The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain

Revenge

"What on earth is happening here?" Andrew abruptly released Stanley's hands, unaware of the sheer force within him that had caused Stanley's bone to break.

Stanley felt an incredible amount of pressure and pain from Andrew's hands, and he couldn't help but wonder how a small, slender person like Andrew, who didn't possess much physical strength, could withstand his punch so effortlessly and not only that had the power to shatter his fist.

Stanley was bleeding as he turned his gaze towards the source of the voice, he noticed it was a lecturer. In an instant, he decided to portray himself as the one being bullied.

The lecturer's attention immediately focused on Hannah, who was lying on the ground. Stanley, clutching his broken fist, spoke up,

"Andrew! I told you to leave Hannah alone, and now you've attacked me. Why are you acting so wicked?" Stanley's words caught Andrew off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Despite his pretense of sobriety, Stanley couldn't hide the wicked smirk that played across his face, directed solely at Andrew.

"Sir, that's not true. He's completely lying," Andrew attempted to clarify, desperately seeking vindication.

The lecturer turned to the crowd, silently searching for answers through their expressions.

Unexpectedly, the crowd began to rally behind Stanley, further cementing the perception that he was the instigator. Hannah, rising from the ground in support of Andrew, addressed Mr. Lockwood, "Sir Lockwood, it was Stanley, not Andrew, who initiated the fight. It's all his fault."

Andrew, taken aback by the unexpected support, was deeply moved. He had never experienced anyone standing up for him before, and this moment brought him immense joy.

While Mr. Lockwood observed that both Andrew and Stanley were injured, he hesitated to take action against Stanley due to the influential status of his family, who belonged to the top eight wealthiest families in the area.

"Andrew, come with me to the Office of Student Consult," Mr. Lockwood directed, pointing at Andrew as he reprimanded him. Andrew attempted to explain himself, but the lecturer's intense gaze silenced him.

"Sir, Andrew is not to blame," Hannah interjected, trying to make Mr. Lockwood understand, but her plea fell on deaf ears.

Stanley, grinning at Andrew, whispered threateningly from behind, "You'll pay for this."

This unfortunate incident reflected the flaws of the school system, where the strong were favored over the weak. Andrew, an orphan who had earned a scholarship to attend the prestigious Wilson Bridge College, was often looked down upon by his course mates.

After all, it was a school for the privileged, and Andrew faced relentless bullying day in and day out. However, he had always endured it silently, as he had no one to protect him except himself. Today, however, he felt an urge to fight back, experiencing a taste of power for the first time in his life. Determined to make the most of it, he resolved to wield it to its fullest extent.

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After hours of seating at the waiting room Andrew was called it the Disciplinary hearing room.

Andrew nervously entered the disciplinary hearing room of the Office of the Student's Conduct.

The room was quiet and formal, with a large conference table at its center, surrounded by stern-faced members of the disciplinary board. The chairperson, Mr. Johnson, sat at the head of the table.

Andrew took a seat opposite the board members, his palms sweaty as he awaited the outcome of the hearing.

After a thorough review of the evidence and testimonies presented, Mr. Johnson addressed Andrew,

"Andrew, based on the evidence and our discussions, the board has come to a decision regarding your conduct during the recent incident. We find that your actions violated the student code of conduct."

Andrew's heart sank as he anxiously awaited the verdict. He knew what was coming after all the school's system was a mess.

Mr. Johnson continued, "In light of the seriousness of the offense and taking into consideration that you don't have a bad record, the board has decided to impose a suspension from the university for a period of one semester."

Andrew's breath caught in his throat as the words hit him. A suspension meant he would be barred from attending classes, participating in university activities, and it could have significant implications for his academic progress and future.

Andrew's fists clenched tightly as he realized he was powerless. Stanley, the cause of it all, would escape unscathed while he had to bear the punishment in his place. The faces in the room were etched into his memory, and he vowed to himself that he would seek revenge.

As Andrew left the room, he felt their disdainful gazes piercing his back. Walking down the hallway to gather his belongings, he could sense the judgmental whispers that followed him.

"Who does he think he is? Just because he managed to beat up Stanley, he believes he's the boss now. If I were in his place, I would have effortlessly defeated this worthless individual," a dark-haired boy sneered, consumed by jealousy.

Despite Andrew's being poor, his striking handsomeness made other boys pale in comparison.

Andrew overheard their comments but paid them no mind as he approached his locker to retrieve his belongings. Just as he was about to close it, he caught sight of Hannah, the epitome of campus beauty, on the back of the locker door.

Their eyes met, and Hannah blushed. "I apologize for causing you so much trouble. I hope we can still keep in touch," she said, her smile illuminating the moment.

Andrew was at a loss for words. "Of course... Yeah," he managed to say, his heart racing.

"This is my card," Hannah smiled, handing him her contact information. Andrew was taken aback, realizing he now possessed the number of the campus's most desirable woman.

"Give me a call," she said, gesturing a phone call with her thumb and pinky finger against her ear.

Andrew's happiness surged as he closed his locker door, feeling a sense of relief. He smiled as he carried the weighty books against his blood-stained shirt.

Making his way towards the campus exit, he couldn't resist stealing one last glimpse of Hannah. To his dismay, he witnessed her pinned against the lockers, passionately kissed by Dane, a young, handsome, and one of the richest Campus youngster.

Andrew's heart sank as the books he had clutched fell to the ground. The one person he believed he could trust had already been claimed by another.