All Chapters of The Return of the Campus Trillionaire: Chapter 91
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CHAPTER 91
The campus buzzed with its usual morning chaos.Students flooded the walkways in clusters, voices overlapping, laughter bouncing off buildings as the sun climbed higher into the sky. Brad walked through it all with his backpack slung over one shoulder, earbuds in but no music playing. It was a habit he’d developed recently—blocking the world out without actually listening to anything.His mind was still stuck on the night before.Sammy Jo’s face.The apology.The way it had felt rehearsed and hollow and yet… unsettling.Brad shook his head as he climbed the steps toward the main academic building. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to think about it anymore. He’d said his piece. He’d driven away. End of story.Or so he thought.“Brad.”The voice cut through the noise like a blade.His body tensed instantly.He turned slowly—and there he was.Sammy Jo stood a few feet away, hands tucked casually into his jacket pockets, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who’d been exposed
CHAPTER 92
Brad hadn’t expected to enjoy himself.That was the first thought that crossed his mind as he jogged across the grass toward the east field, the late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. The field was already alive with movement—half a dozen guys stretching, laughing, passing a ball back and forth with careless ease. Music played faintly from someone’s speaker, blending with the sounds of shouts and sneakers scuffing against turf.And there, standing near the sideline with his hands on his hips, was Sammy Jo.Brad slowed his pace, his chest tightening slightly as their eyes met. For a split second, he considered turning around. Becky’s words echoed in his head, sharp and insistent. This is a bad idea. Don’t let him back in.But something stubborn rose up in Brad instead.He was already here.Sammy Jo’s face broke into a brief smile—not smug, not triumphant, just… relieved. He lifted a hand in a casual wave.“Glad you came,” he said when Brad reached him.Brad shrugged, keeping his to
CHAPTER 93
The café smelled like citrus and sugar.It was one of those places near campus that tried too hard to feel relaxed—exposed brick walls, hanging plants, chalkboard menus written in looping handwriting. Students filled most of the tables, laptops open, conversations overlapping in a low, constant hum.Brad spotted Jared immediately.He was seated near the window with two smoothies already on the table, one green, one pink. He looked up the moment Brad walked in, relief flashing across his face.“Hey,” Jared said, standing halfway as Brad approached. “You made it.”Brad nodded and slid into the chair opposite him, dropping his backpack at his feet. He didn’t smile. He didn’t scowl either. He was tired—emotionally, mentally, in a way that had nothing to do with the soccer match or the walk over.Jared pushed the pink smoothie toward him. “Strawberry-banana. I remembered.”Brad’s fingers wrapped around the cup automatically. “Thanks.”For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. The clink of
CHAPTER 94
Becky leaned against the brick wall outside the café, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, the crisp autumn air biting through the fabric of her jacket. She glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time, tapping her foot impatiently. She hated waiting. It made her feel powerless, and right now, she had zero tolerance for feeling powerless about Brad.When Jared finally appeared, jogging slightly to catch up, she straightened, immediately letting her irritation show.“Finally,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Do you even know what time it is?”Jared raised his hands in mock surrender. “Relax. I’m here. Better late than never, right?”Becky didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at him like he had just grown an extra head. They moved to the nearby bench, and he flopped down with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. Becky stayed standing, arms still crossed, a silent storm waiting to unleash.“Okay,” Jared began cautiously. “Here’s what happened at the café.”Becky narrow
CHAPTER 95
The next couple of weeks passed almost like a dream for Brad, though he reminded himself not to get too carried away. Life had a rhythm now, one that felt almost magical after the storm of tension, anger, and uncertainty that had defined the past few months.Skyrun had become surprisingly welcoming. Every morning, when Brad walked through the sliding glass doors into the open, airy office, there was a lightness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Matthew, who had once been distant and stern, now greeted him with a nod and a small smile, a clear signal that things were back on track professionally. Brad had to admit—it felt good. Really good.Even Mathew, who had seemed impossibly formal at first, apologized one morning when Brad spilled coffee on a stack of important paperwork by accident. “Hey,” Matthew said, holding back a smirk, “my fault. I shouldn’t have piled these here. Sorry.”Brad blinked, stunned, and for a moment, the words didn’t register. “You… apologized?” he asked.Matthew c
