Rich Boys Academy

CHAPTER TWO

"Ow!" I exclaimed in pain as my head bumped on the backseat's window for the third time. This has been a very bumpy ride and I will gag any minute now. "Where the heck are we? I'm getting sick in here!"

"We're already there. Just hold it for another four minutes." He said as he turned the steering wheel to the left and I fell off my chair, bumping my head again.

"Ow!" I exclaimed once again as I tried to get up, only making my head bump on the car's ceiling. He chuckled. He must have been enjoying this for the whole ride.

Okay. That's it. I'm mad!

"You stupid hot prick! This isn't legal anymore! This is k********g! Stop the car right NOW!" I shouted as I kicked the driver's seat from behind.

He laughed but never replied.

You're enjoying this, huh?

I kicked his seat once again and yelled, "Talk to me, you maniac! Or I swear, I will kill you the moment I step out of this car!"

He kept on laughing.

"Why do you need to blind fold me and cuff my hands!? Get this thing off me this instant!" I demanded and kicked his seat once again.

"Relax," he said as he turned the wheel to the right. And yes, I fell again. This time, I grunted from the pain on my head.

"You're hot," I said as I got up and sat straightly trying to look for the seat belt with my cuffed hands. "I won't deny that but please spare my life. I still have a family to sustain!"

He chuckled. "Do you think I'm k********g you?"

"Yes!" I yelled. I found the seat belt and tried my best to put it on but the bumpy ride is making it harder. I grunted as I pulled the seat belt but I ended up losing it. I sighed. "You know, you could be the hottest guy I've seen so far but you k********g me is not good at all! I don't care if you're hot and cute. All I care is my safety! Now, stop this stupid game and bring me back home!"

He laughed again. "You know, you're really funny. I like that."

"I am not kidding here! I will kill—"

The car halted and I fell off my seat, bumping my head against the front seat. I groaned. That was quite an impact. I'm going to have a huge headache soon.

"We're here," he piped as he stopped the car's engine. I heard him open the door on his side and went out.

A couple seconds later, the door on my side opened. "Get up," he ordered like the gentleman he was. I was expecting for his hand to help me get up and get off from the car but he didn't. Jerk.

"What a douche," I half whispered to myself as I got up. I bumped my head again on the car's ceiling and I groaned. I heard him snicker.

"What is wrong with you boys nowadays!? Where the hell did chivalry go!?" I exclaimed as I try to get out.

He laughed. "Aw, you're cute when you get mad."

"Cute my butt," I scoffed as I finally got out of the car.

He chuckled. "I'm getting the feeling that you're going be a great teacher." He took the blind fold off my face and unlocked the handcuff.

I let out a heavy sigh. "Finally, a taste of freedom!" I looked at my hands in pity. My poor hands, they got really red from the tight cuff. "You know, for an interview at your school, you do illegal things like this. This is not right!"

"Well, this school is a top secret as I said and no one is allowed to know the way in and way out from this school except me and the principal," he said proudly as he slammed the car's door close.

"So you're the school principal's minion?" I asked, raising a brow as I folded my arms on my chest.

He smiled. "Well, I guess you could say that."

"Right," I replied grouchily. I looked around and realized that we are in the middle of the woods. Then my eyes averted to the huge gate in front of me. When I say huge, it was really huge.

It was a tall, thick, black steeled-gate with the words: RICH BOYS ACADEMY, carved on it in what looks like pure silver!

"Wow," I said in astonishment. "That is a huge gate! Is that pure silver?"

"No. That's pure white gold," he said and winked at me.

"You have got to be kidding me." I responded incredulously. "You wasted so much money for a gate!? Do you even think about the beggars and homeless people living on the streets? What about the poor children in Africa? What about the poor families in the Philippines that got hit by typhoons? Do you even think about that?"

He chuckled. "Why do you need to bring them up? This school has a charity. We help people too, you know."

"Oh, just like how you did NOT help me get out of the car." I sneered and smiled fraudulently.

He let out a small laugh. "Come on. He's waiting for you."

"Ooh, scary," I teased as I followed him towards the gate. "

A guy in his school uniform was leaning his back on the gate. "Hey, Ethan!" He exclaimed and ran towards us.

