Chapter 98 - Dave's First Day At School

Dave parked his motorbike in the student-only parking lot, turned the key to the left to turn off the engine and took off his full-face helmet. The atmosphere in the parking lot was very quiet, the source of the noise actually came from inside the school building.

Dave stood staring at the sign listed in front of the school building.

SMAS Briston Gal, a favorite private school located in East Jakarta. Schools that are the target of conglomerate children whose monthly school fees are nearly eighty million rupiahs. SMAS is an acronym for Private Senior High School, but is abbreviated in Indonesian Language.

Also, even though Dave is still sixteen years old and doesn't have a driver's license yet, he still goes to school on a motorbike.

Dave walked over the fence that separated the parking area from the school building, down a large hallway that led directly to the main courtyard. A sign indicated that the main hall was on the eastern side of the building. It took about five minutes to reach the main hall. And when Dave arrived there, all the new students were already lined up according to their respective rows.

Each new line of students has at least three seniors who are registered as members of the Intra-School Student Organization or commonly abbreviated as OSIS. In western school, they usually called by Student Council. So, OSIS means Student Council.

A student council member turned his gaze to Dave who was standing at the entrance to the hall.

"Hey, you!" shouted the guy. "Yes, you! Get your lazy feet over here already!"

His face is so fierce. Behind him were several students who were squatting while twitching their ears. It seems that the culture of oppression during the orientation period has not disappeared in this school.

Dave walked with his usual steps towards the senior who yelled at him.

"Hurry! Run!" he shouted, but Dave still walked without accelerating the tempo of his steps even a little bit.

As expected, all eyes were on Dave. Especially for all women who are in the hall. Also, the hall was about the size of a football field stand.

How could they not fix their eyes on Dave? His super-handsome face are on a very different level.

Dave looked around. As expected, this school with a pretty crazy monthly fee was mostly filled with students whose bodies were disproportionately low. Although not very much, it is dominated by children who are likely to shrink if they are bullied just a little bit.

But the student council seniors who kept yelling at him is a total oposite.

Now Dave has stood a few steps in front of that fierce senior.

The senior looked at Dave from the top of his hair to his shoes, fortunately none of the orientation rules were broken by Dave. His hair is not dyed and does not cover his ears, wears a belt and white socks with a Vans Old-Skool shoe ending which is predominantly black.

"Why are you so late?! Are you really looking for trouble on your first day of orientation?! Hurry up and get into position to do push-ups!"

For whatever reason, Dave wanted to punch the face of the person who kept yelling at him to make his ears hurt. But Dave recalled his agreement with Angeline, his mother. That he would no longer mess around at his new school.

That promise he made when he found Angeline crying alone in her room at midnight. The crying made Dave's heart really hurt.

After trying so hard to hold back the anger in his chest, Dave obeyed the command of the student council senior who had a voice as loud as the megaphone and put his palms on the floor, while his body was straight at the right angle of his body.

The senior who saw that could quickly conclude, if Dave was not an athlete, Dave was at least used to doing sports.

The senior squatted down, "Did you have breakfast this morning?"

Dave didn't answer, which irritated the senior a little. "Hey! If you are asked, answer it! Have a mouth, right?"

Dave let out a lazy breath. "Yes."

"Well! It should be like that! Then I can tell you to do push-ups, right?!"

"Mm."

Instead of answering it, Dave just mumbling lazily, causing him to get yelled at again by the student council senior.

"What are you saying?!"

This time, that very loud scream was right beside Dave's ear. If only Dave wasn't patient enough, at least his elbow would have landed on the senior's eye.

"Yes, you can f-- ... You can tell me to do a f-- ... To do a push-up."

Dave struggled about holding back the 'F' word.

The senior smiled and immediately told Dave to do push-ups and don't stop until he allowed it.

But all the eyes that happened to be looking at Dave were almost released and jumped out of their eye bags, especially for the girls. When Dave does push-ups, his arm muscles, which are not the big muscles but look very hard, contract and relax alternately, in a regular tempo and do not slow down at all.

Even Dave has done about thirty push-ups, but he hasn't had orders to stop doing that.

One of the seniors who saw it looked for his friend who told Dave to do push-ups.

"Hey Aryo, you don't want to tell him to stop yet?"

Aryo, the man who wore the student council alma mater jacket, was even busy disturbing the new students whom he judged to be attractive. "Who do you mean?"

When Aryo turned to look at Dave, he immediately widened his eyes, unable to believe that Dave was still doing push-ups. Aryo immediately ran towards Dave and told him to stop and get up from his push-up position.

Aryo could feel the deadly gaze of every woman around him. Anyone could clearly see that they did not accept Aryo's attitude in treating their new school 'Prince', namely Dave.

Aryo glanced at Dave's right chest and read Dave's name tag.

Adonis Daveline .S

And there's an underline in the word Dave which means it's his nickname.

"Why didn't you stop push-ups earlier?"

David looked straight into Aryo's eyes. So far, no one dared to look the senior's eyes directly, only Dave did it. "You said I couldn't stop before you allowed it."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Is there anything else I have to do?" asked Dave who replied to Aryo's question with another question, even though his tone sounded quite challenging.

"You can join your line."

Dave took his bag which was lying on the floor and put it in the place where all the new students put their bags and walked into his class line, class X-3-Social Science. When all the activities in the hall were over, Dave followed his group into the classroom. The room is located on the ground floor of the easternmost building. Dave immediately chose the back seat and the most corner, put his bag on the table and put his head on top of it sideways facing the window and then closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of a chair sliding beside him. It looks like someone is sitting next to him. Dave left him without saying hello, continuing his precious sleep.

Dave's habit since junior high was like this. Since Dave was still a member of the 'Destroyer' motorcycle gang, Dave always came home early until he was sleepy at school. However, for studying, Dave never plays around at all, which is why he got the title of the best graduate in his school.

In fact, Dave goes to school with a pretty crazy monthly fee like this Briston Gal High School with a scholarship path, even though he knows that Angeline has enormous wealth from selling all the shares of David's company, but from the start they are used to living simply. Two-story house with mediocre amenities. The only luxury is the Ducati Panigale V4 motorbike in black, with carbon modifications here and there, the 1,103 cc liquid-cooled engine that has been bore-up but the exhaust is replaced with a soft-sounding exhaust.

And the initial price plus the cost of modifying the motorbike reaches one point twelve billion rupiah, or the equivalent of seventy-nine thousand nine hundred forty-six point thirty-eight US dollars.

It was all the most luxurious in Dave's house, the rest was just plain furniture.

The noise in the classroom became silent. Dave, who realized that, got up from his sleep and looked to the front where a man who had the appearance of Chris Evans but had brown skin was standing behind the teacher's desk.

But Dave just realized that the person sitting next to him was a female student. What caught Dave's attention was the attitude shown by the woman.

Usually, whenever a woman is near him, at least she will feel awkward. But not for this woman who was sitting next to him.

David glanced at the girl's right chest, trying to figure out her name. But when the girl next to him turned and found Dave staring at her chest,

Slappp! ...

A huge slap landed on Dave's cheek. Its pretty loud sound made the whole students in the class turned their head towards him.

On his first day at school, he was slapped by someone.

And the person who slapped him was a female student named Dita, Anindita Kesya Zahra, the girl sitting next to him.