The Almighty Heir's Return

Nice tan

The next day arrived and Brandon acted as if nothing happened. He got up, took his shower, put his clothes on and after having his bag on his shoulder, he left for classes. His butler had called a few more times, but he was not in the mood to answer just to dismiss the man. 

While he was walking inside the campus, he noticed that a few people were looking at him and he frowned a bit, but thought that was nothing, after all, except from Kayle and his friends, he was not known. 

“Sexy abs, huh?” Brandon heard someone say, but he didn’t think the person was talking to him and kept walking to his classroom. 

“Damn skinny. He should eat more.”

“At least he seems to be quite big down there.”

“Gross! Don’t talk about it… his body is not nice…And he is weird. A loser.”

Now, Brandon was sure they were talking about him. Not that he really cared about what others thought or said about him, but in some way, it disappointed him. Going to college should have been a new start, a new life, but no. In the end, or better, right in the beginning, that was already going as bad as before. 

Suddenly, his phone buzzed and he thought it was his buttler again, but to his surprise, it was a message from an unknown number. The first thing that occurred to him was to ignore, but something told him he should see what was in there, so he opened the message and it was a link. ‘You should see that!’. 

Brandon’s mouth dried, because the link was from a video website, so he had a really bad feeling about that. Either way, he couldn’t be a coward now, could he? He took a deep breath and clicked on it. Yeah, that was a video of him, last night, no clothes, trying to cover himself. 

His face became all red and he looked around. Now he understood why people were talking about him not because they heard something, but because they saw him, in all his glory. 

‘Damn it!’, he thought. But what could he do now? Nothing. He had to suck it in and go to his class. Those videos would be forgotten as soon as something new appeared. And that wouldn’t take too long, since the internet and info were always bringing news. 

Once he entered class, people were still laughing, but they had to give it a stop because of the Professor. 

“Hey, loser!” someone called him from behind, when Brandon was going to the restroom, but he ignored. “I am talking to you!” 

Something hit him on the back of his head. Something soft and… wet. Brandon raised his hand and touched his head. Then, he brought it to where his eyes could see. 

“Is that…”

“Nice tan, loser!” Kayle said and laughed. Brandon chuckled. Of course, it had to have Kayle’s finger on it. 

Brandon decided he would keep cool and wait. Things would get better, at some point. If not during college, then before. And he could try to apply to some other institution, where Kayle wouldn’t follow him. 

Of course, after all that ink, Brandon could not return to classes. So, he went to the Professor’s room and asked to talk to the one who would minister the next class. He had to explain things or he would have a hole in his academic profile. 

After that was done, he headed home. He was staying in this small place, but at least, nobody would bother him in there. No one except his butler. 

“Not today, please.” Brandon said when he saw the car outside. 

“Sir, your father just wants to see you. It's not asking too much!” The old man pleaded, but Brandon was not for that. 

“Look, I understand it, but I can’t, ok? I want to build my own life, away from my family’s influence to reach the top. I want to walk with my own legs. Seeing my father will do no good to me. It will make me want to stay by his side and it will ruin everything.”

“Sir, with all due respect, this is not very clever of you. You don’t have to be bullied and ostracized to be respected by who you are, instead of what you have.”

“Just… gimme some time, ok?” Brandon asked and, this time, the butler nodded, letting the boy go inside. He was not going to keep asking Brandon to return to his family, he would not meddle with the Young Master’s affairs inside university, but he was keeping an eye on what was going on. If anyone attempted against Brandon’s life or again against the family’s reputation, he was going to take action.

After taking a shower, Brandon decided to go to that link again and start to report every video in every account he could find. Yeah, he was not going to use his family’s power to solve his every problem, but it didn’t mean he had to just endure everything doing nothing about, at all. 

Once he was done, he finally decided to study what the professor told him to, in order not to stay behind classes. Next day was going to be a new day, and so, he would have a new chance to live his life at its best. With or without Kayle. 

When he left the bus and entered the campus, he could see that people didn’t forget it, yet, but just like before, he was not going to let them see if he was or not uncomfortable with that. 

Before the professor arrived, Brandon felt small things being thrown at him. He was just going to say something, but someone else decided to do it. 

“What is that? Do you really think that is funny? That is just lame!” 

“Oh, come on!” Kayle said, smiling. “Stop getting in the way, Fairfax!” 

“Get in the way of your idiotice? No, thanks. And those?” She started to collect all the small papers that contained, each a joke of some sort. “Will get to the Professor and to the Dean.”