Chapter 2 – Boredom in London (2)
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Oh well. Not like I can be like that in my lifetime.


If this were a webtoon then Jack Taylor would be the current head of this school. If I take him down then I would take his position.


I wonder...


I stand up and walk towards an unoccupied ball ready to kick it at any moment. If I hit his head at the right angle then that's basically me taking down a head.


He may seem nice but surely it's all an act. That's right he must be up to no good secretly taxing youngers or something.


It'd make me super cool to stop such a villain.


I'm definitely not doing this out of jealousy or anything like that.


After reaffirming my goals I kicked the ball with full might towards Jack Taylor.


Bmmlpouuu!


The whole playground grew silent on impact.


A direct hit! 


But...


Jack Taylor wasn't even fazed and turned to face the direction of the kick to find the culprit.


Not a critical one.


Maybe I didn't think this through.


It's natural what I should do in this situation. I put my hands behind my back and started to whistle slowly walking away.


Everyone started at me blankly.


It must be working!


They don't suspect a thin-


"Oi You! Stop for a sec!"


Fuck.


I immediately turned around to the owner of that voice. Jack Taylor.


"Uh H-hi how c-can I help?"


What's this pressure dammit? Facing a head is scary.


"Yo whats your name?"


"It's Marcus Rashford"


I immediately lied.  I'm not telling this bastard my real name let's just apologise and quickly go after this.


"He's lying his name is Azzky Clio!"


"That's the name of the Darkest Yute in our school right?"


"I thought he was a myth" 


"That title should apply to the world not just the school" 


Everyone immediately chimed in to expose the truth about me.


Even though they're against me a part of me can't help but feel happy this many people know who I am.


How I feel about the reason I'm well known however...


"Ite your names Azzky yeah? You dropped this"


Jack Taylor walked up to me and pressed the ball into my chest. 


Dammit. Holding the ball with one hand and saying such a cool line? This guy is tougher than I thought. 


Facing a head is scary.

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