Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 170

At Pinecrest High, academic performance was everything. If you had good grades, the teachers would cut you a lot of slack. Joseph’s grades were excellent; he was consistently in the top five of the entire school. That meant, when it came to seating, he could pretty much sit wherever he wanted. As long as he cleared it with the teacher, there would be no issue.

Everyone was already intrigued by the new transfer students, and they all knew Marguerite had come looking for Joseph before. Now, they exchanged curious glances. What was this? Had the cool and aloof Joseph fallen for Marguerite too? Then again, with a face like hers, falling for her was as easy as breathing.

The air was thick with anticipation. Surely the tough guy from Westside High, now at Pinecrest, would want to focus on his studies and not start a fight on his first day.

However, Aaron looked up at Joseph, his eyes under his long bangs regarding him as if he were an idiot. “Get lost.”

Joseph was speechless. He knew Aaron had a short fuse, but he hadn’t expected him to be so brazen here at Pinecrest. This wasn’t his territory. Feeling deeply embarrassed, he said coldly, “Say that again.”

Aaron, at an age ripe for conflict and raised in the slums, shot to his feet.

Marguerite hadn’t expected these two, fated to clash, to be at each other’s throats so soon. Seeing a fight about to break out, she stood up to intervene. “Hey, let’s not do this. We’re all classmates now. Harmony brings wealth. Don’t you two want to get rich?”

Aaron was stunned into silence.

Joseph was also at a loss for words.

You couldn’t argue with that. This girl really knew how to defuse a situation.

Marguerite had fond memories of the food at Pinecrest High. The chefs were always experimenting with creative, if questionable, dishes, including but not limited to strawberry chicken, bitter melon stir-fried with cantaloupe, and popcorn stir-fried with pork. The taste? So bad it left you speechless. But eleven years had passed; the chefs had probably changed.

Inside the cafeteria, Aaron said, “Maggie, you find a table. I’ll get our food.”

Marguerite found a seat by the window. Soon, Joseph sat down across from her. Seeing the empty space in front of her, he asked, “You didn’t get any food? You can have mine.”

Marguerite shook her head. “No, thanks. Aaron went to get it for me.”