Answer:
ok i had fixed it and made it more "manly" i hope its what you asked for
Step-by-step explanation:
That b*tch really had the nerve to disrespect me. She was nothing compared to me, like dirt on one of my shoes. As far as I could tell, the girl was not anything, but she had no respect for me. I didn’t like attention all that much, but I hate feeling anything but superior, and the girl acted as if I was the inferior one. This completely p*ssed me off, as well as the fact that she had kicked me in a painful space. I grabbed my backpack as the students filed into the classroom. A couple of girls looked over their shoulder towards me and one of them started giggling, but I disregarded them. I wanted to find that girl; she couldn’t just ridicule me like that and get away. I couldn’t find her anywhere in the senior hall so I gave up as I headed to my next class, a headache of annoyance forming. I wanted to show her who was dominant in this school, whether I was just a new student or not. I was always given what I wanted, my father was rich, and my money was not provided just by him; I had done my own contributions. I wasn’t patient enough to let some girl look over me like that if she was going to sit next to me and act like I was irrelevant.
Once I passed all the classes my mind kept drifting over to the girl. I clenched my fist closed and open; I couldn’t get over the fact that she had the nerve to kick me. It was such a simple act, and yet no-one, at least females, had ever done that to me. I got drifted off in my thoughts. I didn't even notice the squad of men who had gathered around me.
“Hey man! You think you’re some golden boy don’t you? Stealing our women like that!” One of them yelled. I looked at him a bit closer; I wasn’t very tall, but he was incredibly short. He was quite chubby and had black hair that was covered in pounds of gel. I clicked my tongue and went back to my thoughts, dismissing the girly groan coming from him. He honestly looked ug*y; I couldn’t be bothered by his bravado appearance. His jaw tightened and three boys, similar to him in looks, went behind him. One of them was punching his hand with his fist trying to act tough, and I had to stop my laughter from exploding. Abruptly, my guard's car pulled up, a white porsche.
I looked over to them leaning my head against the wall mockingly, “Well, as scary as you rats are, I have to go.” I gave them a scornful smile and I walked to the car. None of them bothered following me, probably realizing I wasn’t worth it. I opened the front door and got into the car, and just that was enough to gain the attention of the students from miles away. I got in and the guard began the drive towards my house, which was a big mansion quite far away from school. As I have said, I am superior to any of my peers. My father and I travel a lot due to the needs of his – job, but this doesn’t ruin any of our living conditions. I reached the front of my house to be greeted by a guard, who escorted me towards the kitchen before leaving the room. I saw the cook and requested dinner, specifically pasta, I never had much of a care for gourmet foods, and I couldn’t care less about what I would eat. I went into my room, which was located on the third floor, and plopped down on the coach.
My room contained a king-size bed that was situated on the right of me, the opposite side of the door; a gray couch, with a TV across from it; a basketball hoop on my door; a gaming chair and gaming computer on a desk to my left and a beanbag with a bunch of sport gear on the right in the corner of the room.
Soon my food arrived and I sat myself on my desk, and began working on the homework. As much as I could care less about school, my father owned many businesses, illegal or legal, and I needed to get to college and that means I needed to try this senior year. I groaned loudly in the air and looked back to the tons of homework already assigned to me on the first day of school. I finished quickly as despite the amount, school was very easy for me. My mind was clouded with thoughts of the girl from earlier; I didn’t even know her name. I grimaced from the reminder of where she had kicked me and I shook her out of my head. There was no need for someone unimportant to distract me, and I would show her soon enough she should have respected me.