Astonishing Nolan Dawson

Chapter 4: Legend to him

Nolan stood in shock at Roger's words, his eyes blank, fixed on Roger.

His classmates laughed with satisfaction. At first, they were also surprised with the harsh punishment Roger had given him, but they ignored it and chose to be excited. 

"We love the punishment, Mr. Roger."

"It serves him right."

"Now, we'll get a break from seeing his disgusting face for the next two weeks!"

Nolan's mind wasn't fixed on the insults laced at him, rather he was having a chaotic and escalating heart rate. 

He was seriously uneasy with the thought of how to escape from the harsh punishment.

Roger scowled. "Do you leave now, or should I arrange for you to be escorted out?" He had to raise his voice, noting Nolan's silence.

Nolan snapped back to reality, meeting Roger's angry gaze. "Mr. Roger, you can't just suspend me for a whole two weeks!"

The scowl on Roger's face intensified.

"Why can't I suspend you? Are you challenging my authority?" He inquired with a cold tone.

Nolan sighed, but he persisted. "Suspending me for two weeks will impact my class attendance," he muttered, "and if my attendance drops, so will my grades." His expression remained serious.

Roger snorted while glancing at him. "And why should that concern me? You should have considered all this before getting yourself into trouble."

"But, sir..." He paused before saying, "I didn't cause any trouble at all."

Initially, he had intended to quietly exit the classroom, but contemplating the severe consequences made him reconsider. Leaving would undoubtedly result in a poor grade for this session.

Despite trying to avoid any negative thought by shaking his head, desperation filled his eyes. He needed to find a way out of this mess. 

Roger glared at him, erupting in furious yelling. "What do you mean? Are you suggesting that I'm falsely accusing you? Everyone here can attest to the disturbance you've caused."

"I never accused you of lying. All I'm saying is that I didn't cause any trouble," Nolan asserted. "I entered the class based on your instructions, and just as I was about to find a seat, I was stopped. I don't really understand what you mean by trouble."

"Listen, you raised your voice at me and even called your fellow student wrecked. Isn't that enough to be considered trouble on your part?"

"But, sir..." desperation lingered in his voice.

"No 'buts'! Just leave and stop wasting your energy arguing with me!"

"Sir, please reconsider. I don't deserve suspension," Nolan's unwavering voice echoed.

Seeing Nolan's persistence, Roger realized it was futile to try to get him to leave through words alone.

After contemplating for a moment, he approached and spoke sternly, "Two guys, step out!" he ordered.

The seated classmates exchanged confused and surprised glances.

Was Mr. Roger also suspending them?

Their shared thoughts mirrored the stern expression on Roger's face.

"Fools," Roger smacked his head, looking irritated. He had quickly discerned the thoughts circulating among the other classmates. "Just step out and escort this guy out," referring to Nolan.

Laughter erupted among the classmates, initially dumbfounded.

"I volunteer," a bulky classmate raised his hand.

Another chimed in, "I'll also step out."

They all grinned slyly, excited about how Nolan would be disgracefully chased out by them.

The desperate and pleading Nolan had already sensed what was about to happen but still asked with a deep frown, "Sir, what's going on?"

Roger sneered, "You will be chased out, of course! Since you're acting stubborn, your classmates will have to kick you out."

Nolan's frown deepened. "Never mind, I'll leave myself." After some contemplation, he knew he had to leave to avoid further humiliation.

"Yeah, yeah, leave."

"Get your filthy body out of this class."

"He's upset, but we don't care. Just leave!"

The loud clamor of his classmates echoed as Nolan dragged his dejected body out of the class.

Walking out, he noticed a few students lingering around. Ignoring them, he continued walking.

"Hey, isn't that the presumptuous guy from yesterday's incidents?" a short female asked the other girls beside her.

"Yes, he's the one who thinks he could have a relationship with Darcy."

"Why is he out here then? Could he have also been kicked out of class?"

The trio of girls chuckled at the final words.

Despite overhearing their somewhat loud whispers, Nolan paid no attention to their presence and continued his walk.

As he moved forward, the inner torment he grappled with remained a secret to everyone but himself. Struggling to hold back tears that had been building up for a long time, plus the daily challenges he had to face for years.

The burdens and problems he had always been facing were overwhelming for someone of his age. Most would have broken down long ago, but Nolan persisted, moving forward despite the obstacles.

Yet, how much longer could this endure? How many insults, ridicule, humiliation, and disgrace must he endure?

Today's incident had pushed him to the brink. Unable to control the tears any longer, Nolan found himself on the verge of breaking down.

With his heart trembling, tears streamed down his face. 

Fortunately, he had reached an isolated corner of the school, sparing him the shame of being seen in tears by other students.

If only he had a parent, perhaps his daily struggles wouldn't be as challenging as this. 

Had his parents been by his side, Roger and his classmates might not have subjected him to such ridicule.

After shedding tears for what felt like an eternity, Nolan stood up, wiping away the stains on his cheeks. He regained composure and resumed walking.

Approaching his hostel, he suddenly halted with a contemplating expression.

"Should I just leave for the part-time job or stay indoors?" He lingered in that contemplative state for a while, pondering his options.

After some moments of contemplation, Nolan decided to head to his part-time job, especially since he had already been suspended for two weeks.

Upon reaching the road, Nolan continued walking, aiming to conserve the last few pennies he had for later use, so it was best he walk to work.

Ten minutes into his journey, Nolan paused, prompted by the vibration of his phone in his pocket.

Retrieving his old, inexpensive phone, he unlocked the screen to find an unexpected message.

The perplexed expression on his face remained, "What message is this?"

With that thought, he tapped on his phone to open the message. In it was...

[You're the family heir of the Dawson's family]

Nolan's face twisted with confusion and perplexity as he read the message. What absurdity is this?

Unable to figure out the message's intent, he labeled it as nonsensical. How could they claim he's the heir to the Dawson family when he knows he's not?

The Dawson family mentioned is unfamiliar to him. Which Dawson family are they referring to?

It was just yesterday he encountered three men talking about them coming from his family and yet another message had just arrived. Just what's happening? 

Filled with numerous questions, he smacked his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts.

While refusing to accept the message as mere nonsense, he considered the possibility of it being a prank or a mistake. 

As he continued walking, he abruptly halted, eyes widening in shock.

Buzz buzz buzz

Before him stood what he could only describe as legendary. While it might not hold the same status for everyone, to him, it was a pinnacle, something he could only admire.

In front of him were five sports cars, not just some random sports car but the renowned Audi. 

The Audi RS5 is a high-performance sports car, known for its powerful function and sleek design. The Audi held a value that could potentially bankrupt an ordinary family several times over

He wouldn't have known the car's name or how expensive it was, if not because he loves browsing about sports cars. His love for them was unexplainable, so it was expected that he knew something about them even if he had never seen one before.

A surprised expression crossed his face as he swallowed hard upon witnessing the black sports car's door opening. 

As the car doors swung open, five individuals clad in black emerged.

With a sense of unease, he quickly moved back upon noticing their focused gaze on him.

He was anxious as he knew these men's backgrounds might not be ordinary, judging from the cars they stepped out from. 

Nervously swallowing, he uttered, "Who... who are you?"

Nolan wouldn't have questioned them having seen the car they stepped out of, but seeing them approaching him, he had to speak even if he never wanted to.

The five men offered respectful

smiles, simultaneously addressing him, "Young Master."

What...?" Nolan nearly stumbled backward, feeling as though he was observing a group of utter fools.