Rich Boys Academy

CHAPTER THREE

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly as I scooted towards the red headed guy lying on the floor.

He groaned in pain and tried to get up. I tried to help him but he shoved my hands off. "What happened? Do you need any help?"

The red headed guy got up and looked at me straight in the eyes; fear was evident in his eyes. He blinked it off and replaced it with boldness.

"You saw what happened and I don't need your help." He said then walked towards the door.

"Wait!" I exclaimed as I grabbed his arm. He looked back at me. "Who was that guy? The guy who did this to you?"

He stared at me and suddenly smirked, "The devil."

"And you don't want to know him." He added then walked out.

I ran to catch up to him but he already turned to the other hallway.

I walked back to the path leading to the next building where my dorm was. Questions about the incident and that black haired guy was all over my head until I reached the lobby of the dorm building.

A bald black old man in his late 40’s was sitting in the counter, reading a book while resting his foot on the desk.

I cleared my throat making him jump off from his chair; his book fell to the floor.

"b****y hell," he cursed in his thick accent as he picked up the book and placed it on the desk.

"British?" I asked.

"Irish," he stated as he opened a drawer full of keys. "You scared the hell out of me, young lady."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, biting my lower lip in guilt.

He chuckled, "I was expecting to see an old lady my age. I guess I expected too much." He grabbed a pair of keys from the drawer and locked it close. He tossed the keys to me and I caught it right away.

"Well, people tend to expect too much," I replied smiling.

He chuckled, "Yeah. Anyway, those keys are for your office door and for your locker," he said as we walked to the elevator.

The elevator door opened and we entered. He clicked the eleventh floor button as the door closed.

"So what is your name, mister?" I asked as the elevator passes the second floor.

"Richard," he smiled. "What about you?"

"I'm Sarah Greene," I replied and extended a hand. He chuckled and returned a hand shake. "It's nice to meet you, Richard."

"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Greene," he grinned.

"Oh please, call me Sarah," I chuckled.

"You look very young to be a teacher," he said. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," I replied. "It's really weird that I ended up taking a job here. But I needed the money and this school pays really well."

"Well, I've been here for twenty-two years of my life. I started when I was twenty-six," he said. "I can't leave the job because just like you said, the school pays really well. And my parents need the money for their monthly medication. And also my siblings look up to me. I also need to send their families some money. That's why I never had a family of my own."

"Oh," I sadly replied not knowing how to react. "I'm so sorry, Richard."

He smiled. "No need to be. It's my own decision anyway. And, I love my family."

I smiled back. "I know how you feel. I love my family too. If there was anything in the world that I would fight for, it's my family."

"Yeah, I would too," he replied.

"So how many siblings do you have exactly?" I asked curiously.

"Seven," he stated, grinning. And the elevator made a ding sound indicating that we arrived on our destined floor.

"Wow," I replied as my eyes widened in surprise. "Your parents must love each other too much."

He laughed. "I guess they really do. Well, I'll take you from here, Sarah. I'm not allowed to step foot in this hall. It's the VIP hall and only selected people are allowed to enter unless they let me."

I stepped out from the elevator and thanked Richard for his kindness.

"Your room is the second one to the right," he said before the elevator door shut close.

I walked towards my assigned room and unlocked the door. As I opened the door, a beautiful room welcomed me. Oh my gosh, are the only words I could utter.

I pranced around the room checking everything that amazed me. I opened the huge dresser and found a lot of clothes and shoe collection I could wear since Ethan didn't give me a chance to pack my things.

I ran towards the bed and threw myself to it. I sighed, overly satisfied with my room. This room makes me feel like a princess in the movies. I guess, this ain't a bad job after all.

* * *

I was awoken by a knock on my door. A man's voice followed saying, "Ms. Greene, breakfast is served."

I pulled myself up and scratch the back of my head. "Okay. I'll go down soon," I croaked.

"But Ms. Greene, breakfast is always served in bed," he stated.

"What?" I exclaimed in surprise. I've never been served in bed before. I whipped my head to the clock on my bed side. It's only 7:01 in the morning. "Okay, hold on."

I ran to the restroom and washed my face. I also brushed my hair before I went back to my bed.

I mean, come on. No one looks good when they wake up in the morning. I should at least look good before I face a man. It's embarrassing to look messy. I might scare the poor man away.

"Ms. Greene?"

"Okay, come on in." I responded as I tugged a hair behind my ear.

A cute man in his middle twenties' entered the room smiling and greeted, "Good morning, Ms. Greene." I smiled and replied the greeting.

