“Oh, shit! What is this idiot trying to do here?”
The shout cut through the air, sharp and mocking.
Ethan’s heart hammered in his chest as he ran toward them—Mike and his cronies standing near the edge of the basketball court, their attention already drawn to him.
A pit of dread formed in Ethan’s stomach, but he pushed through, his mind filled with nothing but the need to confront Melissa.
She was there, among them, and something didn’t sit right. He had to know what was going on.
Before Ethan could take another step, one of Mike’s friends, a stocky guy with a cruel smile, stepped forward.
His arm swung in a wide arc, slapping Ethan hard across the face.
The sound of skin meeting skin rang out, and Ethan staggered to the side, his cheek stinging from the impact.
"You really want to ruin this for Mike?" the guy spat, stepping closer, his breath hot and sour.
"I told you how important this confession was, you idiot! What the hell are you even doing here? You’re just a cleaner! You have no say in this!"
Ethan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to shake off the dizziness from the blow.
His vision was blurry, and the taste of blood filled his mouth. But he couldn’t stop.
He couldn’t let this happen. His gaze shifted to Melissa, standing by Mike’s side, her face frozen in shock. His heart sank.
"Why are you doing this?" Ethan managed to croak, his voice hoarse.
"You’re supposed to be my—"
Before he could finish, another punch landed in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
He bent over, gasping for air, but there was no time to recover.
Kicks rained down on his legs, sending him sprawling to his knees in front of Mike, who stood with his arms crossed, a smug smile spreading across his face.
"You should have listened to the warning we gave you," Mike said, his voice dripping with disdain.
"We wouldn’t have gone this far if you hadn’t been so damn stubborn."
Ethan’s body trembled, not from fear, but from the burning rage that was starting to boil inside him.
He had tried to be reasonable.
He had tried to just walk away, to let them have their moment.
But now, with every hit, his pride was being shattered, and it hurt more than the physical pain.
One of Mike’s lackeys, the tall one with the greasy hair, bent down, grabbing Ethan’s neck and pushing his head to the ground.
"Apologize to Mike and get the hell out of here, before we really destroy you, you stupid cleaner!" he snarled.
The taunting laughter from the group echoed around the court.
Ethan’s cheeks burned as he clenched his fists, but he didn’t let the tears fall. Not now.
Not when he could still hold his dignity—though it was quickly slipping away.
Melissa’s eyes shifted uncomfortably, and for a moment, Ethan saw something in them—a flicker of fear.
But it was quickly replaced by an air of indifference. She shifted on her feet, glancing away, clearly uncomfortable but refusing to step forward.
The group continued to mock him, calling him a beggar and a loser.
"Look at him," one of them laughed. "A poor idiot who thinks he’s better than everyone else!"
The mocking continued, but none of it hit harder than the silence from Melissa. Ethan turned his head toward her, his voice cracking as he asked.
“Melissa, what the hell are you doing here? You... you’re my girlfriend!” His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt.
The group erupted in laughter. One of Mike’s friends, a tall, lanky guy with a wicked grin, stepped forward.
“Dude, are you seriously asking that? A beautiful girl like Melissa, dating a loser like you?” He snorted, shaking his head. “Nah, man. You must be delusional.”
“Look at you, Idiot. Do you think Melissa would be with someone like you? You must be living in a fantasy world.” Another voice chimed in, louder and more mocking.
Melissa’s eyes widened in panic, but instead of rushing to Ethan’s defense, she sneered coldly.
"You really think I’d date someone like you?” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.
“You’re pathetic, Ethan. I’ve never even wanted you. I only talked to you because I felt sorry for you."
"I—" Ethan stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
"But I... I spent all my money on you yesterday. I bought you that—" He broke off, his throat tightening. "I thought... I thought you liked me. I thought we had something."
Melissa gave him a pitying glance, her lips curling into a sneer.
"Please," she said, shaking her head. "You’re delusional. You really thought someone like me would be with someone like you?"
The words struck Ethan like a slap to the face. He had been working so hard, trying to prove to Melissa, and to himself, that he was more than just a cleaner, more than just a poor kid.
He had spent weeks saving up, buying her a small gift, hoping it would show her how much he cared.
But now it seemed like all of it had been in vain. He was nothing to her—just another fool in her eyes.
The laughter from Mike’s group grew louder, their voices filling the air.
"Oh man, this is rich," one of Mike’s friends said, doubling over with laughter. "The poor kid thought he had a chance!"
"Didn’t you hear what she said, Ethan?" Mike taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"She was just feeling sorry for you. Wake up from your dream, you pathetic idiot."
Melissa didn’t even look at Ethan. She turned her back on him, her expression indifferent.
"Go," she said flatly. "You’re just embarrassing yourself."
Ethan’s eyes burned with fury. His breath came in shallow gasps, his body shaking as he stared at the people who had once meant something to him.
The laughter and mocking words of the group rang in his ears, making his vision blur even more.
Mike, seeing Ethan’s distress, took full advantage of the moment. He walked up to Ethan, draping an arm around Melissa’s waist.
He leaned in, planting a kiss on her lips—right in front of Ethan. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a power move meant to humiliate.
Suddenly, Mike reached into his pocket and tossed a few crumpled bills onto the ground in front of Ethan.
"Here. Take this and go buy some new clothes," he sneered. "Maybe you can cover up that fucking body odor."
Ethan stared at the money on the ground, his mind blank. He was shaking, but his anger flared brighter than ever.
Without thinking, he swung his fist and punched Mike square in the nose.
