Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Renee’s POV

I was ushered into the class by the principal who wouldn’t stop staring at my fucking butt. I had caught him twice and this was the third time. First was when I had gotten inside his office to meet him as Instructed by Ashley. She said when I did, I’d be given my textbooks, exercise books, locker keys, and all other school stuff.

After shutting the door, I turned to catch him staring at my behind. I immediately turned around so my butt was facing the door and my front, facing him squarely.

The second time was when my locker keys had fallen on the ground and I bent down to pick them up. Man whore has been fucking staring at me the whole time and when I caught him again, I had the urge to walk over and slam his head against the fucking table.

When we arrived in front of the class, I had expected him to walk in while I followed behind but hell no. He fucking asked me to go ahead and when I did, I immediately turned to find him staring at me for the third fucking time.

“Welcome to Carnation High,” He said and forced a smile while I glared at him. Funny how he keeps saying that whenever he realizes that I’ve caught him.

“We have a new student in our midst” The blonde lady in the class announced. I’m sure she was the English teacher with bulging brown eyes and tiny legs. I’m pretty much sure she’s in her early thirties. “Come on in and introduce yourself”

I walked into the class to meet different pairs of eyes staring at me. “Hi assholes, I’m Renee Morgen”

The students glanced at each other in surprise before turning back to look at me. Ashley started clapping and before I knew it, everyone in the class was applauding, except Layla who scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“You can take a seat, Renee, welcome to Carnation”

I smiled and looked around for a comfortable seat to fix my ass. I must admit, I kinda love it here already. I met a few students in the morning and they were all good. They were ready to get on my contact list and be friends with me but Ashley was fast enough to stop that from happening. Can’t get 60 new numbers on my phone just on the first day of resumption.

Pairs of eyes kept following me as I tried to find a seat for myself. The class was crowded and I guess that was because it was an English class.

“Hey, Barbie doll, what’s up?” A boy with dark hair asked, leaning back in his seat. He placed his elbow on the table behind him and pushed his seat backward. “You can sit here if you want, I’ll make you comfortable”

I paused and looked at him, staring down at his thighs. “That doesn’t look like a comfortable fucking place to sit on”

“Well, you could just try it out, Barbie doll” He replied with a grin and looked down at his crotch. He whispered “You know it’s pretty huge. At least that’s what the girls I fuck say”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. Seriously? “Well, they’re pretty little liars. I’m sure you’re not even half of my pinky finger, ouch!”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The girls behind him chuckled and he gasped in shock. His face flushed with embarrassment and before he could say any more words, I kicked at the leg of his seat. It lost balance and I giggled as it sent him to the ground.

“Holy Christ, Sam, are you okay?” The teacher asked the poor boy who did nothing but groan. How dramatic! “And you, Miss Morgan, take a seat”

“I will” I answered and turned to look at her with a smile on my face. “And sorry, it’s Morgen.”

She shook her head and muttered under her breath while I turned to look around once more. Finally, my eyes landed on an empty seat and I smiled but when I looked at the person sitting next to it, I smirked. He had been staring at me the whole time but when I caught him, he fucking looked away.

Great. Is this how we’re now playing?

I walked over and took the seat beside him, not minding everyone’s gaze. When I was settled, I looked up only to find Layla glaring daggers at me. She was seated at the other end of the class and I’m sure she didn’t want me to be anywhere near her best friend but… How else can I spell this out for her that I’m not fucking staying away?

“Alright students, open your textbook to page 17”

Everyone did as instructed but Layla wouldn’t take her eyes off me. I smiled at her and pointed at the textbook in front of me, just to inform her that we were asked to open it, not stare at me. That did the magic cause she looked away and started flipping through the pages of her textbook.

Now, that’s a good girl right there.

I opened my textbook but then I paused and looked around. What page did she say again? 70 or 77? Wait, I’m sure she said 77 or maybe 7. At least, I remember that 7 was included.

“Hello handsome” I whispered to Shane who was sitting like a fucking robot. Does he even know that another living being is sitting next to him? “Would you mind telling me the page’s number again? I think I’ve forgotten”

Yeah, he gulped as always because his Adam’s apple bulged out. Wait, why does he keep doing that? It’s not like I touched him this time. I just asked a simple fucking question.

“Hey, Shane…” I whispered again and he flinched. He didn’t even try to look at me which made it worse. “Shane!”

Instead of answering, he shifted on his seat, moved his textbook to the other end of the table, and looked the other way, using his left hand to cover the side of his face. The fuck? What does he think he’s doing?

“You dumbass pussy!” I gritted and felt him cringe. “Just tell me the goddamn page we’re reading from!”

Again, no response.

Everyone in the class was reading and here I was with this piece of crap who couldn’t tell me the page’s number. I wanted to call him one more time but the teacher was looking directly at me. I smiled at her and asked for the page number which she answered politely.

I was kinda surprised because everyone and everything here was different. Back at my other school, you’d have to ask the other students who knew the answers because if you dared ask the teacher, you’d be cursed at by him or her and kicked out of the fucking class.

*

After the English class, we took a short break before our next class. Shane had hurried out of the class immediately when the time was up and Layla was gone too. I was now left with Theoden who was almost suffocated by the number of girls who crowded around him.

“Jesus Christ, they should kill him instead” Ashley rolled her eyes and came to sit beside me. “What’s up? I saw you sitting with Mr. Handsome and quiet”

“You know I actually wanted to strangle him,” I said and she laughed which got me surprised. Did I say something funny?

“You should get used to it just like everyone else. He’s always that way. He doesn’t talk to anyone else except Layla and fucking Theoden. To him, no one else exists.”

“Well, he better know that I exist and I’m not going anywhere,” I told her and stood up. She did the same, looking surprised.

“What? Where the hell are you going?”

“To find him. Where do you think he’d be?”

She furrowed her brows and shrugged. “I don’t know. He acts like a ghost around here and everyone has tried to stay away from him to avoid trouble”

“What trouble?”

She sighed and looked around. “With his dad. Don’t tell me you don’t know that his father is a fucking billionaire and one of the most powerful and influential people in the world. If he gets any report that someone is disturbing his son, he’d be here for you”

I pursed my lips and scrutinized her face. I wanted to laugh but seeing the serious look on her face, I knew she was for real but fuck that. I always love trouble and haven’t been scared of getting into one.

“I bet his dad is as cute as him. Or cuter” I told her and watched her brows draw together in confusion. “Wouldn’t hurt fucking both father and son would it?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “Holy fuck! You will not”

I laughed and arranged my shirt. “Yeah, just kidding” But no, I wasn’t. I could still do that if I wanted to but right now, I needed to find that pussy “So… Where’s the Billionaire’s good son?”