Ethan stepped out of the bank, feeling the weight of his worn bag filled with cash.
Just as he climbed onto his carbon-fiber scooter, his phone rang.
Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his roommate.
“Hey, Ethan, where are you?” his roommate asked.
“Class started, and the professor’s already taken attendance. You know how he gets.”
Ethan’s heart dropped as he checked the time.
He’d completely forgotten his lecture in the commotion at the bank.
“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he replied, kicking his scooter into gear and racing toward the college.
He arrived at the classroom, slightly out of breath, his bag slung over his shoulder.
As he stepped in, every head in the room turned to him.
At the front of the room, Professor Whitmore, a man with a perpetual scowl and sharp eyes, paused his lecture, his lips curling into a condescending smile.
“Well, well,” Professor Whitmore sneered, eyeing Ethan.
“Look who decided to join us. The class’s star latecomer! We’re so honored you could grace us with your presence today, Ethan. Should we give you an award?”
A faint chuckle rippled through the room as Ethan forced himself to remain calm. “I apologize for being late, sir. It won’t happen again.”
Professor Whitmore waved his hand dismissively, clearly not done.
“Oh, it’s quite all right. After all, what’s a lecture compared to the important things that keep you from attending on time?”
His gaze shifted to the bag over Ethan’s shoulder, his eyes narrowing with contempt. “And what’s that you brought with you? A shabby, stinky trash bag?”
Ethan felt his face flush but kept his tone steady. “It’s just my bag, sir. Nothing more.”
Professor Whitmore’s mocking smile deepened.
“Nothing more? Smells like you’ve been digging through dumpsters with it! Or perhaps, it’s your little side job as a scavenger?”
A ripple of laughter moved through the class, and Ethan gripped the strap of his bag tightly, biting back a retort.
Stay calm, he reminded himself. Don’t let him get to you.
But Whitmore wasn’t done.
“It’s admirable, though,” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Some people collect vintage items; you’ve decided to collect trash bags. Quite… original.”
Ethan forced a thin smile, refusing to rise to the bait. “May I take my seat, Sir.”
Professor Whitmore snorted. “Take your seat—preferably far from anyone who might be sensitive to the… scent.”
Ethan made his way to his seat, his face impassive, though inside he felt the sting of each jibe.
He felt the stares and heard the whispers but kept his focus straight ahead.
As the lecture continued, Ethan noticed a familiar face a few rows ahead turn toward him with an expression of shock—Melissa, his ex-girlfriend.
She gaped at him, her mouth slightly open in disbelief.
What’s her problem now? Ethan thought, but he ignored her, keeping his focus on his notes.
After class ended, as students began gathering their things, Melissa approached him, eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Ethan?” she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought… you must be in prison.”
Ethan rolled his eyes, barely looking at her.
“Melissa, it’s none of your business,” he replied, his voice laced with impatience.
Melissa’s eyes narrowed, her curiosity turning into a smirk.
“Who bailed you out, then? We all know you couldn’t afford to do it yourself.”
Ethan turned to her, his lips curling into a cold smile. “Again, not your business.”
Melissa’s face flushed with irritation, but before she could respond, a soft voice interrupted them.
“Ethan!” Claire called, her voice breaking the tension as she approached them.
She smiled warmly at him, her genuine friendliness surprising Ethan.
She was the most beautiful girl in their class and, unlike Melissa, never looked down on anyone.
“Hey, Claire,” Ethan greeted, his tone softening slightly.
Claire flashed him a bright smile.
“We’re all planning a dinner tonight with the class,” she said. “It’d be nice if you joined us. It’s been a while since everyone got together.”
Melissa folded her arms, a mocking smirk spreading across her face as she eyed Ethan.
“Oh, please, Claire,” she said, laughing.
“If Ethan joins us, he’ll have to starve for a week just to afford his share. I mean, splitting the bill? That’s like asking him to perform a magic trick!”
Ethan raised an eyebrow but remained silent, refusing to take her bait.