"That's Jason." Ethan told me. "Remind me to hide from him next time." He then whipped his head to look at Jason who's looking a bit furious. "Jason, dude," Ethan was about to high-five him but he ignored it and threw tantrums at him.

"You, i***t! You left without telling me! Did you forget about our lab project!? We need to finish it today! My grades are on the line!" He scowled angrily.

Smart and hot, I thought to myself.

"Hi," I greeted shyly and waved a hand. Jason has a curly dark blonde hair and light brown eyes that compliments his tannish complexion. He also has a nice toned body. Hottie number 2.

"Woah," he stopped blabbing after he heard me. He narrowed his eyes to me and... examined me from head to toe. He looked again at Ethan with annoyance and said, "You brought a chick with ya? You know that's breaking the rules! We are not allowed to bring girls inside!"

"Relax, dude. Calm those muscles down," Ethan joked and chuckled. "Mr. Principal wants to meet her for an interview. I left because I was ordered to bring her here."

"An interview?" Jason asked a bit surprised.

"Yes, and she's late so we gotta go," Ethan replied and grabbed my hand. I followed him as he dragged me along.

"But girls are not allowed to enter this school," Jason stated.

"Not anymore," Ethan smirked. He halted and pushed something invisible on the wall then the huge gate suddenly opened. I bet there are hidden CCTV cameras here somewhere too.

We entered the gate and then it closed on its own. I scanned the area and was greatly astonished at how big it was.

"This school is huge," I said in awe like it was a statement. Ethan smirked and so did Jason who followed us in.

In the middle of the ground, there stood a beautiful fountain with lilies dancing on the water. But what made me feel awkward was the statue on the fountain.

My eyebrows creased looking at it. "That's a girl," I said.

"Uh-huh," Ethan nodded.

"She's n***d!" I gawked.

Jason and Ethan sniggered. "But she's sexy. Look at her curves," Ethan joked.

I raised a brow. "Is this school full of maniacs?" I asked as I crossed my arms on my chest and halted.

"There are one thousand boys in this school. Whatcha’ think?" Jason replied smugly.

My eyes widened when he said one thousand. Oh no. What have I gotten myself into!

But... I'm allergic to boys! Well, their cockiness and arrogance is what I'm allergic to. My dad was right, I need to go see a doctor.

Literally, so much for allergies!

I frowned as I followed the two boys.

Finally, arriving at the front door of the school principal's office, Jason and Ethan left me to finish their lab project.

I knocked on the door three times and was told to come in.

"Good afternoon," I smiled nervously as I entered the office and closed the door.

"Hello, Ms. Greene," he greeted as he stood from his chair and extended his hand for a handshake. I extended my hand and we shook hands. "Please, sit down," he said, gesturing to the chair beside me.

"Can I ask you something?" I said as soon as I sat down and placed my hands on my thighs.

"Sure," he smiled.

"Um," I swallowed and looked around until I read his name on the nameplate on his table. "Mr. McCoy, why am I here exactly?"

"You should ask yourself that, Ms. Greene. You're the one who sent your application to our school," he replied casually as he opened his laptop.

He turned the laptop to me and tapped on the screen. "That's your application."

My eyes widened. It was the exact application I sent to all of the jobs I checked online!

I must've sent it accidentally to them... but... Google couldn't even give me results about this school. Therefore I did not send them my application... hmm... Something's really weird here...

"You see Ms. Greene, our school is top secret." He stood up and walked towards the book shelves on the wall. I rolled my eyes. I heard that for the third time today.

"We never allow women here in our school except for the owner," he continued and faced me as he placed his hands on his back.

Oh, so the owner of this school is a she. That's good.

"But something happened to some boys in this school and we need your help."

"So, now you're saying that you're allowing women to enter this school because you need help?" I asked, still confused.

"Yes, but not women—a woman. Just one," he said and walked towards me then stopped as soon as he leaned to my face, "You."

My heart skipped a beat because of our closure but he suddenly walked again towards his chair and sat down.

Mr. McCoy is the youngest principal I've ever seen. He's obviously in his early thirties. I can tell he works out seeing how good his body structure is even though it's covered with his suit. He is kind of pale. He has green eyes and chocolate hair. He's pretty good looking for a principal. And he smiles sweetly ㅡ a lot.

Seriously, what is wrong with this school? Is this school full of hot guys? Am I in heaven...or hell?