CHAPTER 96
It was another crisp Friday afternoon, and the field was buzzing with the usual energy. Brad jogged onto the grassy pitch, the familiar scent of freshly cut grass mixing with the slight tang of late autumn air. The boys were already scattered around the field, kicking the ball between themselves, calling out playful taunts, and laughing. Sammy Jo waved when he saw him approaching, a cheeky grin on his face. “You’re finally here! Thought you’d get lost in the city traffic again!”Brad rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. “Yeah, yeah. Traffic. We’ve been through this.”The game began with the usual flurry of movement—sprints, passes, and playful tackles. Brad felt that familiar rush of adrenaline, the one that came from running full speed, weaving between players, and feeling the ball at his feet. Sammy Jo was surprisingly competitive today, moving with precision and calling out plays like he had been on the team for years. Brad had to admit, the boy had talent.As the match went o
CHAPTER 97
Brad sat at his desk, staring at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. His fingers hovered over Jared’s contact, indecision mixing with frustration. He had been thinking about this all night, turning the conversation over and over in his mind. Finally, he took a deep breath and tapped “Call.” The line connected, and Jared’s voice came through almost instantly.“Brad? What now?” Jared asked, his tone sharp and annoyed.“I need to talk to you about the favor,” Brad said, keeping his voice steady despite the nerves twisting in his stomach.Jared let out an audible sigh. “The favor? Wait… don’t tell me you’re thinking about using it for—”“For Sammy Jo,” Brad interrupted calmly, refusing to let his voice waver.There was a long pause on the line. Then Jared’s voice came back, tight and incredulous. “Are you serious? Sammy Jo? That… he doesn’t deserve it!”Brad’s chest tightened. “Excuse me? What gives you the right to decide who deserves what?”“You’re serious?” Ja
CHAPTER 98
The lecture hall was still filling with students when Jared slipped into the classroom, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He spotted Becky already seated near the front, her notebook open and pencil poised. He slid into the seat beside her, lowering his voice so only she could hear.“Becky,” he began, leaning in slightly. “You won’t believe what happened with Brad today.”Becky turned to him, a frown immediately forming on her face. “What now? He’s been acting fine the past few weeks.”Jared shook his head, frustration obvious in his eyes. “Fine? You call what happened today fine? Brad tried to use the favor I gave him for… Sammy Jo. And when I told him it was a bad idea, he practically exploded at me. It got heated—he even yelled at me. He hates me right now, Becky.”Becky’s frown deepened, and she placed her pen down. “Wait… are you serious? Sammy Jo? The same Sammy Jo that’s been the biggest pain in all of our asses. He wants to use your favor for him?”Jared nodded grimly. “Ex
CHAPTER 99
The morning sunlight streamed through Jared’s office windows, casting long, golden streaks across the floor. Jared sat at his desk, fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood as his mind replayed the events of the past week. Brad, stubborn as ever, had pushed back against him, rejecting every word of advice, every attempt at guidance. Yet, despite the argument, Jared knew he couldn’t ignore his promise. He had given Brad his word, and a promise—even to someone like Brad—wasn’t something he could simply abandon.Jared leaned back in his chair, letting out a quiet sigh. “Fine,” he muttered to himself. “Time to fix this.”He picked up his phone and dialed Fred. The call connected after a few rings.“Fred, I need a favor,” Jared began, his tone crisp and decisive. “Can you send an email to Sammy Jo?”Fred’s voice came through the speaker, curious. “What about?”“An internship offer. Full access. Standard package. Make it sound professional, like a legitimate offer from Skyrun Inc.,
CHAPTER 100
The morning sun filtered through the large glass windows of Skyrun Inc., casting a warm glow over the open-plan office. The hum of computers and soft murmur of colleagues talking filled the room, but Brad barely noticed. He was focused, scanning through a spreadsheet of upcoming projects, double-checking numbers, and noting down a few adjustments he wanted to discuss with his supervisor, Matthew.A light tap on the edge of his desk made him look up. Sammy Jo was standing there, a stack of folders in hand and a tentative smile on his face.“Morning,” Sammy Jo said, trying to sound casual. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”Brad looked up fully now and offered a small nod. “Morning. No, you’re fine. Just going over some schedules for the new projects.”Sammy Jo set the folders down on the corner of Brad’s desk. “Mind if I sit? I thought it’d be easier if we went over these together.”Brad hesitated briefly, then gestured toward the empty chair across from him. “Sure. Makes sense.”As Sammy Jo