He placed the food on my bed and opened the covers one by one.

My mouth was watering from the delish food that was laid in front of me. "Wow," was all I could utter.

"Breakfast is served at exactly seven in the morning, Ms. Greene. Please, enjoy your meal," he said.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." I replied and smiled.

"Oh, before I forget," he took a folded paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "A letter for you."

"From who?" I asked.

"You'll know when you read it," he smiled and headed towards the door.

After the door was shut close, I opened the letter and started reading its content.

Ms. Greene,

Good morning!

First of, I would like to apologize for forcefully bringing you here without giving you a chance to think about it. But I'm very glad that you decided to stay and took the job. So now, I'll be giving you your task.

Tomorrow, you'll be starting to teach your course to a specific senior class for the whole semester. Your schedule with them will be 9:30 to 11:30 in the morning. And that is a two hour class every day. No classes for Saturday and Sunday unless there is any makeup class.

Now, I would like to warn you for the second time, Ms. Greene. These kids are very hard to teach and very disrespectful. All the faculty teachers gave up on teaching these 20 boys. They always fail in all of their classes and there's a big chance that they'll never get to graduate. Please, help them.

Most of them are of your age and some are one year younger and one of them is one year older. Maybe you'll get to communicate with them better than the adults can. They've got huge attitude problems and this will be their first time to enroll a GMRC class. Please be patient with them. And please, don't give up.

You can do it.

Sincerely,

Mr. McCoy

"Umm... Wow." I said after I read the letter. Sighing, this is going to be a tough semester. I think I need a plan.

* * *

My phone suddenly rang making me j******f from bed, falling my butt on the floor.

"Ow," I croaked as I tried to get up. I grabbed my phone under the sheets and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"Good morning, baby girl!" my dad's voice boomed from the other line. I quickly jerked off the phone away from my ear.

"Okay dad, the next time you call please don't put your phone near your mouth. You're making me deaf." I retorted as I sat on my bed. I remember dad do this all the time because he loves to put the call on speaker.

He laughed. "Oh come on honey, aren't you excited for your first day? Because I am! Come on, it's Monday. Get excited!" I can sense my dad grinning at the other line from ear to ear.

I rolled my eyes. "Dad, no one gets excited on Mondays unless it's a vacation Monday or summer Monday or holiday Monday, okay?"

"Your school spirit sucks," he groaned.

I rolled my eyes again and sighed.

"Oh, no. Don't you sigh on me. Your job is great! You get paid better than I do!" He exclaimed as I heard Calum calling him on the other line.

"Yeah but I'm kinda nervous... and scared," I replied.

"Don't be. You'll do great." He said. "Anyway honey, I gotta go. Calum wants to poo poo. Good luck! I love you."

"I love you too, dad," I said before he hang up.

I glanced at the clock on my bedside. It's already 6:53 in the morning. Breakfast will be here soon. And later at 9:30, it will be the real deal.

Monday morning, I groaned at the thought. Just great. Who loves Monday mornings? Anyone?

After eating breakfast, I showered and prepared myself for my first class. It's already nine o'clock and I need to start walking to the next building or I'll be late. And I don't want to be late for my first day. That would be inappropriate as a new teacher.

I hurriedly finished pinning my red hair into a tight bun, grabbed the fake glasses on the table to look quite intimidating and I'm ready to go.

I checked myself for the last time on the mirror and I must say, I look quite mature for my age and strict but still has that young vibe. For the first time in my life, I wore makeup.

I don't really look like the usual me right now but it's quite interesting to try something new, you know. It's like I'm playing a different character in a movie or something.

I glanced at the clock again and it's 9:04. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran out from the room to the elevator.

As I pass the lobby, I waved good morning to Richard who was busy eating some crackers.

Finally, arriving at my office, I took the things I needed for my class and placed it in a cart: twenty GMRC handbooks for each students, pencils for each of them (because I really believe that these boys will never bring anything to class not even a pen), a pack of bond papers, crayons, my stick and a boom box.

Pushing the cart on the hallway towards my first class, all the students stared at me like I'm some new meat in a grocery store.

Most of them smirked, winking at me. A lot of them was surprise to see a woman walking in their hallway but in the end, they whistled at me.

"Is she lost?"

"Damn, a chick walking in hell. Welcome, babe."

"Would you look at that *ss."

"Hey baby, wanna make out after class?"

I was clenching my hands around the cart handle while controlling the anger inside of me as they threw perverted words at me and I still continued to walk like they didn't even exist.

