Rise Of The Billionaire Son

A Poor Cleaner

Chris wiped his face, tiredly. He had cleaned through the large expanse of a basketball court. However, he heard voices and the door was yanked open. He looked in the direction the voices came from and he frowned. 

“Excuse me, you can't come in here.” Chris walked toward the owner of the two voices. He recognized them immediately, Ren and Reid, they were the most notorious group in college, alongside their lackey who was standing behind them, Jose. 

Ren and Reid halted at first, and then Ren spoke up, “Did you hear someone talking? Asking us not to come in?” 

“Of course, I didn't.” Reid joked. “A poor cleaner like him wouldn't dare say that.”  He pointed at Chris, bursting into a peal of mocking laughter. 

Ren and Reid managed to calm their laughter and they went about the court, ignoring Chris. Their shoes were wet and muddy, leaving dirty footprints.

Chris was already having a headache seeing that. He rushed toward them, blocking their path. “I’m sorry, you would have to leave. The court is closed and I'm already done cleaning. You can't come in here and mess up the whole place.” 

Chris was angry, his voice echoed through the court. Ren and Reid looked at each other and then at Jose quietly and before Chris knew what was happening, Jose rushed forward, smacking him. 

Pak!

Chris’s face flew to one side. 

Pak!!

Another slap came through, swinging his face to the other side. The intensity of the slap caused a ringing sound in his head and he staggered.

“Hmm…” Chris groaned, blood dripping from his mouth. He wiped the blood off his mouth, hissing. 

Reid then stepped forward, with Ren and Jose stepping back, “That is a warning enough for you, dimwit.” 

“You want to stop us? Do you know what is happening here?” Reid yelled, glaring at Chris. Chris was a bit scared, seeing the angry look in Reid’s eyes and he shook his head. 

“Mike, the richest student in school is about to confess his feelings to his beautiful girl. So, you should pack your things and leave. Don’t interrupt us!”

“Understand?” He thundered. 

Chris jumped at that, his head banging low, “But..  But I have to clean. If this place gets dirty, I won’t be able to receive my work-study wages.” 

There were a lot of things at stake for him. He would not be able to afford food for the next three days if he lost his pay. 

“Whose business is that?” Reid burst into laughter, the others following along. 

“No one asked you to be poor!” Ren joined in. Even Jose had a mocking look in his eyes. 

“How do you even eat with such a job? Your parents must have abandoned you long ago.” 

Chris watched them, feeling hurt. It wasn't news that he was at the bottom of the food chain, but seeing those boys, dressed in flashy clothes while they mocked him, he was once again aware of his poor situation. 

But he couldn't leave still, “Please–” 

“Get the fuck out of here! You can clean up the court when we are done.” Reid kicked him in his calf. Chris’s legs bent forward and he went tumbling to the ground. His jaw hit the hard floor, his face on the floor and he groaned in pain. 

Reid approached him again, wanting to hit him but he crawled, away, holding his jaw. He was frightened. They weren't the most notorious group for show. 

“That’s right. Crawl away, pauper.” They laughed. Chris didn't look back and he couldn't even walk well because his leg was still hurt from the kick. 

His face had been dirtied from the muddy footprints. He had no choice but to stay in the storeroom of the court. As he sat on the floor, his eyes stung with tears from the humiliation and the pain. 

He sat in that position for over thirty minutes, feeling lost. He needed comfort, he then took out his phone to call his girlfriend. Hearing her voice would make him cheer up. 

However, before he could even dial her number, he heard some commotion from the court. 

“Say yes!”

“Say yes!!”

“Kiss him!” 

Kiss? Chris was immediately intrigued. He had always been an advocate for love and he wanted to watch the beautiful confession moment. 

He carefully opened the door, not wanting Ren and Reid to know he was looking. Through a crack in the door, he stared at the couple who were already kissing passionately. 

The girl had her hands around Mike’s neck, kissing him passionately. 

But then Chris froze, and a grappling feeling of shock took over his body. 

“Melissa.” He muttered in disbelief. 

His girlfriend was kissing Mike! 

“Melissa!” This time, he yelled loudly, slamming the door open, and rushed toward her, tearing her away from Mike.