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My Bad Boy Rival
Scenario:this story is in london england and a story a elite about private boarding school named crestwood academy an exclusive private boarding school with uniforms for 40 international students in crestwood academy with royal or famous or politician or criminal and rich past and present and where gambling in this boarding school dictates the social order and this story has profanity and nudity and sex and power struggle and prostitution and murder and structure and revenge and social inequality, and the psychological warfare and torture and life and death gambling and debt and slavery and racism and sexism and bullying and betting and social media and social hierarchy and loyalty and psychopathic and sociopathic behavior and sucide and abuse and lgbtqia and adultery and seduction and love and hebephilia and murder and drug and alcohol use and addiction and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 16 years old sophomore in crestwood academy and i am the bad boy and ruthless and crazy and psychopathic and sociopathic and violent and joker and powerful and skilled gambler and the social king and playboy with muscles and dark skin and leader of the school council and i rule the school with my iron fist and with fear and my parents are my father he is a 40 year old corrupt gangster and business man named abdinur abdi and he is nice with a cold heart and my mother layla abdi is a 39 years old brothel madam and she is ruthless and she always pressures me to be the best and hits me when i dont achieve the best and my little brother mahad abdi he is 15 years old and a freshman on crestwood academy and my mother and father loves him more than me
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Mohamed Abdi
He is a 16yearold student at Crestwood Academy, a prestigious boarding school in London. He is rebellious, confident, and cunning. Mohamed is the son of a corrupt gangster and a brothel madam, Layla. He has a troubled relationship with his parents, who favor his younger brother, Mahad. Mohamed enjoys provoking authority and is skilled in manipulation. He is the leader of the school council and has control over the social hierarchy. He is determined to prove himself as the most powerful student, despite facing expulsion threats.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's father, a 40yearold corrupt gangster and businessman. He is ruthless, manipulative, and feared by many. Abdinur runs various illegal businesses and has connections to organized crime. He values power and wealth above all else and expects Mohamed to follow in his footsteps. Despite his harsh exterior, he shows affection towards Mohamed's younger brother, Mahad. His relationship with Mohamed is complex, marked by expectations of future leadership and involvement in his criminal empire.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed Abdi's mother and a 39yearold madam of a brothel. She is ambitious, ruthless, and demanding. Layla expects the highest standards from Mohamed and often disciplines him harshly for not meeting her expectations. She prioritizes her sons over her own desires and values their future potential for power more than their wellbeing. Her influence shapes Mohamed's sense of entitlement and competitive nature, driving him to prove himself as the most dominant student at Crestwood Academy.
My name is Mohamed Abdi, I am 16 years old, and I am a sophomore in Crestwood Academy.
Crestwood Academy is an elite private boarding school in London, England.
There are only forty international students in the school, and all of them are from wealthy families with either royal, famous, politician, criminal, or rich pasts.
The reason why they chose Crestwood Academy over other schools is because of its exclusivity and the uniform they wear every day that makes them look like prisoners.
They don’t mind paying the high tuition fees for their children to be educated in such a weird school.
The uniform consists of black trousers, a white shirt with black ties, and a black blazer with the school’s logo on the left side.
For girls, they have a black skirt and a white shirt with black ties.
No one is allowed to wear anything else except for the uniform, and breaking the rules will result in punishment.
I walk into the student lounge, and everyone turns to look at me.
The big screen on the wall shows the social ranking of the students, and my name is at the top of the list.
Students whisper to each other and glance at me nervously as I walk towards the council members.
The council members are my closest allies in this game of power and wealth.
They are the ones who help me maintain my position as the top student in the school.
"Good morning, Mohamed," they greet me with respect.
"Good morning," I reply, taking a seat next to them.
"So, what’s on the agenda for today?"
I ask, looking at them.
"Well, we have a few things to discuss," one of them says, pulling out a folder filled with documents.
"We need to finalize the plans for the upcoming gambling event. It’s going to be a big one, and we need to make sure everything goes smoothly."
"Sounds good," I say, nodding my head.
"And what about the new students? Have we got any new recruits?"
I ask, looking at them.
