While Blaine was slacking off at home, something seemingly small but actually significant — the start of a future hero's story — was happening at Queens High School.
A few days ago, Tom had been brutally beaten up by Blaine.
It took him a full two days to recover. Even now, just thinking back to the beating he took that day made him tremble a little and almost want to cry.
But who was Tom ?
A violent bully, a repeat offender of school violence.
From childhood till now, if he didn't like someone, he would just beat them up. It wasn't like he'd never been hit back before.
This time was just a little more serious. After three days of rest, Tom had more or less recovered.
And after recovering, the more Tom thought about it, the angrier he became — but he didn't dare seek revenge on Blaine.
First of all, there was no way he could beat Blaine. And besides, Blaine wasn't even at school now.
This left Tom stewing in rage, the fire burning hotter and hotter inside him, to the point where he felt like he would explode if he didn't find a way to vent.
Until last night —
"Tom, did you know? That guy who beat you up, Blaine!"
"F*ck off, Jerry, if you've got something to say, say it. Don't beat around the bush!"
"About Blaine — do you know why he beat you up? You didn't even know him before that. No grudges, no beef!"
"How the hell would I know?"
"I got some intel!"
"Then spit it out already!"
"It was Peter! That little brat Peter hired him to beat you up!"
"Huh???"
And just like that, everything clicked.
Tom suddenly saw the light.
No wonder — he had never met Blaine before, so why would he suddenly show up and beat him up so badly?
Turns out it was that little punk Peter!
If it was Peter behind it, everything made sense.
Little brat!
Son of a b*tch!
Tom's eyes flared with rage, his two fists clenched tightly like sledgehammers.
He didn't dare provoke Blaine.
But Peter, that scrawny little thing... that was a different story.
Pick the softest target — that was a principle Tom had learned after years of bullying in school.
It was just in his nature: bully the weak, fear the strong.
The next morning, Peter was walking through the school campus, humming to himself with his headphones on, feeling the surging power inside him. He was in a great mood.
He felt like he had transformed!
"Hey, Peter!"
Just as Peter finished putting his stuff into his locker, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind him.
BAM — a heavy punch smashed into the locker door, making a loud noise that instantly drew the attention of the surrounding students.
Then, they saw Tom leaning against the locker with one hand, looking down at Peter from above with a sneer.
Some students nearby immediately showed looks of interest.
A lot of them had seen Blaine beat the crap out of Tom a few days ago. Smart ones immediately guessed the situation — it was Peter who had gotten Blaine to beat Tom up.
Now Tom had come for Peter.
It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
"Got a problem, Holland?" Peter said casually, not using Tom's first name but directly calling him by his last name.
"Got a problem?"
"Of course I got a problem," Tom said, cracking his knuckles loudly. His mouth twisted into a cruel grin. "Beating the crap out of you — does that count?"
"Either kneel down and lick my shoes, or let me beat you up. Your choice!"
He shook his dirty gray sneakers mockingly in front of Peter.
"Don't push me," Peter said, stepping back a few steps, looking a little flustered.
But his panic was... different.
He wasn't afraid of being beaten up — he was scared he wouldn't be able to control his strength and might accidentally kill Tom with one punch.
As the confrontation between the two intensified, a familiar figure suddenly squeezed through the crowd.
"Tom! Peter! What are you guys doing?" MJ shouted. She immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly pushed Tom aside, standing protectively in front of Peter.
Peter looked at MJ with a touched expression.
I knew it, MJ — deep down you still cared about me.
However, MJ had no idea that her actions only made Tom even angrier.
You didn't come protect me when I got beaten up, but now when I want revenge, you stand in front of my enemy?
Tom, who had originally only been playing around with MJ, now shoved her aside fiercely and growled, "Get lost! This has nothing to do with you!"
MJ hadn't expected Tom to actually lay a hand on her. Caught off guard, she stumbled backward several steps and even twisted her ankle.
"Hiss—"
The sharp pain of a twisted ankle was something only those who experienced it would truly understand. MJ's face instantly turned pale as she sat down hard on the ground, gasping in pain.
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