The Young Student Trillionaire

Chapter 2

The next day at school, Chance tried to focus. But he couldn't stop thinking about how he would talk to Vinita. The humiliation from yesterday still clung to his skin like sweat, but he convinced himself Vinita would understand—maybe even apologize. He sat through lectures in silence, ignoring the whispers, the stares, and the memes. He was used to it.

Sometime during the course of the day, on Chance's way out of the cafeteria, where he'd gone to get his daily lunch of just fries, the classism extended to the cafeteria. Students like him got cold fries, while students like Courtney got sushi—then came the roar of an engine.

Roy Brown.

The richest, most arrogant playboy in all of Elite Society University. Born to a billionaire family, one of the richest in the country, the Miokun family, Roy was heir to a vast fortune of $9 billion. Yet he wasn't even among the top five richest kids on campus. His personal bank account was replete with no less than $5 million for all his exuberant spending. And now he’d done the latest; he’d just dropped half a million dollars on  a one-of-a-kind sports car, and was now parading it, along with his entourage of six more exotic rides—all worth one point five million collectively—around campus like a victory lap. Cameras flashed. Students screamed. Girls practically melted at the sight of him.

It was definitely the most expensive car on campus. The last person with that record had a whip of $250,000, and now Roy had gone and doubled it. Of course everyone would be all over him.

Chance slunk out of sight. Roy was his number one enemy. When he first arrived at ESU, he’d received a lot of attention because of his looks and smarts. Truth be told, he could have blended in like Vinita had. If not for Roy.

It was hard to believe they were in different class sets. Roy was twenty-four, so he was obviously in his final year, yet the bastard always found time to mock and humiliate Chance. He seemed to have something innate against him. He had made it his mission to find out things about him that other students deemed embarrassing and unfortunate, and wherever Chance found himself, Roy was ready to incite humiliation and embarrassment for him. 

Chance had had no choice but to live his life in ESU with his head down, sneaking around like he didn’t have every right to be there like them. Roy had made it so that despite Chance being taller than he was, there was no way in hell Chance could stand toe-to-toe with him.

Chance found his way to his next class. All he wanted was to talk to Vinita.

After class, he spotted her walking alone across the quad.

“Nita!” he called, jogging to catch up. He couldn't believe his luck.

She slowed, but only barely. “What do you want?” She looked around to make sure no one notable was around to witness this exchange. Truthfully, she was only with Chance until one of the real elite guys at the school noticed her enough to ask her out. Chance was just good for her grades and ego.

“To talk. About last night. I didn’t mean to upset you. I—”

Before he could finish, the roar returned. Roy’s convoy circled around and stopped right beside them. Seven sleek, gleaming monsters on wheels, each worth more than Chance’s whole existence. Roy leaned out of the window of his crimson sports car. Chance’s stomach dipped.

“Yo, Vinita!” He called. “This your man?”

She looked at Chance, with pity, then laughed. “Was.”

“Oof,” Roy grinned, climbing out. “You’ve seriously been slumming it, babe. Come ride with me. Let me show you what real money feels like.”

Chance grabbed Vinita’s hand, his face darkening into a frown. “Come on, let's go.”

She yanked it away like it was diseased, an expression of utter disgust on her face. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

Chance was dumbfounded. She wasn't seriously planning to go with Roy, was she? He’d been sure all her claims that he wasn't her boyfriend were just to save face with Courtney and now Roy. She hadn't actually broken up with him, had she?

“Nita, this is Roy. Would you rather sell your soul than be with someone who actually cares about you?”

She scoffed. “It’s better than dying broke.” Then she sauntered over to where Roy held out his hand for her.

Chance's jaw dropped.

Roy held the door open for her, and Vinita stepped in like it was a throne.

Chance stood frozen. It couldn't be, right? He and Nita had been through so much together. She wouldn't —

Then the trash came.

Chance was shocked as different items began raining on him from the other cars in the convoy. He stumbled back, but it didn't spoil their target.

Roy’s friends pelted him with burgers, soda, and champagne bottles—expensive garbage to match their expensive egos. Banana peels landed on his shoes. He heard a camera go off. He saw several recording videos. For some reason he was frozen in place, unable to run away, only able to protect his face.

By the time they drove off, Chance was drenched in shame and sticky with soda.

And he knew that wasn't the end. They would all post it on their social media pages. Even the school’s blog would have it now. His shame and humiliation weren't done. The internet would do the rest.