man from my friend." She added.
"Shiela—S-sir, wait!" I said worriedly when I saw him going to where Jake and his girlfriend were. "P-please do not hurt them. I am fine. Can we just go home? Gino, tell him to stop doing this too, please?" I added, almost choking because I was nearing tears.
"I won't." Sir replied. "But if we see something on the internet about humiliating you, I will cut their fingers into pieces. Understand?!" He yelled at them.
Making Jake and his company nod their heads in fear.
The man signed the other men to come.
"Check their phones. If there should be any videos uploaded online, if they did, then teach them a lesson." The man commanded.
They made them fall in line and checked their phones one by one.
"How was it, Sunny?" Gino asked, earning my attention. "You should have let my people cut their fingers. That would be fun to look at while they were crying." He added, smiling.
I am getting scared of Gino now.
He is making me shake from where I am standing.
"Should I just make their parents pay for their sins? Make their businesses go down and make them put all the blame on their lovely children?" Gino said.
"Sir. Gino, all done. We deleted their records." The man said.
"Okay, then. Let's all go home." Gino said excitedly. "Bye, weak department. See you all in hell!" He added, making the other students run away in fear.O
Our section, we are the only people here.
"We will go now." The man told Gino.
Gino nodded. "Thank you for the help." He replied.
The man and his people headed off too.
"That's fun. Serves them right." He said and turned to us. "Anyway, what we have said is all lies. I am good at making fake stories." Gino said, shrugging some fake dust on his shoulders.
"I-is that really not true?" I asked.
Gino nodded. "Yes, I just want to scare them. They should not mess with our section. Were you scared?" He asked me.
I hit him. "I badly want to cry from fear! I thought you were really serious about it." I complained.
"You scared us for a few minutes, Gino!" Philip also commented.
Gino laughed at us. "Sorry, I called them when I heard Marco saying Jake, and many people came. So I thought we could teach them a lesson." He explained. "But those guys are really true. My parents have a lot of connections, and I have their leader's number. The one who came at me first? He was called Jablo. I have a lot of gangster friends too, but I think they suit the situation better. "
"I thought we were really making a movie. I even tried to look in every corner to see if there is any suspicious people holding some cameras." Our President commented. "You scared the shit out of me, Gino. Anyway, we can go home happily and proudly. Our section won the battle." He added.
We bid our goodbyes, still going home in groups.
Shiela was busy telling her what she felt a while ago. That she was so amazed and found it fun to be with Jake and his company. She even said that they deserved it. That was their karma for doing something bad to someone. I somehow agree that karma is around. It can hit you now or later. But, I do not want to get to the point where they get hurt. That is another story.
"Take care on your way, guys! I will make sure to watch their posts tonight. I will message you if there is. Thank you!" Shiela said happily before entering their house.
Now that Steven and I are alone, I find it awkward.
How should I say sorry to him?
I am scared to know what he feels.
My overthinking mode stopped when I felt someone touch my hands. I yanked my hand away.
"S-sorry." I apologize.
He did not say anything, and he held my hand again.
I was about to remove my hand when he held it tight. "Don't." He said. "You are hurting me." He added.
"S-sorry." I apologized again and felt his grip loosen.
What should I say?
I do not know how to explain the mess I made.
"Sorry." He said something that drew my attention to him.
"H-huh? I am the one who is supposed to say that, right?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "No. It's not your fault. It's theirs." He replied. "I am just sorry that I did not help you first a while ago." He explained.
I waved my hands at him. "You do not have to be sorry for that. That's nothing. I am the one who should be sorry," I replied. "You just got out of the hospital and here I am, putting you in trouble." I added.
"I am really sorry, Steven. I did not expect that it would turn out like this."
"I should not...I should not..."
"You should not what?" Steven asked.
"I should not have done that." I replied.
"You should not have let me hold your hands that day?" He asked again. "D-did you hate it?"
"N-no! I did not hate that. Do not think that I hated it." I responded. "It's just I am feeling guilty because I am always making trouble for you. I know how badly you hate those kinds of situations, and it is making you uncomfortable." I tried to elaborate on what I feel.
"As long as you did not hate it, then we are good." Steven said. "You do not have to be guilty about it. Actually, I heard rumors about us when I got into the university. I was just waiting for you to tell me that, but you did not. I guess you were trying to solve the issue. So I let you first, and when I thought that you needed my help, I interrupted and joined to help you." He shared.
"Those people who say bad things about you are losers. They decided to follow that idiot and his idiot girlfriend. They did not ask what the real situation was. They just did that to add some fuel." He added.
That is why you need to choose carefully who you should be friends with. I am lucky and thankful that my friends did not turn their backs on me. Instead, they did their best to help me.
"Sunny." Steven called my name.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Do not let those bad words go into your mind. I love what I am doing with you. Listen to your own heart and mind. Do not listen to others and do not let them dictate you, okay?"