Unknowingly The Billionaire's Heir

Call From Dad

Afraid to be hit again, Jason stayed sprawled on the floor for quite some time. He could not believe his luck. Not only was the girl that he loved dating him for pity, but he had been mocked just because he was poor.

His father worked far away and had never been able to send too much money home, and he felt it would be selfish to even ask him for money, since he was working so hard. 

Now look where that had gotten him. He sat up and pulled his shirt down, covering the stupid inscription that had been written on his back. He felt his anger rise again. 

If only he could become rich overnight, maybe he could get another job asides this one? Just as soon as he had adopted that train of thought, he brushed it away too. 

He was not going to get any other job. He had looked at every other option before finally landing on this one, so where would he go? He considered everything as his shoulders began to shake.

Why was he so helpless? Why did he have to b so poor? It made no sense to him at all! On the bright side, he could keep all the money he wanted to use to buy Macy that bag. 

He got up and went over to his phone and brought it out, opening the I*******m page that the bag had been posted on. Over 2 thousand dollars, and he was really about to buy it for her? He may have dodged a bullet.

With that, at least he didn't have to work too much longer, or spend any more unnecessary money on dates. But oh, he would make them pay, all of them from Macy to Russ and that Dan guy.

They had spent so long humiliating him just because he had no money, huh? Well he would show them. Even if it took years. 

Just then, the phone in his palm vibrated and began to sing the opening chords of his ringtone. Looking at the display name, he saw that it was his father, and he picked up immediately. 

His father was usually a busy man who could not come to the phone, and it was hard to put a call through to him. There was no way Jason was going to miss the call.

“Hey dad!”

“Hey Jason, how are you?”

“I'm alright, how are you?”

“I am alright too. Listen, I don't like to waste time, so I'm going to be upfront with you. Is that okay, Jason?”

“Sure dad. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. You have simply come of age, and it is time that I tell you. You are not poor, Jason. Our family is not poor.”

Laughing, Jason dismissed his father, “sure we are.”

“Oh dear. I had worried that you would say this. We are from a very wealthy family, and we are more than rich enough to last a lifetime. It may be hard to believe, but it is true.”

Arguing, Jason said, “no dad. Stop daydreaming. We barely made the payment for our electric bill last month, what do you mean?”

“Have you been hearing anything I've been saying?”

“Yeah, and it sounds like you're making things up, Dad.”

“I am most definitely not,” fumed his father. “Look, I almost did not believe it when my father told me too, but it's true.”

“Yeah, and pigs can fly. ”

“Look, believe me. When I get off work today, I will send you a hundred billion dollars as your allowance. A small chunk, just to prove I'm telling the truth.”

“Uh, dad? You realize there's 9 zeroes in a billion, right? You want to send me hundreds of those?” Jason started laughing. He had had too long a day for any of his father's pranks at that moment. 

“Yes, Jason. Talk later. Bye.”

He heard the beep of the phone thrice and then paused. He wondered if he had just received a phone call from a fraud, because none of it made sense.

Here they were, barely able to make ends meet, him in the school when he should be resting, working hard because they were poor and someone had called him to tell him some rubbish about being rich.

Thinking of it made him laugh again. 

“Anyway,” he said, grabbing his things from his school locker. Dealing his jacket over his shoulder, he locked the door to the school and went on his way.

That day had exhausted him in so many different ways, and he just wanted to have a drink, so he stopped at the bar that was only a few blocks from his house for a few drinks.

Hours later when he was returning home, he reeked of alcohol, but he had successfully stopped thinking too much about Macy. He wished his father was not pranking him and he had that much money. 

“You know, ” he slurred, drunk out of words,“ I would show Macy and Dam- San- Dan, yeah, that's his name! If I was rich. Good for nothing people. Just because I'm poor they like to act weird to me.”

He struggled with climbing up the porch steps, and when he managed to make his way up those, he could not manage to get his keys through the hole. He managed, grunting a “hi” to his mother who was asleep on the couch.

The last thing he thought before he dropped out of consciousness was that he wished he was rich. The second thing was that he was grateful that there was no school tomorrow. 

Even in that state, he knew that if he went to school as hungover as he was about to be, he would hate himself and probably get detentions from all his teachers. 

The night passed, and when morning came, the beep of his phone woke him up. For a moment when he woke up, he thought it was from Macy, but when his eyes had cleared, he remembered that they had broken up.

Confused, he opened his phone and went to the message app, trying to figure out what the message was about. The moment he opened the app, he saw that it was an SMS from his bank.

His heart in his mouth, he opened it and had his jaw drop in shock. 

Previously, because he was saving for Macy's gift, he had about two thousand dollars in the account, but now before he could even see the two thousand bucks, he had to push through over 11 zeroes. 

Refusing to believe it, he pinched at his skin. There was no way that his father had been serious. The pain of the pinch came through and he realized that this was not a day dream.

“I should probably call dad,” he thought, and jumped when the phone began ringing just then. It was his father, so he picked up the phone, whispering, “Hello?”

“Jason? Did you see the money I just sent to you?”

“Yes dad. Whoa!”

“Do you believe me now?”

“Yes.”

Hearing that, his father hung up, and Jason sat there, wondering what the hell had just happened. He was now rich? A billionaire?