I froze, my fist mid-air, my body trembling with rage.
I slowly turned to see Mr. Martins, the school director, storming toward us. His expression was clearly annoyed, his gaze fixed squarely on me.
Diana stood behind him, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. Yeah, she called him.
But who cares anyways.
Diana stepped forward, her voice filled with false concern. "Mr. Martins, thank goodness you’re here. Jordan just attacked Mikky out of nowhere like a wild animal. He’s been holding a grudge ever since that fight in the dorms, and now he's taken it too far. Look at Mikky!” Her tone was all too sweet, her words carefully chosen to paint me as the villain.
Mikky groaned dramatically from the ground, clutching his side as if I’d broken every bone in his body, well I guess I did. “He went crazy! I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t listen. He just jumped me—he's out of control, Mr. Martins!”
I clenched my fists, still fuming with rage, yet somehow, a part of me felt satisfied. I wanted to tell Mr. Martins how they’d humiliated my grandmother, how Mikky had spat on her, but deep down, I knew it wouldn’t matter.
The truth didn’t matter to people like him.
I stood there, holding my grandmother, watching him.
Despite her fragile frame, my grandmother stepped forward, her hands clasped in a humble plea. "Sir, please... it wasn’t like that. Jordan was provoked. They—"
"Don’t, Grandma," I interrupted, my voice sharp, surprising even her. "You don’t need to beg him."
My eyes, fierce with defiance, locked with Mr. Martins’. For a brief moment, I let all the disgust and frustration I’d been bottling up seep into my stare. "He doesn’t care about the truth anyway. He’s their puppet."
Mr. Martin's face darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Watch your tone, Jordan. You’ve already caused enough trouble today.” His eyes flicked to Mikky, then back to me, judgment already passed before I could say a word.
“Caused trouble?” I scoffed, my voice filled with disdain. “I defended myself. I defended ‘her’, it's self defense.”
I pointed to my grandmother, my anger burning hotter with every word as I recounted the humiliation in my mind. “But you don’t care about that, do you? You only care about siding with whoever’s got the money to keep this place running.”
His eyes flashed with fury at my boldness. “You’re out of line, Jordan,” he snapped. “You think you can come here and cause chaos, assault students, and get away with it because you think you’ve been wronged?”
My grandmother tugged on my arm, trying to pull me back. "Jordan, please, don’t make it worse," she whispered.
Mr. Martins’ face reddened with anger. He stepped closer, his voice low and threatening. “You’ve just sealed your fate, Jordan. Your arrogance will get you expelled. I was willing to let this go with a suspension, but now... now I think expulsion is more fitting.”
My grandmother looked crushed, her hands trembling as she reached out toward the director. “Please, sir, don’t—”
“No,” I said, stopping her. “We are not going to beg for their mercy.
Mr. Martins' eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, a smirk forming on his lips as he addressed the crowd. "You know, Mikky’s father has generously donated to this school for years. This year alone, he’s donated a whopping $2 million," he boasted, his tone oozing arrogance.
"That’s more cash than you’ll ever see in your lifetime. Honestly, I doubt someone like you could ever earn that much, even if you worked your fingers to the bone for a century."
A low buzz spread through the crowd as they processed the director's comments, many throwing sympathetic looks my way. Mikky, standing next to Diana, shot me a smug smile, clearly relishing the director's attempt to put me down.
The crowd was watching, expecting me to back down, to shrink under the weight of their words. But instead, I smiled, looking directly at the director. "Two million, huh?"
I said with a raised brow, my tone cool and steady. "That’s impressive, but tell me… what if I donate ten times that amount?"