Melissa continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“He probably keeps a calculator on him to count pennies! Maybe we should pitch in and buy him a cup of water so he doesn’t break the bank tonight.”
A few nearby classmates chuckled nervously, but Claire frowned, clearly unimpressed by Melissa’s jabs.
Melissa leaned closer to Claire, pretending to whisper but loud enough for Ethan to hear.
“Seriously, though, Claire. He probably thinks ‘fine dining’ means ordering a large fry at the burger joint down the street. I doubt he even knows what a restaurant menu looks like.”
Ethan finally turned to her, his eyes cold but amused.
“Done yet, Melissa? Or do you need me to lend you a dollar so you can keep going?”
Claire stifled a smile and looked at Melissa with a raised brow.
“Actually, I think Ethan’s got more class than half the people here. So, if you’re worried about splitting the bill, maybe it’s you who should skip dinner.”
Melissa’s mocking smirk widened as she crossed her arms, glancing at Ethan with a mixture of disdain and amusement. “You know, Ethan, you’re actually considering joining us? I mean, since when have you ever gone to a group event? Oh, right,” she sneered, “you’d rather save your pennies and skip out.”Ethan met her gaze with calm amusement. “Maybe I’ve decided it’s time to change things up.”Just then, Mike swaggered over, flashing Melissa a possessive grin before casting a condescending look in Ethan’s direction. Mike was the reason Melissa had dumped Ethan, and he was determined to remind Ethan of it every chance he got.“Oh, so this is the dinner everyone’s talking about?” Mike said, smirking. “Well, count me in.” His gaze flickered toward Claire with a glint of interest. “Can’t let the most beautiful girl in class be left with… undesirable company.”Claire raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his insinuation, but Mike wasn’t done. He turned to Ethan with a mocking chuckle
“So, everyone, I think Moonlight is perfect for tonight, don’t you?” He cast a challenging look at Ethan, a glint of mockery in his eyes.As the group stood outside the campus, Mike folded his arms with a sly grin. The name drew a gasp from the group. Claire frowned, voicing what everyone was thinking. “Moonlight? Isn’t that… a bit much, Mike? That place is ridiculously expensive.”Mike chuckled, feigning kindness. “Oh, come on, Claire. It’s not a big deal. If Ethan finds it a bit too pricey, I don’t mind splitting the bill with him.” He turned to Ethan, smirking. “What do you say, Ethan? You up for it?”Ethan’s eyes sparkled with a calm confidence that took Mike by surprise. “Sure, Mike. That’s the deal.”Mike’s grin faded for a second before he forced it back. He had been counting on Ethan backing out, not agreeing. “Well… alright then! But remember, this isn’t just some fast-food joint. Dinner there can easily cost a thousand bucks.”Ethan shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m aware.
The manager nodded, smiling politely. “Indeed, sir. The supreme VIP room offers a truly exclusive experience.”Mike forced a laugh, trying to mask his shock. “Ethan, are you sure? I mean, that’s… a bit excessive, don’t you think?”Ethan gave him a cool look. “You suggested the best, didn’t you, Mike? I’m just making sure we get the full experience.”Mike, left with no way out, forced a smile. “Alright, then. Let’s do it.”Other students also cheered as they were getting a free treat in the most expensive place.As they followed the manager toward the supreme VIP room, Mike’s mind raced.He’d wanted to embarrass Ethan, but it was quickly becoming clear that he’d underestimated him.As they entered the Supreme VIP room, eyes shifted toward Ethan in surprise.It was rare for anyone to casually suggest going to such a high-class area, especially for someone like Ethan, who kept a low profile.But here he was, looking completely unbothered.Mike scoffed, watching Ethan with suspicion.He m
The restaurant buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses.For the first time in years, Ethan felt like he was part of something special.He glanced around the table, enjoying the moment. His friends wore wide smiles, and even the air felt lighter, but he couldn’t ignore Mike's silence.It seemed out of place among the laughter and cheers, and his pale face contrasted sharply with everyone else’s rosy cheeks.“Hey, Mike, you doing okay?” Ethan asked, trying to keep his voice light.Mike glanced at Ethan, attempting a smile that fell flat.“Yeah… just… a little tired.” His voice was low, his eyes darting back to his phone. He’d been busy tapping away, hardly looking at his meal.One of the guys nudged him, laughing.“Mike, you’re missing out, man! This steak is the best I’ve had in years.”Mike forced a chuckle. “I’m fine. Just, uh… sorting out some stuff.”In truth, Mike was on his phone, sending out desperate messages to some friends.Hey, buddy, can you lend me a bit? Just fifty or s