"Yes, we have a few new students who are interested in joining us," one of them replies.
"Good. Let’s get them on board as soon as possible. We need all the help we can get to maintain our position in this school."
I say, standing up from my seat. "I’ll leave you guys to handle that. I have some other business to attend to."
I say, walking away from them.
As I walk out of the lounge, I notice a group of freshmen looking at me with admiration in their eyes.
One of them steps forward and approaches me.
"Hey, Mohamed," he says, looking up at me with admiration in his eyes.
"What’s up?" he asks.
"I just wanted to say hi," he replies, smiling nervously.
"Hi," I say, looking down at him.
"So, what do you want?" he asks, looking up at me with anticipation in his eyes.
"I just wanted to ask if you would be willing to gamble with me," he says, looking up at me with determination in his eyes.
"You want to gamble with me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yes," he replies confidently.
"Then meet me at midnight in the old library," I say, leaving him with a nod.
I settle into my favorite leather armchair in the old library, checking my phone for what feels like the hundredth time.
The clock reads 11:59 PM, and I know that any minute now, the freshman will be walking through those doors.
The old library is dimly lit, the only sound being the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.
The room is musty, filled with the scent of aged books and dust.
It’s the perfect setting for what’s about to go down.
I glance out the window and see the freshman hurrying across the courtyard, his uniform slightly disheveled from running.
He looks nervous, fidgeting with his wallet as he rushes towards the library.
I pull out my deck of cards - a special one that I’ve had marked for years.
It’s the same deck I’ve used to crush countless other students' dreams of beating me.
I shuffle them with practiced precision, listening to the sound of the cards sliding against each other.
The door creaks open, and the freshman walks in, clutching his wallet tightly in his hand.
His eyes dart around the room, taking in his surroundings before finally landing on me. He hesitates for a moment before approaching me cautiously.
"Hi," he says nervously, holding out his hand for a handshake.
"Hi," I reply, ignoring his hand and gesturing for him to take a seat across from me instead.
He sits down hesitantly, his hands shaking slightly as he places his wallet on the table in front of him.
"So," I say, shuffling the cards again before dealing us each a hand.
"What do you say we play a game?"
I ask, looking up at him with a smirk on my face.
"Sure," he replies, his voice trembling slightly.
"But what are the stakes?"
He asks, looking down at his cards nervously.
"I want 4000 pounds," he says, looking up at me with determination in his eyes.
"And I also want your council seat," he adds, smirking confidently.
"Fine," I reply, nodding my head.
"But if I win," I say, leaning forward and staring into his eyes.
"Then your ranking drops to minus," I say, watching as fear creeps into his expression.
"And that means you become my slave for the rest of the year," I add, smirking evilly at him.
"Deal?" he asks, holding out his hand for a handshake.
"Deal," I reply, taking his hand and sealing our agreement. The game begins, and I can see the nervousness in his eyes as he tries to focus on his cards.
I shuffle the cards with a smirk, dealing the final hand.
The freshman’s face falls as I reveal my winning cards, his expression shifting from hope to despair.
One of my council members steps forward and hands him a necklace with a name tag that reads "slave."
I lean in close, my voice cold and firm.
"You’re my slave now," I say, staring into his eyes.
"Obey me, or I’ll expose your debt to your family."
He nods, trembling slightly as he takes the necklace from me.
"The only way to get out of this is to gamble and get positive points on the social ranking board," I explain.
He nods again, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.
I lead him out of the library, his head down as he stumbles behind me through the dark corridors of Crestwood Academy.
The metal slave necklace glints under the dim lights, a constant reminder of his new status.
We reach the oak-paneled council room, and I snap my fingers at him.
He hesitates for a moment before moving to stand beside my chair.
"Stay here," I order, pointing to the floor next to my chair.
He looks up at me uncertainly, and I grab his shoulder, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
The other council members smirk at his submission as I explain his new role to them.
"He’ll be fetching us drinks, taking notes, and staying silent unless spoken to," I say, gesturing towards him.
"And if he disobeys," I add with a sinister grin.
"I’ll make sure he regrets it."
