The Billionaire's Weakness

Chapter 2 - The Big Misunderstanding

Chapter 2 - The Big Misunderstanding

Lucille's POV

"This is not boarding school. This is juvenile detention." I say through gritted teeth as my father drops me off at Montreux College. One could say that when he dropped me off, my father also left a load of worry weighing at least a ton behind, but screw it, all my friends are exactly like me and I don't see their parents shipping them off to the Swiss equivalent of the North Pole. Yet again, most of them have two parents to share the burden of raising rebellious teenagers, so that's that.

"I can only hope that's true, Lucy." My father sneers next to me. Geez, tell me how you really feel dad, don't hold back. I send him a glare that I have perfected over the last year or so, and take my designer bag that he gifted me right before we left. I guess he is carrying a small amount of guilt.

We walk inside the imposing brick building, and are immediately greeted by a woman that just screams 'welcome committee'. I roll my eyes at her chirpy voice as she compliments my father over and over again about the decision he took of enrolling his daughter here. Barf! She looks more like she's fishing for his attention, seeing as Albert Le Blanc has been notoriously single ever since mom has passed away. That's the only thing I respected about him, the fact that he didn't bring another woman to replace mom.

I tuned out most of the tour and conversation, trying instead to suss out which of the people walking these halls might be my next group of friends. After two long hours, my disappointment is palpable, as I didn't even get to meet any students, only faculty members. I'm not too keen on literally diving in head first tomorrow by going to classes, but I guess I'll have to do a killer first impression and get myself some new finds. I was pretty popular at my last school, OK, I was the Queen B, so I don't see that as being a problem, but I am still a little nervous. It's never fun being the new kid, I remember giving the new kids in school hell.

"Try and behave, Lucy. I honestly can't deal with any more of your rebellions." My father kisses me on the cheek and hugs me briefly before getting back into the car and driving off, leaving me alone in this school. Fantastic, now what was the way towards the dorms again? I curse myself for not paying attention to the tour earlier. I wander around the campus, too proud to stop anyone and ask for directions, and finally make it to the dorms. What I did remember was my room number, so I head towards room 103 and march in like I own the place. Because I kind of do. When we went in to drop my bags, I didn't see any signs of having a roommate, so I have the luxury of living alone, at least for the duration of this semester.

"What the f**k?" A manly voice greets me. I freeze, looking at the handsomest boy I have ever seen. My cheeks flush bright pink because he's wearing nothing but a towel, a towel that he instinctively used to cover himself up when I opened the door, meaning that he's naked. I've never seen a guy naked before.

"Why are you in here?" I sober up and ask the stranger, in what I hope is a strong voice.

"Why are you in here?" He asks me back, holding his stance. It's clear that I have startled him, and he's just now recovering.

I take the opportunity to look around the room, and although the furniture is set up the same way my room is, there are various items I don't remember seeing earlier, such as clothes scattered everywhere. Man's clothes.

"Are you alright sir?" A large man, in a suit, a suit!! comes out of what I think is the kitchenette and stares between the naked boy and me, slightly amused at the situation. I raise an eyebrow upon hearing the clearly older man call a teenager 'sir'.

"Uhm, I... I think this is my room?" I squeaked out, clearly remembering seeing the number 103 in black character across the door before I walked in. Did I get the number wrong? I don't think I did.

"No, this is Mr Toretti's room." The man speaks and the teenager scoffs. I am still doubting my ability to read at this point, yet I find myself unable to move and get out of the guy's room. What the hell is wrong with me?

"I... I have room 103." I manage to say with a little more confidence this time, looking around the lounge for the bags I remember my dad dropping. They are noticeably missing. s**t!

"You have... " The teenager starts, and then sighs loudly, clearly bored with me by now and totally unimpressed. "You have room 103 in the girls quarters. This is the boys quarters. Obviously." He stresses difference in between the two, his words feeling lime slap on my face at this point. 

Sweat is now staining my armpits and the back of my shirt. s**t! 

I smile apologetically, realising that I am clearly in the wrong, and wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. I didn't even know there are boys and girls' quarters and why isn't there a sign advising me of that? Anyone could have made the same mistake I just did. I make a mental note to file a complaint against this, and point out just how much stress the easily avoidable confusion has created me. Maybe I can even get my dad to take me back to France. Surely he wouldn't like his daughter walking in on naked boys and vice versa.

I mutter some apologies while I turn to take my leave, unceremoniously knocking over a shoe rack and messing up the neatly organized sneakers collection this guys has. f**k!

"Just... just leave." He orders and I hear the older man chuckle behind him. Great, not even a full day and I have made a fool of myself. And did that guy have a bodyguard? In school? In the middle of the f*****g Alps? Who is he?

A lot of questions swirl in my mind as I hastily make my way back onto the hallway and towards the entrance I came in from. I pause, looking up and I see the writing above the large double doors: 'Boys Quarters' and I feel like screaming in frustration. Crossing the yard into the opposite direction, I notice the same writing on a similar set of doors, and guess what? It reads 'Girls Quarters'. 

"f**k!" I mutter and prudently make my way towards the door with the number 103 on it. Opening it warily, I let out a relieved breath when I saw my bags at the exact same spot I remember my dad dropping them. I make my way inside and lock the door, leaving the key in. I am not taking any chances.