Rise of Robert,the youngest student billionaire.

CHAPTER 3. Most ridiculous call ever !

MOST RIDICULOUS CALL EVER?! 

The whole school was still in a frenzy about what just happened. 

“Did you say that poverty-stricken boy hit Owen?” One of the students asked.

Most of the students didn't know of it, but it didn't take a minute before it spread like wildfire. The whole campus, academic groups, and school websites featured videos of Owen and Robert.

Meanwhile, Owen lay in the school infirmary for treatment; the punches were too heavy to just let slide. 

Pulling his phone out, he went over to the school website. 

The world seemed distorted and out of focus, and anger began to cloud his perception once he read the negative comments that weren't supporting him.

“Oh my god! "Who knew Owen wasn't strong... haha haha…," one said.

“I hate to admit it, but poor Robert is an Anthony Joshua!” 

“He knocked Owen down with a punch. The boy might be poor, but I think he won this fight!” 

Each one he slid down to read taunted him more, and for some reason, he couldn't take it any longer.

Tossing his phone aside, his fists began to clench tightly as he glared at the door in front of him.

“I'll make that boy pay for everything.”. He thought to himself.

He let out an evil chuckle. He should be ready for a rude awakening! 

However, it was exactly nine o'clock when Mrs. Mia finally let him go since the chancellor of the school wasn't ready to see him now.

Once he walked out of there, he took to his heels and headed straight to the girls’ hostel.

“How can I help you?“ One muscular female security guard stopped him.

It slipped off his mind that once it was past six o'clock, no male would be allowed into the girl's hostel.

Even if it weren't his fault, who cares? The security guard scanned him with her eyes, and without a doubt, she knew he was a delivery man. Yes, he was still in his delivery uniform; he hadn't yet changed into his torn clothes.

“Maa, please!” He clasped both hands with an empathy-filled voice, pleading. ”I need to take my box from the waste bin over there.” 

He pointed at the waste bin; it wasn't far from his reach, so the lady allowed him but kept an eye on him.

Robert didn't waste any time and emptied the waste bin on the floor.

He didn't care if it was a feminine waste; he saw a lot of trash he wasn't supposed to see or touch, but he kept finding his box.

After some minutes, he heard the security shout. ”Young man, it seems it's not there. Please pack it all up and come take your leave!” 

Robert's heart gnawed in anger. He stood there, chest puffed out, as he felt a sudden surge of adrenaline fueling his body, and he felt like hitting Olivia for putting him through all of this.

Most of the students were sleeping, but he was still trying to pack up the waste bin.

When he was done, every step he took felt like a monumental effort, as if his legs were made of lead.

Today should take the title of being the worst day of his school life. He dragged his feet as he walked, his movements sluggish and slow, until he reached his room.

Once he opened the door, he met Jacob and Ben. On seeing him, they frantically stood up, and their expression turned grim when they saw their friend, Robert.

Jacob helped him settle down into the wooden chair in his room.

“We heard what happened. Let the b*itch go; she's a hypocrite!” Said Jacob. 

He was trying to gas his friend up one more time with his words, even if he wasn't sure if it was working.

“Have you collected your box?” Ben couldn't help but ask; that was all that mattered to him, not just them.

With the question, Robert would have exploded a hot torrent of tears, but he didn't; instead, he just winced and clenched his teeth, trying to endure the physical discomfort! 

“It's gone. I can't find it in the waste,” he coldly admitted. 

Their faces turned pale, and their eyes widened. This was the same money he was saving for a lot of things: the upcoming swimming competition, textbooks, and more. He wasn't sure it was enough, for that was a three-year saving.

“Then let one-eyed Owen replace It all since she is now his girlfriend and he is rich,” Ben suggested contemptuously.

“Forget about it; it's all gone and in the past now. I'll make sure I get new part-time jobs,” he said, forcing a smile on his face.

He couldn't be more happy that his friends checked up on him; they were the only ones who didn't hate or discriminate against him. 

“We will get going for night class, Rob; see you tomorrow morning. Cheer up, please. Olivia is just a gold digger!” Ben said this before leaving with Jacob. 

Once Robert heard the slam of the door, he heaved a deep sigh of relief that they had left him. 

Despite how much he appreciated them, at this time he wanted to be alone, listen to some sad songs, and sulk it all up, but he didn't even have a radio set or anything better to play any music, so he just sat alone in his dimly lit room 

He slowly pulled his shirt and folded it well to avoid being rumpled for tomorrow's work. Then he touched the necklace on his neck; it wasn't just any necklace but quite an old one that Robert had refused to throw away; that was the only property of his parents he possessed.

He traced his fingers over the necklace, his touch gentle as if afraid to disturb the memories as he muttered. 

“Mum, Dad I wish you were here now; I would have left Campell.” 

He stared blankly out of the window, lost in a sea of thoughts on how he could recover all of his money from the missing box.

Robert shook his head and muttered again: Mrs Mia banned me from classes till we meet the chancellor, so I guess I'll just find more part-time jobs tomorrow since it's a Saturday and I can't meet the chancellor anyway. 

After saying this, he leaned back, trying to find comfort in his bed, but that's if bed bugs would let him. 

The door suddenly slammed open, startling Robert from his sleep, and he jumped out of bed. 

“Who are you?” came the question when he saw four huge guys. They were all taller than he was, and every muscular man, at first glance, knew he was no match for them—not in this world.

Some of them had cigarettes in their mouths, while the others wore a thick alcohol scent, which made Robert wrinkle his nose in distaste when one of them asked.

“Yu Robert Edward, di smaat bwoi?” 

Robert caught the thick Jamaican accent immediately; his co-workers were also Jamaicans, so it wasn't hard to tell.

Frowning his face with a hint of panic in his voice, he replied. 

"Yes, I am. How do I help you?” 

The first man turned to the other, and they grinned from ear to ear before he blew a puff on Robert's face. 

Robert wasn't used to such, and he couldn't hold it but began to cough, but before he could see anything, a heavy blow took him crashing into the floor and wincing in pain.

“What's wrong? Who are you people?" He demanded.

The men didn't say a word but went all right at once. The onslaught of kicks and blows from the men followed each strike, intensifying his pain even more. There were four men; he couldn't dodge all of them at once, so they burst his lips and chin.

He could feel his blood dripping down his cheeks, and his strength was draining faster like he was about to die the next minute.

He groaned and rubbed his hands on the painful area, seeking temporary relief. 

Before one of the men left, he stopped and said, ”And yes, you know who sent us?” 

Robert slowly raised his head to hear that the night had sent them to kill him.

"Well, nuh, bodda trouble Owen next time,” the man smirked and blew out another puff.

It became evident that it was Owen who sent them to take revenge for the blow Robert had given him during the early hours of the day.

He attempted to speak, but he could only cough out a huge pile of blood from his mouth. His whole body was weak and full of bruises, and he couldn't even stand up from where he was lying.

“God, please let me live,” he pleaded. He was still lying on the floor, wincing in pain. 

He didn't know what else to do, but then a thought slipped into his mind. 

He blinked rapidly and slowly dipped his hand into his pocket to find his phone, despite his blurry vision. 

Who does he have to call? Who would come to his aid? Certainly not his friends, who were miles away from here! 

He pressed his phone screen for clearer vision but then drops of blood dropped on the screen, making it harder, and he was still in pain to even raise his second hand to wipe the blood, so he did the most hilarious thing no one would have ever done.

He pressed 1, 1, 2. 

And dialled it. 

Once they picked up, he said. "There's an emergency at Campbell Campus Room 050!” 

“Hurry up, or lives will be lost!”