My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Before and After Part 3
James hesitated, his smirk fading briefly before he pulled himself together. He knew how strong Asher was, and if a fight broke out, there was no chance they’d walk away unscathed.

Worse, it would ruin their reputation even further.

His group, however, wasn’t as composed. One of the bigger guys who had just joined them stepped forward, fists clenched and ready for a fight.

“You think you’re untouchable just because you’ve got a fancy car and a girl on your arm?” the thug sneered, stepping up to Asher and challenging him with a cold, hostile glare.

“I heard you’re good at fighting, but so am I. You’re lucky I was on house arrest before. Otherwise, I would’ve taken you and that black hound together.”

Lucy, still holding Asher’s arm, let out a small laugh, light and sweet. She tilted her head, looking up at him as if amused by the situation. She was done pretending to be scared. She had tried, but it wasn’t her style.

“Asher,” she said softly, her tone laced with boredom, “is this going to take long? We have better things to do, and honestly…” She turned her gaze toward the big guy. “I don’t have time for people who bark louder than they bite.”

The insult landed like a hard slap on the face.

“You’ve got a big mouth for just some rich girl,” the big guy snapped, his voice tight with annoyance

Lucy tightened her grip on Asher slightly, but it wasn’t out of fear. Her fingers grazed his arm lightly, a silent message that said, ‘Let me handle this if you want.’

“I’ll do it,” Asher sighed, gently removing her hand from his arm. He stepped forward, positioning himself between her and James’s group.

At least he could handle this without letting it escalate too far—just enough to knock some sense into them.

The more he looked at the group, the more uninterested he became in fighting them. It felt like an adult bullying a bunch of kids—just not worth his time.

He glanced at Lucy again, silently hoping she’d give him a reason to walk away. But when their eyes met, her smile was wide, almost mischievous.

The look in her face told him she wanted him to take them down.

‘Is my girlfriend really this petty?’ he wondered to himself.

And the answer to that was a big yes. Lucy didn’t like the way they were talking to her boyfriend.

If this weren’t a public space, she would’ve already torn them apart—literally. She could almost picture the satisfaction of watching them crumble, turning them into nothing more than a puddle of blood.

As the tension built, and the big guy’s muscles tensed, ready to strike, James suddenly stepped forward.

“Stop,” he spoke up, shaking his head. “Me and Asher are good friends. I was just testing him to see if he still had it.”

The words hung in the air like a poorly rehearsed excuse, and for a moment, no one knew how to react.

Asher’s gaze never wavered. He knew exactly what James was doing, trying to avoid embarrassment. But this time, it didn’t work.

Before anyone could react, Asher moved. His left hand shot out, a sharp jab aimed at the big guy’s jaw.

The impact was quick and precise. The thug’s head snapped back, his body stiffening for a second before collapsing to his knees.

This simple display of dominance reminded them all just how terrifying Asher could be when he was serious.

Without a word, he took Lucy’s hand and walked past them. The group stood frozen, too shocked to even attempt to stop them. No one dared to be the next target.

James felt a heavy blow to his ego.

It was already embarrassing, but it only got worse when Lucy glanced back at them, her smile cold and mocking.

‘That bitch!’ James gritted his teeth in anger, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Boss, what are we going to do?” one of the lackeys asked

James shot the couple look of pure annoyance.

‘Just you wait,’ he muttered under his breath.

Turning away, he grabbed his phone from his pocket, his fingers moving quickly as he dialed a number.

The frustration was clear on his face, but the wheels in his head were already turning—he wouldn’t let this go.

As he held the phone to his ear, his eyes briefly flicked toward Lucy’s retreating figure, a smirk creeping onto his face as a plan started to form.

‘I’ll violate that bitch. She’ll be begging for me afterward.’ he chuckled sadistically.

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Inside the principal’s office, Lucy sat on one of the chairs, crossing her legs as if she were the one in charge.

Asher remained standing, his posture relaxed, almost too calm for someone who had just punched someone.

Lucy, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the moment, her lips curling into a faint, satisfied smile.

But Asher? He was already looking past the petty drama. He had dealt with worse before, and James and his crew were nothing more than a minor inconvenience to him.

The silence stretched on as they waited, until the door creaked open.

An old man walked into the room, his balding head shining under the bright lights.

He wore a dark suit, but his wrinkled face and slow steps showed his age.

When his eyes landed on Asher, a smile spread across his face—not the kind of disapproving smile one might expect .

This was the power of wealth. Despite his position, the principal knew that money held the real power here.

“Asher, I’m sorry to call you in,” the old man said, breaking the silence. “I was just worried that you haven’t been attending class.”

He made sure to sound casual and friendly, as if the situation were no big deal.

“I’ve been busy,”

The principal nodded calmly. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as if considering something.

“Of course,” he said slowly. “But you must understand, your absence raises some concerns for us too,”

Asher didn’t hesitate. “I know. That’s why I want to formally quit school.”

The principal blinked, caught off guard. “Quit?” he repeated, adjusting his glasses. “You do realize the implications of that, don’t you? Are you sure—”

“I’m aware,” Asher cut him off, his voice firm. “But I’ve made up my mind. I’m done.”

The principal didn’t argue. It was within Asher’s right to quit school, so he handed him the form.

Once it was filled out, he would officially drop out. He began to fill it out, his pen moving across the paper in steady strokes.

But just as he was halfway through, the door swung open with a sharp creak, and a beautiful woman appeared in the doorway, gasping for air as if she had been running.

Her eyes were wide with worry, and her long hair fell in messy waves around her face.

“You can’t just quit school like that!” she exclaimed, her voice urgent and filled with concern.

Asher’s hand stopped on the form. He looked up, his gaze meeting the woman.

It was Lyka, his homeroom teacher, and she didn’t look like she was going to let him off easily.