I Know Who I Am, Father-in-law.

A fight for the King

"What do you see, Sammy?"

"How bad are the words?" Elvis asked Sammy. His heart was banging in its ribcage violently.

Though Elvis knew he was not alone any longer. He had his father's men guiding him. He knew they would not let anybody harm him, but the students?

Can he allow the guards to deal with the students for him?

Elvis did not feel right about that, he was not so spoiled to that extent. Even if he was spoiled when he was with his father, when he had not lost his memory, he wasn't anymore. He had been reborn.

"Hmm." Sammy muttered and scrolled through his phone, "It would be better if I read some of the friendly ones for your hearing."

"Go on, I think it shouldn't be bad since it's friendly."

Sammy's lips pulled behind in a smirk, but he began to read to Elvis's hearing, "Guys, Harry was trampled upon."

"Yes, I was there, it was a guy from the law."

"I heard he had been let off. Why?"

"I don't want to know what happened, but I don't like him already. How can he treat Harry that way? Harry was not even talking to him."

"Who is the guy? I should check him up."

"I think his name is Elvis; he was the guy who had issues with Camila a few days ago. Remember that Evans told him to stay away from his sister."

"Uh? That grandpa?"

"Yes, he was that grandpa. Though now, he has his hair shaved, and he looks better, but that doesn't justify his actions. He did treat Harry badly."

"I think he is new here."

"What if he is?"

"Does that give him the right not to know the school's king?"

"Do you know Harry did nothing to him? He let him go."

"Harry is still my favorite in this school. How can he have such a heart so soft?"

"I think it's high time we fight for justice for Harry."

"Are you people forgetting something? This guy in question has people from Klein behind him."

"Do you mean his friend, Sammy?"

"That's more like a puppy than a friend."

Sammy stopped reading out the comments to cast a bad glare at Elvis, "You've dragged me into your mud."

"Are you regretting standing there with me?" Elvis asked him.

"Of course."

"I planned to live a peaceful life in school, not the other way around," Sammy complained in a teasing voice. He spoke through the side of his lips.

"That's not too late; you can still have the type of life you wished for, although that will be after you have suffered one or two with me," Elvis told him.

"Don't talk as if I can't escape from this. Nobody saw me throwing the plate at Harry. It was all you." Sammy dropped his phone, then turned to face Elvis on the seat, "What were you thinking when you did that, Elvis? Harry did not take the first move. You did."

Elvis sighed, and he remembered he was angry at Camila, and Harry was the one she was cheating on him with, so he dumped the plate on him.

"I couldn't shake off my anger, so, I acted before reflecting on my actions," Elvis said.

"Can you see what that is causing us now? The students were planning to take it upon themselves to fight for Harry."

"Do you know what that means?" Sammy asked him.

"Does that mean those hefty guards will come back for me?" Elvis asked with a creased brow. He was just joking about the situation.

Sammy hit his head frustratedly, "Shut up, Elvis, stop seeing this as a joke; I'm being dead serious here."

"Sorry. I just don't want to be anxious because of it, knowing I will be fine."

"I am writing my story not to die. I have long years ahead," Elvis stated to Sammy.

Sammy shook his head, "You will be shocked when you realize that you are unable to write your story to the end because you died in your first year in a higher institution."

"I won't," Elvis declared. He later became serious. "What do you think I should do now?"

"I don't know. What I know is that you might not be attacked today. The students haven't decided how to deal with you yet. But when you're coming to school tomorrow, do come with strong skin, or better still, a bulletproof vest."

"Bulletproof vest?" Elvis asked Sammy with a skipping heart, "Is my crime that serious?''

"Wait until you arrive at school tomorrow," Sammy told him.

"How do you know that? Didn't you resume this school with me? I know nothing about the things happening here. How did you then know everything?"

Sammy was dumbfounded. He stared at Elvis like he was an alien. "Are you not in any group where our school is always discussed? If you're not, aren't you supposed to learn from the things you have seen here in days?"

"I'm trying to learn it all, but everyone hasn't been nice enough to teach," Elvis complained to Sammy.

"Don't worry, you will have to learn about it the hard way. You could have just pretended about it before the other students showed up." Sammy spoke with a pitying face as he shook his head.

He picked up his phone again and scrolled through the harsh comments before dropping the phone again. "I think you will drag Camila in, too, as it is right now. They are finding you out."

Elvis's heart began to skip beats. His hands began to sweat, and his lips quivered a little, "Will they find out about my relationship with her? Will they know that I am this poor young man without a memory? Will they show mercy because of that?"

Sammy couldn't answer any of his questions. He rather checked the time on his wristwatch and gasped. "See, it's almost time to get to the hall. The break is over."

Elvis noticed that Sammy ignored his questions intentionally. For that, he didn't press on with it. He nodded to Sammy's observation and stood to his feet. "Let's go to class then."

Sammy stood up as well and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, my friend."

"If anyone wants to hurt you or hit you, I will be there with you. Even if not fight for you, I will just be there to suffer with you."

Elvis snorted, "If we got beaten together, then who would take the other to see the nurse?" He began to walk to the class.

Sammy followed him behind as he pulled his hand to his jaw, thinking, "You're right. I will just stand aside and watch you get beaten from afar. I will wait patiently until you are beaten to a pulp, then, I will carry you to the nurse."

Elvis nodded to him, "That's what I'm talking about."

Sammy rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath, "Fool." Then they continued their journey to class.

Throughout the next two hours that Elvis and Sammy spent learning, every one of the students was planning on how to avenge Harry. Nobody cared about what Camila did. It had been overlooked, and their only focus was Elvis, who ended the scenario, not Camila, who started it.

When the class ended, the lecturer stepped out of the hall, and some of the students turned toward the spot where Elvis was sitting, keeping their eyes on him.

Some even failed to attempt to pack up their books to go home. They were spying on Elvis and would occasionally type on their phone.

Sammy didn't notice those moves from their mates; he was busy reading research on what the lecturer had mentioned. He was so into it, that he lost sight of his immediate environment.

Elvis, on his own, saw everything. He noticed even the long glares, the peeping, even the tiniest glance. He noticed it all.

But like a silent serpent seeking food from its prey, he pretended he didn't see anything. He pretended to focus all his attention on Sammy and his elbow rested on the desk, supporting the weight of his face as his hand held his face in place.

He was silent without a fright, noticing everybody's movement. He strains his ears to pick useful words from their whispers. He eavesdropped on the silent conversations, and he realized that Sammy was wrong. These students did not have enough patience to wait until tomorrow before carrying it out and to show their support for their king. Harry.

Elvis dropped his hand on the desk, "Hey, Sammy. Let's go home. I don't want to be late."

Sammy gave him his attention finally, "Okay. I will just continue the research when I get home."

"Yes, you do have a lot of time to complete your research before tomorrow."

They both stood up and packed up their books together. When they were done packing it, they slid their bags behind them, holding onto one of the straps.

They walked towards the door, but before they could get there, Elvis suddenly halted. He also pulled Sammy to a stop.

"What's wrong?" Sammy asked Elvis.

"I don't know, but, why are everyone's eyes on us?"

"Are their eyes not supposed to be on us? You wronged them, remember?"

Elvis nodded, though he was not convinced. He knew that something was wrong.

They got to the door and opened it. They were welcome by the crowd of students. 

"What's going on?" Sammy asked them.

"Step aside, we're fighting for our king." They answered him.

"What if I don't?"

"Then, we won't be sorry for you."