"Ms. Greene," Mr. McCoy snapped me back from my thoughts. "I made a background check on you and I gotta say that you're a pretty tough girl; which is something we really need. And to add, you're wise enough to choose to come here."

My eyes widened and I gasped. "You stalked me!?"

"It's not stalking. I'd like to call it, investigating." He smirked and I rolled my eyes at his reply.

"Anyway," he continued. "We don't need any qualifications from you as long as you're tough and brave enough to give yourself some challenge."

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"Are you strong enough to handle kids your age?"

Why do these people keep on answering my question with a question. Ugh.

"Can you lecture them and help them mold into respectful gentlemen?"

I laughed. This guy must be joking.

"What are you laughing at, Ms. Greene? Did I say something funny?" His expression changed from sweet to serious.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said in between laughs. "I just... I just couldn't believe what I've gotten myself into."

He raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Greene, this is a serious matter. We need your help. And if you can't help us, you're free to go."

I calmed myself from laughing. "Well, what about my salary?"

"Two thousand dollars a week," he stated. "Much higher than the usual salary pay of the other faculty members."

"Wha-what!?," I stammered in incredulity. "Tw-two thousand dollars a week!? So that means, in one month I get to have eight thousand dollars!?"

"Exactly, Ms. Greene." He smiled sweetly.

If I get to have this kind of money per week, I'll be able to help my family now! I can help my dad sustain our needs!

"So? What do you think?" He asked, excitement was evident in his tone.

"What the heck, I'm in!" I exclaimed with full determination. I can definitely do this!

"So am I an English teacher?"

"No. You're a GMRC teacher, Ms. Greene," he replied, grinning. "Good Manners and Right Conduct teacher."

I raised a brow. It wouldn't be that hard to teach those kids how to be a gentleman, right? I think I could do it, right?

"But Ms. Greene, I gotta warn you." He said as his smile faded into a frown. "Beware. They're not just boys. They're demons sent from hell. Those rascals will be your nightmare."

I looked at him intently in the eyes, looking for any hint of joke. But he was dead serious.

I let out a soft yet forced chuckle. "Don't be so nega, Mr. McCoy. I can do it. Those boys are in good hands." I showed him my small arm muscle and he laughed.

Then he opened his drawer and pulled out a key and handed it to me. "This is the key for your own dorm. Dorms are located at the next building. In the lobby, someone will escort you to your room. Since you're a girl, you'll be staying at the VIP hall."

"VIP hall?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "The VIP hall is where the owner and her family stay. There are five rooms in that hall but it has been empty since they don't ever stay here."

"Really?" I asked, my thoughts about ghosts sent shivers down my spine. I'm alone in a hall. Talk about ㅡ creepy.

He nodded in reply. Then he stood up and I did the same. "Welcome to Rich Boys Academy, Ms. Sarah Greene," he said and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. McCoy," I smiled back.

I closed the door of Mr. McCoy's office and headed to the next building. I was smiling brightly and was singing in happiness.

"I've got a jooob," I sang as I swayed myself down the hallway. "I've got a jooob. I've got aㅡ"

I stopped singing and gaped in surprise after I passed the boy's restroom. I walked back and checked if what I saw was real.

Inside the restroom, there was a red headed guy lying on the floor. His face was full of bruises and blood! On top of him was a jet black haired guy with a plain black shirt and black jeans on.

He whipped his head to me and sent me a death stare. He looked back to the red headed guy and tapped his face then whispered something in his ear.

Then he stood up leaving the red headed guy lying on the floor. He looked back at me and smirked evilly. Then he walked towards me, clenching his hands.

There I was, standing in shock. I didn't know what to do at the moment. All I knew was that I'm scared of this guy who stands six foot tall.

He had mad dark grey eyes with long eyelashes. They were beautiful and up close, it wasn't dark grey. It was midnight blue. His messy black hair complimented him very well. His aura was of a bad boy. He's so hot, I must say. Like, totally hot—a 12 out of 10. But that doesn't matter. He's scaring me...

He wiped the blood off his lip and leaned closer to me as I stood there paralyzed. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it through my ears.

He leaned closer and closer until our faces were an inch away. His evil smirk grew bigger and he suddenly kissed my forehead.

He whispered, "Don't tell a soul babe." He winked at me and walked away leaving me stupefied.

Who the heck was that?