Greg looked at the plaid skirt of the one in front of him... and sneaked peaks of students smugly looking at him as he walked behind his upperclassman. He wore a collar but not one like his upperclassman... it was similar to that a dog would wear, actually... it was... it was a pinkish dog collar, very much lacking any 'cool' charm of her black collar. Greg held his upperclassman's books to his chest as he walked. She didn't even bother to actually read from them but he carried them nonetheless to her class.
The school was a warzone, as embarrassing as it was, Greg knew he might have been better off being in this position than one of the many that weren't close to an upperclassman. The upperclassman that 'saved' him was the one and only top bitch of the academy, Juri Han. She was dressed in her usual red and black plaid skirt, torn stockings, rough combat boots, a black and white blazer with the sleeves rolled up, spiky accessories all over, and vibrant pink and blue hair.
It was the norm for an upperclassman to have a servant follow in their footsteps, this was just how it was. The teachers sure didn't do anything about it. The reason for their silence would differ with every student. Telling Juri to do something would result in her making their life a living Hell. She didn't need any blackmail or anything of the sort, trying to tell Juri to do something would start a game. Juri wishes someone would try to tell her otherwise, the teachers knew this as did Greg. When Juri entered his classroom and randomly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, he knew he had to accept his fate whatever it was.
As the both of them walked, they got to their classroom... Juri somehow made it so that her classes, was his classes. The smiles of the classroom were no more, they had gotten use to the sad sight a while ago and this was just another normal day. Juri sat down in her seat and propped her feet up onto her desk as the teacher just ignored her blatant disrespect. Greg sat down in the desk to the right of her. The class came and went as Juri just played on her phone throughout it. Right before the bell rang the teacher handed out everyone's homework. Directly in front of the teacher, Juri casually handed hers to Greg. Again, the teacher pretended to not see the blatant disrespect.
"Meet me at the lockers, bitch." Juri ordered as she dropped her feet onto the floor and then left, the first one out the door.
With his head pointing towards the ground, Greg left the room after her and some of the other students with Juri's books and her homework in hand...
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