The Poor Orphan Boy Is The Campus God

Chapter 11

Becky and Daniella rushed to Mr. Billionaire and tapped his shoulder. "Babe, say something," Becky begged.

He pushed their hands away. "Don't ever call me that again," he said coldly. "I'm on duty, working for my boss."

Becky's jaw dropped. "Your boss? Is this pauper Jimmy your boss?"

"Mr. Billionaire," Daniella called out, shaking. "Please stop joking."

He turned to her with a straight face. "My name is Davis, and I'm no billionaire."

"I work for Young Master Jimmy now, and it is the greatest honor of my life."

Matthew nodded behind him like a soldier. "It truly is," he said.

Becky and Daniella almost fainted. They held onto each other for support.

"What the hell is he saying?" Becky whispered. "What is going on?"

The students in the crowd were already filming everything. Kyle, the gossip blogger, couldn't stop smiling at his phone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he whispered to his followers, "the billionaire is a driver. What a twist!"

Davis straightened his uniform proudly. "Now, please step aside. The Young Master's car needs to be parked."

Mirabel pushed through the crowd and stood in front of Jimmy. Her eyes were burning.

"What game are you playing, Jimmy?" she asked. "What is all this?"

"I was with you for over a year," she continued. "I never got a hint that you were anything more than a pauper."

Jimmy looked at her calmly. For the first time, she couldn't read his face.

He smiled slightly. "Nice seeing you again, Mirabel."

Then he walked past her like she was a stranger.

Mirabel stood there, shaking. Something about the way he looked at her had made her stomach turn.

Her face turned red with rage. She had never been ignored like that in her life, especially not by Jimmy or the likes of him.

"Did Jimmy just ignore Mirabel?" a student whispered.

"Dude, he ignored her like she was air," another said.

"Hey!" Mirabel screamed, running after him. But Justin stepped in front of Jimmy first.

"Turn around, Jimmy," Justin ordered. "Answer my girlfriend's question."

Jimmy paused and smiled. Then he looked at Matthew and Davis.

That was all they needed. They rushed forward with the security team from the cars.

"Move," Davis said. "Or we will move you."

Justin looked at the huge men surrounding him. He swallowed hard and stepped out of the way.

The crowd gasped. Justin Hale had just backed down in front of everyone.

Justin's friends exchanged nervous looks. Nobody had ever seen him back down.

Mirabel wasn't satisfied. She was both furious and curious, wondering how the pauper she dumped suddenly looked like a prince.

"Jimmy, answer me!" she shouted.

But Jimmy ignored her completely. He adjusted his cufflinks and walked into the house with his friends.

The doors opened for them like they were royalty. Servants bowed as they passed.

For a second, the music inside the house paused, as if the whole mansion was holding its breath.

Becky and Daniella ran back to Mirabel with shaking legs. "Maybe this is all the work of the Benson brothers," Becky said.

"They probably just want to use all this to get back at us," Daniella added.

"Then how did they turn a billionaire into their driver?" Mirabel asked.

Justin stepped in. He was just as shocked, but he tried to sound calm.

"The so-called billionaire confessed that he is not a billionaire," he said.

"Jimmy and the Bensons must have found something to blackmail him with. Then they forced him, or paid him, to be their driver."

"But what about the cars?" Daniella asked. "The Benson brothers can't have spent their whole trust fund just to make their friend happy."

"Exactly," Mirabel said. "Their trust fund couldn't afford all of those cars, if they cost at least $20 million each."

The other students began to murmur. Everyone was asking the same question: what was going on?

Barry and the rest of the Big 5 walked up to Justin with big smiles. They had enjoyed the whole scene.

"Justin, my man," Barry laughed. "It seems your pet toy has grown bigger than you."

The Big 5 burst into laughter. Justin's face turned dark.

Justin clenched his fists so hard that his rings dug into his skin.

"Laugh all you want," Justin said. "But if Jimmy is somehow rich, then he is a problem, not only to me but to the whole Big 5. We all taunted him remember? "

The laughter died down. They looked at the closed doors, and for the first time, they saw Jimmy as a threat.

"Relax," James said. "Those cars can be rented."

"I just got off a call with one of my family's dealerships," he explained. "The man said they can rent all 3 for $1,000,000 per day."

Mixed reactions spread through the crowd. "Why would anyone rent three cars for $1,000,000 when they could buy luxury cars with that money?" a student asked.

Anna laughed and flipped her hair. "That's the difference between the rich and the poor," she said.

"The rich know how to spend money. The poor spend foolishly to make a point nobody cares about."

"Then let's give Jimmy the night," Barry suggested. "Once the weekend is over, everyone goes back to school. Then we'll deal with him."

"No," Justin said firmly. "I'm dealing with him tonight, because I can't wait until Monday."

"Besides, he tricked his foolish friends into cashing out their trust fund and spending it recklessly. He's just trying to make a stupid point to children of billionaires like us."

Everyone nodded. It was the only explanation that made sense to them.

"If Jimmy is really rich, tonight is going to be a war," a student whispered.

Then someone noticed that Mercedes hadn't said a word the entire time. She was standing a little apart, scrolling on her phone.

"Mercedes," Anna called. "Why are you so quiet?"

Mercedes scoffed without looking up. "Jimmy is your problem, not mine."

"What do you mean?" Becky asked. "What is your problem, then?"

Mercedes finally lifted her eyes. "The son of Diana Levruff will be attending this party tonight," she said.

"My family has urged me to befriend him. I'm trying to score major points tonight, and I have no time for insignificant bugs like Jimmy and his friends."

The whole crowd went silent. Then the murmurs began, spreading fast like fire.

"She's right," a student whispered. "Diana Levruff's son is the main deal tonight."

"I heard he's a young man like us, and he's definitely single."

That was all the girls needed to hear. They rushed into the house in groups, adjusting their dresses and checking their makeup.

Every one of them hoped to grab the attention of the son of the most powerful person in the country.

Nobody knew who he was. But they were sure his arrival would come with grandeur.

Even the Chancellor's guards stood straighter, as if they knew something big was coming.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the compound, the Arab Royalties stood together watching everything from afar.

One of them narrowed his eyes. "Who are those guys that came in with such cars?"

"Each of those cars is worth more than all of ours combined."

"From what I know, they are the school paupers," another prince replied. "But it seems they are no longer paupers."

A princess in a white gown folded her arms. "Have the students forgotten the rule we made?"

"Nobody drives a car more expensive than ours," she said coldly. "Nobody."

The first prince smiled slowly, and it was not a friendly smile. "Then it's time to remind everyone who rules this school."

"We will trash those boys tonight," the princess said. "And we'll teach them a lesson they will never forget."

Inside the house, Jimmy and his friends walked down the grand hall without a care. They had no idea that two powerful groups were already planning their downfall.