Suddenly A Student Billionaire

Suspension For Ethan

The door creaked as it opened and Ethan stepped in, and bowed slightly.

“Good morning sir!”

He greeted the three hostile-looking thick, heavily-bearded men across the long desk. They were the disciplinary authorities of his school. Once they heard Ethan falling out with Jack, they summoned him.

Although, Ethan expected them to summon he and Jack, he was bewildered to see he was the only one standing right before them.

“Ethan Moneyfield ,” one of them, Mr. Max called. He was the leader of the disciplinary team, a thick belly Irish man with never-smiling face. “You have the guts to fight in school and not just fight but fight the son to the CEO Nathan Group,”

“Nathan Junior,” another man, Mr. Johnson beamed his lips curved in frowns as he leaned forward, “You fought with Jack,” the man clarified and Ethan frowned hard.

“But sir…”

“Keep shut!” they snarled at him and he gaped at them, his hands paused as he threw them behind and lowered his head in obedience. “First, you have no right to fight anyone over any girl because she is not yet your wife, second eye witnesses say you were the first to hit him.”

“He called me names, despite knowing Ella is my girl.  I…I….” he stuttered heavily and grinned.

“Keep shut, Ethan!” the other man, Mr. Mark, thin, tall with shot hair snapped at him , slamming the desk, “That is one problem with you poor people, always want to be heard even when you don’t have the money!”

Ethan breathed hard; those words got to him and he wondered if he would ever survive his remaining years in school looking poor and forsaken.

“You have the nerves, the temerity to hit Jack? You injured him in the mouth and his father has been blowing hot at us for letting some poor, smelling student without a name to pound his son. Do you know whose son you just beat?”

“He snatched my girl from me, sir, and to it he called me names and mocked me. What would you have done if you were in my shoes, sir?” he asked gently.

And Mr. Max pounced to his feet, left his seat and approached Ethan, “If I were in your shoes I would have walked away and asked myself one question. This life I am living is it worth living? Even my girl left me for another guy. Isn’t it shameful and demands a cry for help?”

Ethan raised a thick brow at Mr. Max and lowered his gaze in shame. He grinned and wiped the sweat that burned his brow. His heart beat with the sound of ruin as he noticed the envelope on the desk.

Mr. Mark took the envelope and tossed his head in pity. “Ethan Moneyfield, for your misconduct, the school authority has decided to send you on a definite suspension for six months.”

“Sir…”

“Keep shut!” they beamed at him and he pressed his lips, his face shining with the sweat that seemed to have intensified right now.

“You are warned not to show up in school or have anything to do with any student in the environs of this school. If you default in any of this rules, you shall be found liable and prosecuted in court. You are warned,” Mr. Mark snapped.

He wanted to protest but his heart had already failed him; they tossed the letter at him and he bent to pick it up, his hand shaky and body suffused with utter disdain. He cast one striking glance at them and his heart boiled with rejection.

“So it has gotten to this now? Money.” He murmured within himself as he left.

Right now he had just confirmed the gossip making the round; Jack’s father playing a huge role in the funding of their school’s projects. Jack’s father was the Ceo of the Nathan Group, a huge financial cooperative company that is into soft loans.

“I got to find a job,” he mumbled within himself, “Six months is too much to stay idle and think about this heartbreak. I got to get my mind busy with something,” he reminded himself, his eyes still on the letter.

He grabbed his school bag form the shelf and could see a few student laughing at him once they saw him.

The other two students murmured something that sounded like, “Poor lover,”

He ground and clenched his jaw. He folded his fist and tore the letter and then trashed it.

“Money, it’s OK.I must make you. Time will tell.” He murmured one last time and began to step away.

Once in the taxi, he began to stroke this stylish necklace on his neck; he could recall how the intricate piece had come to being. His mother had gifted him the necklace before kicking the bucket. She had told him several times not to miss wearing the necklace that it would fetch him good luck someday.

He stretched the necklace and stole glance at the gold pendant.

“I need that good luck now, because I must make money and prove my enemies wrong,” he muttered as the taxi drove away.

He could recall seeing a few jobs opening in town. He wished the job would still be open.

“Right now I don’t mind doing anything to make money,” he mumbled, “Oh lord, this is too much for me to bear. I need a break through,” he said inwardly as he looked out the window seeing if he could clench on any job opening.