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My Bad Boy Rival
Scenario:this story is in the year of 2016 in london england and a story about a elite about private boarding school named crestwood academy a elite 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 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, cunning, and charismatic. Mohamed is the son of a corrupt gangster and brothel madam, Layla. He struggles with parental expectations and becomes involved in highstakes gambling at the school. His life is marked by manipulation, power plays, and a lack of boundaries. Despite his troubled home life, he maintains a certain charm and influence among his peers.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's 40yearold father and a corrupt gangster. He is cunning, manipulative, and influential. Abdinur maintains a calm exterior but engages in shady dealings to support Layla's criminal empire. His presence in Mohamed's life provides financial privilege but also sets expectations for behavior and loyalty. His actions ultimately contribute to Mohamed's complex emotional landscape and sense of entitlement.
Finnley Wright
He is a 17yearold student at Crestwood Academy from a wealthy background. He is arrogant, entitled, and aggressive. Finnley frequently bullies Marcus due to his perception of social status and his own insecurities about his future given his family’s financial struggles postrecession. His interactions with Marcus reflect the social divide at Crestwood Academy and his desire to maintain dominance.
It was the year 2016, and this story took place in London, England.
I am Mohamed Abdi, a 16-year-old sophomore student at Crestwood Academy, an elite private boarding school.
Crestwood Academy is not just a school; it's a hell of a place where only the rich and famous or royal kids can afford to be enrolled as students.
There were forty international students enrolled in the school, and all of us wore the same uniform.
The skirt for girls was too short, and the blazer we wore was white with the school's logo on its left side, embedded on the chest area.
The tie was red with white little stars, and the shoes were black.
The shirt was white with a big red collar, and the pants or skirt for girls were black.
We looked like we were going to attend a ceremony rather than going to school.
Crestwood Academy was an elite private boarding school that had a very high standard, and not everyone could afford to pay the tuition fee.
Only rich kids were enrolled in the school, and almost all of us had famous, royal, or criminal backgrounds.
Some of our parents were politicians, while some of them were criminals or gangsters.
My dad, Abdinur Abdi, was a 40-year-old corrupt gangster.
He looked calm but engaged in shady dealings.
I walked into the student lounge, and the leadership board was on the big screens.
The students were huddled around, placing bets on everything from exam results to who would be the first to kiss a girl.
I checked my phone; I was still at the top, number one.
Julia walked towards me, her eyes scanning the board nervously.
She had climbed a few ranks but was still cautious.
Finnley approached Marcus, a smirk on his face.
"Hey, Marcus. How about a little bet? You're so close to the red zone," he said, pushing Marcus's buttons.
Marcus clenched his jaw, refusing to give in.
"I'm not playing your game, Finnley."
"Oh, come on. It'll be fun," Finnley persisted.
I stepped in before things escalated further.
"Finnley, you know the rules. No pushing others into slavery."
Finnley turned to me, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Or what? You'll ban me from the game?"
I held his gaze firmly.
"If I have to. The game is under my control."
Finnley's smirk widened.
"Fine, I'll play by your rules. But how about a little game between us?"
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"What kind of game?"
"A game of poker," Finnley suggested, his voice dripping with confidence.
"If I win, you step down as council leader."
I considered it for a moment before responding.
"And if I win, you have to date Greta for a month."
Greta was the lunch lady who was known for her grumpiness and lack of fashion sense.
Finnley's smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure.
"Fine, but if I win, you have to do whatever I say."
I nodded, accepting the challenge.
"Deal."
The entire student lounge watched as we set up the game.
I shuffled the cards with precision, my expression calm and collected.
Finnley leaned back in his chair, a smug look on his face.
The other students gathered around, placing side bets and whispering among themselves.
Julia stood next to me, her eyes fixed on the board nervously.
Marcus stood behind me, ready to support me if needed.
Julia leaned in, whispering so only I could hear.
"Are you sure about this, Mohamed? Finnley's got a reputation for being ruthless."
I nodded, keeping my eyes on Finnley.
"I know, but sometimes you have to take risks to keep control."
The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning.
I settled into my leather chair, the soft cushions conforming to my body.
Across from me, Finnley leaned back in his own chair, a confident smirk on his face.
Julia stood at the head of the table, shuffling the cards with a practiced hand.
The other students crowded around, their phones held up to record the high-stakes match.
Finnley's hands shook slightly as he arranged his chips, betraying his nervousness despite his cocky demeanor.
Marcus stood behind me, his presence a silent show of support.
I kept my expression cold and detached, my eyes fixed on Finnley across from me.
The first card slid across the green felt towards me.
Before I could flip it over, I locked eyes with Finnley and said, "Last chance to back out before I destroy you."
Finnley's smirk never wavered as he shoved more chips to the center of the table.
"Not a chance, Mohamed. I've been waiting for this moment."
I flipped the card over, revealing the final piece of my royal flush.
The room erupted into cheers and laughter as Finnley's face turned pale.
I smirked, leaning back in my chair.
"I won, like I usually do."
Julia leaned in close, whispering in my ear.
"Remember, Mohamed, winning isn't everything. There's more to life than just power."