Mike stumbled backward, clutching his face in shock. Blood poured from his nose, dripping onto the court floor. The group gasped in disbelief, the laughter silenced by the sudden violence.
"You—" Mike roared, his face red with rage. "You dare to hit me?!"
“You’re fucking bastard!!” Mike’s voice rang through the air like a thunderclap, his fury palpable. His face was red, and his eyes burned with rage. He pointed directly at Ethan, who was already reeling from the blows he had taken moments before.Mike’s cronies were circling Ethan like sharks, their fists flying mercilessly. Ethan stumbled, his vision blurry as pain radiated from his side. A cruel punch slammed into his stomach, forcing him to his knees. The thud of their fists hitting flesh, mixed with the mocking laughter of the gang, filled the basketball court."Get up, loser!" Mike spat, his words dripping with venom. "I told you not to mess with me!"Ethan groaned, blood dripping from his mouth, but he pushed himself up, his eyes glaring defiantly through the haze of pain.“I’m not going to back down, Mike,” Ethan muttered, though his voice wavered with exhaustion.Mike’s anger only increased. He turned to his friends, gesturing violently for them to continue. "Beat him dow
Ethan came out of the police station in confusion, his mind swirling with unanswered questions. As the cool evening air hit his bruised face, he blinked in surprise, noticing a middle-aged man standing near the entrance. The man was staring directly at him, his posture calm yet purposeful. It took Ethan a moment to recognize him."Uncle Steve?" Ethan asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. Steve Jackson, his neighbor's uncle. Ethan's brow furrowed in confusion. “Ethan. Glad to see you’re alright.” Steven smiled warmly."Uncle Steve, what are you doing here?" asked Ethan. “Did you… did you pay my bail?"Steven chuckled softly, shaking his head as he offered a slight bow."No, Ethan. It wasn’t me. But I’m here to take you to someone who did."Ethan’s confusion deepened.“Wait, what do you mean? Who—”“Come with me,” Steve interrupted, gesturing toward a sleek black car parked nearby.The car gleamed under the streetlights, its luxury unmistakable. Ethan's heart skipped a beat. Th
Ethan stood there, frozen in place, trying to figure out what he was seeing. When his dad wore a perfectly cut suit, he gave off an air of power and authority that Ethan had never thought of him having. The man in front of him was nothing like his father, who had always seemed modest and normal. This was a different man, one who felt at ease in the mansion's luxurious surroundings.“Dad?” Ethan’s voice trembled with disbelief. “What... what are you doing here?”His father’s face softened with a smile, though his eyes held a gravity that Ethan had never seen before. “And why are you dressed up like this?” Ethan asked him, as his dad dress looked expensive.“Ethan, there’s so much you don’t know. So much I’ve kept from you, and for that, I owe you an explanation.”Ethan stared, bewildered, as his father gestured for him to take a seat. Ethan looked at his father with wide eyes as he motioned for him to sit down. He did what he was told. The warm floor of his cell had been hours be
Ethan stood in the lavish living room, the weight of the golden bank card pressing against his palm. His mind was a whirlwind of questions, the biggest being Who is Lisa Barrett? His future was now tied to a woman he knew nothing about, and though the thought of her stirred a flicker of curiosity—Was she beautiful? Kind? Spoiled?—his gaze shifted back to the bank card.Money, he thought. Money changes everything. The memory of endless humiliation, the constant weight of struggling just to get by, flashed through his mind. All those times he’d been belittled and beaten down, just because he wasn’t rich. Now, he held the power to change it.Just as Ethan was about to ask his father more, his father’s phone rang. Ethan’s father’s expression changed, a flash of urgency in his eyes.“I’m sorry, son. There’s an emergency I have to attend to,” his father said, his voice quick and businesslike. “For now, you’re free to do whatever you want.”Ethan watched his father disappear through th
Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he refused the bill. “I’m not here for your charity. I came to make a withdrawal.”The guard snorted, pulling back the ten dollars and pocketing it with exaggerated slowness. “Right. Then maybe try the ATM outside, buddy.”Ethan’s lips curled into a tight smile as he met the guard’s gaze head-on. “And what if I told you I’m here to withdraw one million dollars?”For a moment, the guard looked taken aback, then burst into laughter that drew the attention of a few onlookers. “One million?” he repeated, struggling to contain his amusement. “You’re joking, right?”Ethan’s expression remained calm, but there was fire in his eyes. “Is there a reason why that’s so hard for you to believe?”The guard snorted, his laughter bordering on scorn. “Because I saw you pull up on that rusty scooter outside,” he replied, his voice dripping with condescension. “One million dollars? That’s a good one. Do you think we’re all idiots here?”Ethan’s face reddened, and he coul
CHAPTER 8The guard stood there, still rubbing his reddened cheek, staring at the manager in shock and confusion. “Sir… why did you slap me? He’s just some nobody on a cheap scooter bike!”The manager’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening with each word. He glanced out the glass doors at the sleek, streamlined scooter parked outside. Then, without warning, he delivered another stinging slap to the guard’s face.“Are you blind, or just incredibly stupid?” the manager snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. “That ‘cheap scooter’ you’re so eager to mock is made of carbon fiber! Do you have any idea what that means?”The guard’s eyes went wide, struggling to grasp the manager’s words. “Carbon fiber?” he echoed, his voice faint.“Yes, carbon fiber!” The manager shook his head, his voice laced with contempt. “That’s not some regular run-down scooter from a junkyard. That machine costs at least a hundred thousand dollars!”The guard’s mouth fell open, and he stammered, “A hundred
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 s
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