The restaurant fell silent as the stacks of crisp bills spilled out from Ethan's shabby, worn-out bag.The money was piled high, neatly arranged in rubber-banded bundles, each bundle worth a small fortune.Gasps filled the room as his classmates stared, mouths agape, at the unexpected display of wealth.Mike was the first to break the silence, his face twisted in disbelief and anger.“That… that must be stolen!” he sneered, pointing a trembling finger at Ethan. “There’s no way you’d have that kind of money. Who’d you rob, huh?”Ethan tilted his head, his expression calm and amused.“Stolen? Really, Mike? Why don’t you call the police, then? They can come here and verify it. I’d be happy to cooperate.”Mike’s sneer faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, putting on a brave face.“Oh, don’t get cocky. Just because you managed to get your hands on a pile of cash doesn’t mean you’re anyone important.”“Funny,” Ethan replied with a smirk. “I could say the same about you.How’s it
Ethan after paying the bills, trying to ignore the curious stares and whispers. He’d expected a reaction, of course, but not the level of attention he was now getting.The moment they walked out of the restraunt, his classmates swarmed him.“Ethan, where’d you get all that cash?” one of them asked, leaning forward eagerly.“Yeah, man,” another chimed in, “You’ve been splurging like crazy. Did your family hit the jackpot or something?”Ethan chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.“Not exactly the family… Just me. I, uh, I won the lottery.”Gasps and murmurs spread through the room like wildfire.Everyone was either shocked or impressed, and a few classmates even looked a little jealous.Ethan kept a casual smile on his face, but he could feel their eyes on him, probing, questioning.He wasn’t sure how long they’d buy the story, but for now, it seemed to be working.Claire approached him cautiously, her face lighting up with a gentle smile.“Wow, Ethan, that’s… amazing. I’m happy fo
After dinner, Ethan returned home with a satisfaction.He was always humilated, looked down but today it was different, as he laid down on his bed. "Money with right use can really change life. That was proved today," he smiled, with a relief sigh.The next morning, he arrived at the local driving school, a modest building with a small sign that read "City Driver’s Academy." Ethan walked in, scanning the room for someone who looked like an instructor.As he walked in, Ethan noticed his assigned instructor leaning a bit too close to a young woman who looked uncomfortableAt first, he thought it might just be an awkward angle, but then he noticed the man’s hand resting on her leg.The girl subtly tried to move away, her face tense and her body language screaming discomfort.“Just stay quiet and follow along if you want that license,” the instructor whispered, his hand pressing down on her leg.“You wouldn’t want to make things harder for yourself, would you?”Ethan’s chest tightened wi
The instructor laughed, his voice ringing out with smug satisfaction. He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms as he looked down at Ethan.“You really don’t get it, do you?” he sneered.“Do you know why I’m so untouchable? My uncle runs things at the police station. No one dares cross me. Anyone who even tries ends up in jail for life—lost, forgotten, rotting away. And you’re just a common college boy,” he added with a mocking chuckle.“So I’d think twice before playing hero.”Ethan clenched his fists, his face set with determination. He glanced at the girl beside him, who was trembling, her hands gripping his arm in fear."I…I can’t do this," she whispered, her voice laced with dread. "I want out."Ethan gave her a reassuring nod, his voice calm but filled with conviction."Don’t worry. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I won’t let him get away with this."The instructor burst into laughter, his face twisted with derision.“Oh, that’s cute,” he jeered, straightening and