The crowd fell into a stunned silence, and the director’s smirk faltered for a brief moment before returning, though now tinged with disbelief. "Ten times?" The Director echoed, laughing mockingly. “You’re joking, right?”I didn’t flinch, keeping my gaze locked on his. "On one condition," I continued. "That Mikky is expelled from this school."Mikky doubled over, clutching his sides, while the director shook his head in disbelief. I could see my grandmother looking at me from my side view with wide eyes, as if I’d lost my mind. "Ten times?" the director repeated, struggling to contain his amusement. “That’s $20 million, Jordan. Are you sure you haven’t hit your head too hard? You expect us to believe that you can just pull $20 million out of thin air?”I remained unfazed, locking eyes with him. I could see his confidence waver for a moment, as if he wanted to believe me. But after sizing me up, he clearly concluded that I was mad. “Give me the school’s official account number, and I
I stared at the screen, frozen in disbelief and shock. The words were clear, glaring at me like a cruel joke. How could this be? My grandfather wouldn’t lie to me—this card was real, wasn’t it? It has $1 Billion in it so why did my transfer fail?Before I could process what was happening, Mikky’s laughter exploded into the air, loud and obnoxious. He slapped his thigh, doubled over in amusement, while Diana clung to his arm, laughing right along with him."I knew it!" Mikky howled, pointing at me like I was the punchline to some cruel joke. "You really thought that card would work because it's flashy, didn’t you? What a loser!"Diana chimed in. "Honestly, Jordan, you shouldn’t have stoop this low. This is just embarrassing. Did you really think we’d fall for that little show?"“This is ridiculous, I thought for a second he had the $20 Million.”“Such a shameless pauper, he wasted our precious time.”“So unfortunate I staked a bet on you.”“Nothing good can come from an arrogant pauper
The transfer went through, and I received a notification of the transaction—my balance was now $980,000,000. I smirked proudly. “Now, what do you have to say, Director?” I asked, turning to face him. He continued to stare at his phone, frozen in disbelief. I knew he had received the notification, but he wasn’t saying anything. He was just glaring at me and the phone, as if unable to process what had just happened.The silence was deafening. Mikky and Diana rushed over to him, their expressions shifting from smug confidence to shock as they saw the same thing on his screen. I could tell they had just received the shock of their lives.Everyone was waiting, holding their breath, for the director or Mikky to say something.Mikky whispered something inaudible to the director, who quickly adjusted his demeanor.“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Joker of the Year at Kingsford University,” the director announced, trying to mask his shock with a forced laugh.The crowd erupted in c
The principal stood in front of me, bowing with a level of respect I had never experienced before. It was an odd feeling, not one of triumph or revenge, but something much more profound—a sense of quiet assurance.I noticed the crowd around us, watching in stunned silence as they took in the unexpected scene. I could tell they were still live streaming, judging by the comments flying in. “Why did the principal act like that?” “This is wild; I bet everyone in the city is tuning into this.”I stole a glance at the director, still holding his sore cheek, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. The principal had just slapped him in front of the whole school.“Get this disgrace out of here,” he ordered, pointing at the guards. “And just so you know, you’re fired.” “Fired?” echoed the director along with a few others.The director attempted to reason with the principal, but the guards stepped in, dragging him out like a common criminal—just moments ago, they had been the ones res
I stood outside the girls' dorm, buzzing with excitement. I couldn't believe how quickly I got there as I read the text again, muttering it under my breath in disbelief. [Hey handsome, can you come over right now? I’m alone and bored, craving something hard and warm. I promise I’ll do all the work. We’ll take it slow, and you’re going to scream.]I was in shock. Diana and I had been together for over a year, and she had never invited me to her place before. Our relationship had always been pretty low-key, but seeing that message made it clear she wanted to take things up a notch. We usually spent our time together at the library before my evening shifts.Yesterday, she mentioned she wouldn’t be heading to the library, so I figured I’d skip it too and just take a break. But now I can tell she’s missing me and wants to see me. I made my way to her room, ready to knock, when I heard a weird noise that made me stop. I double-checked her room number, and yep, it was the same. “I tho
I barged in, and as soon as they saw me, they scrambled to gather their clothes in a panic. "How dare you barge into a woman’s room like that! Don’t you have any manners?" Diana snapped, her face twisted with indignation."I bet his parents were too busy reproducing to even remember their responsibilities," Mikky chimed in with a sneer. I shot him a deadly glare, my fists clenched with fury, before turning my full attention to Diana.“Did you send me those texts just so I could walk in on this mess?!” I snapped, struggling to keep my anger in check.Diana didn’t respond; instead, she dashed to grab her phone and started typing furiously. I watched her, feeling a mix of hurt and rage. I had done so much for her, and this was how she repaid me. I had gone above and beyond to make her happy, even when it meant risking my own tuition.I even bought her the phone she was using. My heart sank when she finally found what she was looking for, tossed the phone aside, and rolled her eyes.
The crowd erupted in laughter.The pain was excruciating, radiating through every part of my body as I lay helpless on the cold ground. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out beneath me, my muscles too weak and beaten. Mikky’s lackeys had done their job well, keeping me pinned while their fists and feet drove the point home—I was nothing compared to him.Around me, the crowd cheered with satisfaction, enjoying every second of my humiliation. Not a single person stepped forward to help. They were entertained, not concerned. I felt completely alone, battered and broken, struggling to catch my breath. I turned my gaze, trying to find Diana, hoping for a glimmer of sympathy—anything that showed she still cared, even a little.But there she was, arms folded, a smug smile on her face. She was proud of this. Proud to see me beaten, and humiliated like an insect beneath Mikky’s feet. My stomach churned, but not just from the physical pain—it was the emotional betrayal that crushed me.
The car hummed again, almost as if sending signals to the men standing before me, their heads bowed. “Mr. Jordan, please, you have to come with us.” I observed them closely as they stood in two neat lines, one opposite the other, leaving a narrow space between.Or did Mikky send his men to kidnap me? No, this can’t be. Mikky's car is flashy, but this... this is way too luxurious for him. The sleek white Rolls-Royce, the polished interior—it didn’t match his obnoxious flaunting of wealth. He’s rich, sure, but not like this."Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice firmer this time, though a knot tightened in my chest, and my body still ached from the earlier ordeal. I wasn’t in the mood for more trouble.The man in front, the one who had greeted me so respectfully, looked down at his feet, pretending he hadn’t heard the question. Another man, standing just behind him, shifted uncomfortably."Mr. Jordan," the first man began again, "it's best if you just come with us. We’ll expl