This is why I'm allergic to boys! They're disgusting and a lot of them are crazy maniacs! Don't get me wrong, the boys here are all hotties but they are very disrespectful. Now I know why they never let girls here. Because they are the most unfavorable species of the male kind in our society!

The bell suddenly rang and everyone ran to their classrooms, finally leaving me alone walking in the hallway. I sighed heavily in relief.

"Where the heck is room 4•19!?" I exclaimed to myself as I continued glancing at the numbered plates on each classrooms I passed.

"For a record, you suck, Sarah. You forgot to bring the map. Look how huge this building is!" I blabbed to myself as I pushed the cart into the elevator. I clicked the fourth floor button and the door closed.

Arriving at my destined floor, I continued looking for room 4•19. Finally, for the love of mother earth, I found the room. The noise of the students inside was very loud even to where I stood.

Without any ado, I quickly opened the door unintentionally slammed it causing everyone in the room to whip their heads to me.

Pausing at the door, I smiled nervously at their surprised stares. "Uhh... hi," I waved nervously and pushed the cart towards the teacher's table.

I gulped my nervousness down to my stomach and tried to look intimidating as I can as I faced them. I was about to speak when someone interjected.

"Well well well, so it was true. A girl finally stepped foot in this place," a blonde haired guy said smugly.

"Are you going to teach us about s*x? Cause we are damn good at that," another blonde haired guy interjected causing everyone to laugh.

Annoyed, I grabbed the list of students in my bag and cleared my throat as loud as I can to get their attention.

"Well, Mr. p*****t, why don't you shut up and check your schedule. It's GMRC class. And if you're asking what the heck does that mean? It means Good Manners and Right Conduct which you obviously don't have," I said sharply and bluntly.

"Ouch," someone in the back said.

"Now, I'll be checking the attendaㅡ"

Mr. p*****t scoffed. "Did you just insult me? Because the last time I checked, you are in a school full of boys. And you don't wanna piss me off, Miss Fake Face," he said in a pissed off manner.

Miss Fake Face? Now I'm offended!

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow. "What did you just call me?"

"You heard me," he smirked. "Fake face."

Everyone laughed.

I clenched my fists in anger. "Don't you dare insult mㅡ"

Suddenly, the back door slammed open grabbing the attention of everyone including me.

My eyes widened in surprise and my heart started pounding against my chest, unexpectedly seeing someone whom I recognize very much.

I-it's h-him!

I-it's the black haired guy!

"Shut up, Rick. You're scaring the damsel away," he said as he entered the room with all that hot bad boy aura and boss-like attitude. And he's not wearing his school uniform. Go figure.

"Whatever," the blonde guy, Rick replied and slumped in his seat.

He was about to pull his chair when he suddenly looked at me and smirked his signature evil smirk.

"I'm late and I'm not sorry. But, have we met before?" He winked at me, making my heart skipped a beat; making me stupefied once again.

"W-who a-are you?" I stuttered.

He smiled smugly and said, "Your future."

I scoffed. "Excuse me?"

Everyone laughed and he sat down still having that smug smile on his face.

I pursed my lips and exhaled heavily. "Okay," I said smiling ruefully. "How about we go back on checking the attendance? Shall we?"

I looked at the paper and started reading the names. "Please say present when I call your name."

"Kirt Morgan."

"Not here," a chocolate haired guy from the third row replied. Everyone laughed.

"Nice," his seatmate said and gave him a high five.

I rolled my eyes and ignored them. "Kido Brown."

"Not here too," a black guy wearing a cap responded.

Rolling my eyes again, I continued, "Drake Flores."

"Not here three," a half-Spanish guy said.

"Ashton Phillips."

"Not here four."

"Henry Adams."

"Not here five."

"Cremo Adams."

"Not here five."

"Cremo, you're six," Henry said and rolled his eyes.

"Okay then not here six," Cremo retorted.

"Stupid," Henry said bluntly and Cremo just rolled his eyes. They're obviously siblings— twins to be exact.

I chuckled silently then continued, "Sky McCall."

"Not here seven."

"Lloyd Clint."

"Not here eight."

"Stefan Watson."

"Not here nine."

And the list goes on up to...

"Xavier Walton," I called out.

"I'm here." Someone responded from the back.

I put the paper down and looked for the person who just said that and my instincts were right. None other than the evil smirking guy.

It was him.

"I guess we're the only ones here, babe." He added and sent me a wink. "Is this the part where we make out?"

Annddd... here we go. The beginning of my journey to hell.