I rolled my eyes, dismissing her concerns.
"Power is everything, Julia. And right now, I hold all the cards."
As the crowd dispersed and the students returned to their usual activities, I glanced at the leadership board.
Finnley's ranking had plummeted from 32 to 4, teetering on the edge of the red zone.
If he lost again, he would become a slave, his ranking dropping into the negatives.
At lunch period, I led a group of students to the cafeteria.
We positioned ourselves at the best table, where we could watch Finnley's humiliation unfold.
He walked in wearing his wrinkled uniform, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
Greta stood at the serving counter, wiping down the steel surface with a dirty rag.
Her weathered face was dotted with acne, and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
Finnley cleared his throat and approached her.
"Greta, can I ask you something?"
Greta looked up, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"What is it, Finnley?"
Finnley took a deep breath before speaking.
"Greta, would you like to go on a date with me?"
The entire cafeteria fell silent as everyone turned to watch the exchange.
Greta's response was immediate and loud.
"No way in hell!"
Marcus spit out his drink laughing, and I pounded my fist against the table.
Other students recorded the scene on their phones, capturing Finnley's humiliation for posterity.
I strolled through the cafeteria, basking in the aftermath of Finnley's humiliation.
Students replayed the video on their phones, sharing it with others who hadn't witnessed it firsthand.
Finnley stood frozen by the lunch counter, his fists clenched and jaw tight.
I rose from my seat, deliberately slow, making sure all eyes were on me.
The cafeteria fell silent once again as I approached him.
My footsteps echoed on the linoleum floor, each step heavy with anticipation.
Students pulled out their phones again, ready to capture whatever drama was about to unfold.
I stopped a few feet from Finnley, who was trembling with rage.
I started a slow, mocking clap.
The sound cut through the silence like a knife.
I circled him, my eyes never leaving his face.
With each step, his shoulders tensed a little more.
The cafeteria remained dead silent except for the clicks of phone cameras and the echo of my clapping.
Finnley's backpack sat unguarded on the counter beside his lunch tray.
I glanced at it, then back at Finnley, who was trying to hold back tears.
Perfect.
In one fluid motion, I grabbed the worn leather bag.
It felt heavy with books and papers.
Students gasped, anticipating what would come next.
I locked eyes with Finnley, gave him my signature smirk, and hurled his backpack across the room.
It soared over tables and chairs, landing with a loud thud in the trash can.
I woke up to the morning sunlight peeking through the curtains of my dorm room.
I stretched, feeling the softness of my bed beneath me.
After a quick shower, I dressed in my school uniform and headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat before class.
The cafeteria was bustling with students, the smell of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air.
I grabbed a coffee and a croissant before making my way to science class.
As I walked in, I noticed everyone staring at me with wide eyes and whispers.
My council members—Sasha, Daniel, Tom, and Anna—were waiting for me by my usual seat.
"What's going on?"
I asked them as I took my place.
"You did it," Sasha said, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Finnley's gone."
"Gone? What do you mean?"
I asked, confused.
"He left the school," Daniel chimed in, his colorful nails tapping excitedly on his phone.
"And not just that. He left the country."
My jaw dropped.
"Wait, what? How?"
Anna leaned in, her voice filled with confidence.
"Your relentless bullying finally got to him. His parents couldn't take it anymore and decided to move away."
I couldn't believe it.
Finnley had been a thorn in my side for so long, and now he was gone.
A wide grin spread across my face as I realized the impact I had made.
"Well, well, well. Looks like I won this game after all," I said triumphantly. My council members congratulated me on my victory, their faces filled with admiration.
Daniel quickly typed away on his phone, posting about Finnley's departure online for everyone to see.
Tom let out a loud laugh while Sasha nodded in approval.
As the teacher entered the room, we settled down and focused on the lesson at hand.
But I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that Finnley was no longer a part of our school community.
After science class ended, I walked out of the room with a spring in my step.
The hallway was buzzing with chatter as students discussed Finnley's sudden departure.
I escorted my brother Mahad through the marble halls of Crestwood Academy, our parents talking with the administration.
Students whispered and stared at us, especially at Mahad, who wore a designer uniform and looked like a younger version of me.
We reached the dorm, and I introduced Mahad to his roommate Logan, a scrawny redhead with freckles.
Logan nervously shook Mahad's hand.
I grabbed Logan's collar and pulled him close.
"Listen up, Logan," I hissed in his ear.
"You're going to take care of my brother here. You're going to make sure he's happy. You're going to make sure he doesn't get bullied or anything like that. Or else."
Logan nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear.
I released him with a smirk and turned to my parents.
Mother grabbed my arm, her m####d nails digging into my skin.
"Make him popular like you," she hissed in my ear.
I walked with Mahad through the crowded hallways, pointing out influential students.
My mother's demand echoed in my mind, but I insisted Mahad should make his own path.
As we passed the student lounge, I spotted Julia and Marcus huddled in a corner, discussing school council matters.
They waved us over, and I introduced Mahad.
Julia suggested he join a club to meet people, while Marcus offered to show him around later.
Mahad nodded, looking both nervous and excited.