I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

9

The guy leaves with the rest of his escorts.

Almost immediately, some students rush toward Weston and the other two.

“Who are you guys?”

“Did you know Liam before now?”

“I wish I were in your shoes.”

“Did he fucking invite you personally to his party?”

“What's your name, the guy in sunglasses?”

Weston ignores the questions, gets his traveling bag and walks toward his hostel. He glances back, Santiago and Lorette seem to like the attention as they make no effort to come with him.

He continues going, thinking he'll see them later. First, he wants to get settled and have some time to think about a lot of stuff.

Weston feels a cold liquid on him. He glances at his shirt. It is soaked with water. He looks in front of him to see a guy with a smirk on his face. For seconds, Weston waits for the guy to apologize but he doesn't say anything, instead of that, he saunters to a door.

“Hey?” Weston calls. The guy stops and slowly turns around.

“What did you just refer to me as? ‘hey’?” The guy asks, a scowl on his face.

“Are you not going to apologize for what you did?” Weston asks, pointing at his shirt.

“Apologize? For what? For pouring water on you?”

“As a matter of courtesy, shouldn't you do that?”

“Look, here, boy, do you know me?”

“I don't want to know you. Just give a damn apology and piss off,” Weston says.

The guy drops the cup in his hand and descends the steps to meet Weston.

“Did you just tell me to piss off?”

“Yeah, so apologize.”

The scowl on the guy's face disappears, he walks closer to Weston. “What type of mannerless community did you come from that you don't know how to talk with respect?”

“I was going to ask you where you got your stupid manners from.”

“If I poured water on you, you should keep shut and continue walking off.”

“Like hell, why will I do that?”

“Because I am a final year student and my seniors did that shit to me while I was in whatever level you are and I didn't give a shit about it.”

Weston lets go of his traveling bag. “Apologize and stop telling me stories.”

“Don't make me do what I want to do.”

“What do you want to do?”

The guy grabs Weston's cloth. “I don't think I have seen you around before but I am sure you've heard about people who have disrespected me in the past.”

“Will you stop telling me stories and apologize?”

The guy's finger digs deep into Weston's chest like he is planning to get into his heart.

Weston grabs the guy’s hand, his fingers also digs deep into the guy's flesh. Few seconds later, the guy lets go of Weston.

“Jax!” He shouts.

A skinny guy runs out of the room. He bows once he gets to the guy.

“Mark this guy's face, he's a VIP at our party tonight,” the guy says.

The skinny guy stares at Weston, fear on his face at the mention of a ‘VIP’. Not everyone gets to be VIPs at a party like this one that will happen tonight.

The guy smiles at Weston. “Meet us in the school hall by ten p.m. You don't want to miss it for anything, buddy.” He pats Weston on the shoulder before ascending the step and going inside.

Wow, Weston thinks, he has barely spent thirty minutes here and he has been invited to two different parties by two different cult leaders. This school must be filled with a lot of cultists.

He drags his traveling bag until he gets to his hostel. He opens the door. There is gentle rap music coming from a corner of the room.

“Hello,” he says.

A guy stands up from the bed. He smiles when he sees Weston.

“You're the new roommate?” The guy asks.

“Yeah. My name is Weston.”

“My name is Jose. We are supposed to be three here plus you but the other guy went home yesterday to attend to some family issues.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Welcome here.”

“Thank you.”

The guy gets back on his bed.

Few minutes after Weston has arranged his things, he glances at Jose. He seems to be reading, a headphone over his head.

Weston's phone beeps. He sits on the bed and checks it. It is a message from Santiago.

‘This school is cool. Where is your hostel? Need to come see you for something.’

Weston types the name of his hostel to Santiago.

“Have you heard about it too?” Jose asks. At first, Weston doesn't know he is the one Jose is talking to until Jose asks the question again.

“Heard about what?”

“There is a party for new students today,” Jose says.

Seems like he is being invited to a third party but really, it can't work today.

“I haven't heard about it. What's it about?”

“Just normal stuff,” Jose says.

“You're going?”

“I'm not a new student.”

“Oh…”

“It depends on you, although I won't advise you to go anywhere tonight because…well…don't worry.”

Weston glances at Jose's bed. Jose has his eyes fixed on a textbook. Is Jose reading the conversation from the textbook?

“Oh…okay.”

“If you have any questions, you can ask me. I'm in my second year.”

“Oh, me too.” That seems to be the end of the conversation when Jose doesn't say anything some minutes later.

There is a knock on the door. A guy with a tattoo on his arm comes in. The guy glances at Weston for some odd seconds before going to Jose. He says some things to Jose that Weston doesn't hear.

“Don't fuck up,” the guy says and leaves the room.

Jose gets up from the bed and walks to the door. He stops and glances at Weston.

“You want me to grab you something while coming? I'm going to the convenience store.”

“I'm cool.”

“You're sure—”

“Weston!” Santiago's shout interrupts Jose.

Weston stands up, Santiago rushes to him.

“That guy came to see you?” Santiago asks, almost out of breath.

Weston frowns. “Which guy?”

“The one who just left this room. The one with…” the words trails off Santiago’s lips as he notices Jose's presence in the room.

“He came to see me,” Jose says.

Santiago's face goes pale in fear. The other two stare at him.