Robert's face turned red with anger as Mr. Jones' words cut deep. He knew exactly what the coach was trying to do - shame him for being poor. The crowd around them grew larger, sensing the tension. It wasn't the first time he would throw jabs at him for being poor. He had experienced it with him before, but it seems today would be the last straw of it. In the past, he had insulted him at any little chance he got for the most slightest thing ever, so it was only fair to say that Mr. Jones doesn't like him."So, that's what this is about?" Robert spat, his voice low and even. "You think you can just mock me for not having enough money to buy a new sports car? That's rich coming from you, Mr. Jones, with your fancy car and your country club membership."His words were laced with sarcasm and it cut deep into his teacher's skin. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. He actually thought it was just him who knew a few things about Robert, but he also didn't have a car nor wore fancy cl
Inside the locker room, all the students who were going to be racing in the next twenty minutes were getting dressed. Some were outside warming up their rides and making sure everything was in order. The air was filled with anticipation. They had been revving their engines for this moment for weeks, and finally, the day of the big race had arrived. The room was a flurry of activity as everyone quickly got into their respective racing gear.Robert wore sleek, fire-resistant jumpsuits in their team colors, adorned with sponsors' logos and his name emblazoned on the back. He paired these with sturdy, protective helmets, gloves, and shoes, making sure every piece of safety gear was securely in place before he went out for the race.As they dressed, the drivers chatted nervously, discussing their strategies and goals for the race. Some did last-minute checks of their gear, while others visualized the track and their competitors. Ben and Jacob were also in the locker room, helping Robert wit
As the drivers prepared to start the race, they all entered their cars and strapped themselves in. Each of them was tense as they waited for the green flag to drop. The coach, stood at the starting line, gun in hand, ready to begin the race.But just as the drivers were about to put their cars in gear, the coach suddenly raised his hand, stopping Robert from proceeding."Hold up, Robert!" the coach shouted above the din of the revving engines. "Who asked you to join the race?" Robert's heart sank as he wondered what was wrong. He looked at Ben, who shrugged and mouthed "don't worry."The coach walked over to Robert's car, his eyes scanning the sleek Nissan. "What's going on, coach?" Robert asked, feeling a sense of unease. The last conversation they had was that if he got a car, he would join in the race, so what was he trying to say now?"Is this your car, Robert?" he asked, his eyes fixed on him."Yes, sir. It's mine!" came the confident reply.Mr. Jones scrutinized the car again, a
Mr. Jones quickly apologized. "I am sorry, sir. It was a misunderstanding, and it won't happen next time.""It better not!" Mr. Stanley hissed and walked away.Mr. Jones' face flushed with embarrassment as he stood there and watched the vice chancellor walk away. He couldn't fathom how he could come and just support Robert that way. Taking a trip down memory lane, he could remember vividly that the vice chancellor doesn't like Robert either, so why did he just come out now and even threaten to fire him? He breathed in and out before turning to his students so they wouldn't know he was really going through it now.Everyone heard what the vice chancellor said; the tone he used was also condescending.Mr. Jones smiled. "So all of you, I want a very square and fair match. No cheating, please be very, very careful while you race and don't bash your cars. Do the needful as I have taught you all, and come back here with good news. I'm not supporting anyone or rooting for anyone until the rac
"What do you mean they had an accident?" She was shocked. "What kind of accident? What really happened, ma'am?""I don't really know the details, but they need urgent attention now. Maybe after the race or when we get there, we will know what happened."Lily moved closer, her mind racing with different thoughts. "Do you know which of the students had the accident? Which of them, I mean - do you know their names or the numbers?"The lady nodded. "No, ma'am, I don't really know. I heard it's over-speeding that caused it."Lily's eyes widened in horror as she grabbed the lady's arm, her grip tightening with desperation. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...please tell me it's not Robert. Please tell me he's okay." Her voice trembled with fear, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.The lady's expression softened, but she hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I really don't know. I just heard it was one of the drivers. I don't know the name or which car it was. I'd advise you to just
A minute ago, Lily stood by the side of the tracks, her eyes fixed on the approaching car while her heart pounded in her chest. At that moment, all her mind could think of was whether it was Robert or if he was the one involved in an accident. As the car started to come even closer, it became more difficult to recognize it, as it was all covered in dirt of different sorts, so neither she nor Jacob and Ben could recognize the car at first glance. The two boys stood up, straining their eyes to see if it was Robert who was coming. His car was a mixed red and blue color, but this time the approaching car was all covered in black.Trying to look at the driver's face, it was quite hard since the supposed driver was wearing a helmet, and they couldn't see their face clearly. All they could see was an approaching vehicle that they couldn't tell if it was Robert or not. Both parties held their breath despite the loud cheers, as all they cared about was the well-being of their friend.As the ca
It was around 5:34 pm when Robert and Lily made their way to his car. This time the two didn't really care if they were still around the school surroundings or probably they forgot where they were. Lily quickly reached for the driver's seat. "I will drive," she opined.Robert was taken aback. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Don't worry about driving, I'm good, I can drive.""No, Robert," she protested. "You're not good. Look at you, all bruised up, and you say you're good. I'm sorry, you're not good, so I will have to drive today and take you to the hospital."Robert's lips curled up into a smirk. "Don't worry, Lily. I already texted my doctor, he is going to be coming home for my treatment. We don't need to bother about going to the hospital any longer."Lily's face faltered slowly. Apparently, she didn't believe whatever Robert was saying. She saw it as a medium he was trying to use to stall her away from taking him to the hospital. For the past minutes they were in the field, he n
The following day around 3pm he was done dressing up. Dressed in a Burberry suit, he glanced at himself in the mirror. As Robert gazed at his reflection, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride. He was dressed to impress in his tailored Burberry suit, which fit him perfectly and boosted his confidence. The charcoal grey color complemented his dark hair and piercing dark eyes, making him look like a million bucks.The suit itself was a work of art, with intricate stitching and a subtle pattern that added texture and depth. The jacket was fitted, accentuating Robert's broad shoulders and chiseled physique, while the trousers broke perfectly above his polished black shoes. A crisp white shirt and a slim black tie added a touch of elegance to his overall look, and a simple yet stylish watch adorned his wrist. Robert's hair was styled perfectly, with a hint of product adding a subtle sheen to his dark locks.As he turned to admire himself from different angles, Robert c