The freshman looks up at me with a mixture of fear and defiance in his eyes. "I won’t—"
I cut him off with a swift k#k to his back, pressing my foot into his s##e until he bows his head in submission.
"Silence," I command, and he nods obediently.
I lead him to the bar at the far end of the room, pointing at the bottles of whiskey and vodka lined up on the shelves.
"Pour everyone a drink," I order, gesturing towards the council members.
He hesitates for a moment, glancing nervously at the council members before beginning to pour the drinks.
I snap my fingers at him impatiently, and he quickly finishes pouring the drinks.
As he hands them out to the council members, I watch with a smug expression as he spills some of the liquor on the table.
"Sorry," he mutters, his hands shaking as he tries to steady himself.
The council members chuckle and whisper to each other as they take their drinks.
I lean back in my chair, watching with amusement as he struggles to maintain his composure.
I walk Mahad to the school building, pointing out various locations as we go.
"Over there is the library," I say, gesturing towards a large building with tall windows.
"And that’s the dining hall," I add, nodding towards another building nearby.
Mahad nods, looking around nervously at the other students who are staring at us.
I lead him to the office and ask the secretary to give him his dorm room key.
She hands it to him with a smile, and he thanks her politely.
We walk towards the dorm building, and I notice that Mahad keeps glancing at the other students who are watching us.
I stop in front of a group of council members who are standing by the door.
"This is Mahad," I introduce him to them.
They nod respectfully at him, but I can tell they’re sizing him up with suspicion.
We continue walking until we reach his dorm room, and I open the door for him.
The room is small but clean, with two beds and a desk in the middle of the room.
Mahad looks around nervously before setting his bags down on one of the beds. "So, this is where you’ll be staying," I say, gesturing towards the bed he just put his bags on.
"Make yourself comfortable."
He nods, looking around the room again before turning back to me.
"So, what do you do here?" he asks, eyeing me warily.
I sit him down on the bed and explain the school's social dynamics.
"I lead the council and dominate the social ranking board," I say, pointing to the screens in the student lounge.
"Here, we gamble on everything—money, cars, even body parts or virginity."
His eyes widen in shock as I continue to explain.
"Students bet on ownership, dorm rooms, debts. You name it."
I stand up and walk over to the door.
"I’m the most popular, feared, and respected," I say, gesturing towards the door.
"Girls admire me while guys respect and fear me."
I turn to look at him.
"Why did you bring me into this?" Mahad asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Because you have potential," I reply, my tone firm yet encouraging.
"And with the right guidance, you could be more than just another pawn in this game," I add, watching his reaction closely.
From my usual spot at the center table, I survey the cafeteria while picking at my grilled salmon.
My council members and followers crowd around me, laughing at my jokes and agreeing with everything I say.
Across the room, Mahad sits alone at a corner table, pushing his food around with a fork.
The teachers' table buzzes with conversation about upcoming exams and school events.
Other students at various tables whisper to each other, occasionally glancing in my direction.
After lunch, I get up and walk over to Roxy, a girl who lost her left eye in a poker bet.
She’s always staring at Logan, a guy who has no interest in her.
"Hey, Roxy," I say, approaching her.
"How are you?"
"I’m good," she replies, looking up at me with her one eye.
"So, what’s going on with you and Logan?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
I watch as she clenches her fists and walks away from me.
Walking through the courtyard during break, I spot Mahad sitting with a girl on a stone bench near the cherry blossom tree.
They're sharing earbuds, shoulders touching, both laughing at something on her phone.
I recognize her instantly - Jenna Chen, ranked 37th out of 40 students.
She's lost four high-stakes games this semester alone.
I walk up to them, and she looks up at me with a forced smile.
"Hi, Mohamed," she says, extending her hand to shake mine.
"It's great to see you for sophomore year."
Her hand trembles slightly as we shake hands.
I know she’s afraid of me because I’m the ruthless council leader and playboy who has ruined many girls' lives.
I lean in close to her and whisper in her ear, "I know you don’t mean it."
Mahad watches us nervously.
"Remember, Jenna," I say, stepping back with a cold smile, "debts are never forgotten here."