Chapter 1
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“I Just can't believe this”.
"Mark Scott, you have got to see this."
Damian’s voice was laced with urgency as he pulled Mark out of his desk and straight to the school Cafeteria.
"What the hell, dude!"
"Stop pulling me around like some horse!"
Mark immediately shunned Damian.
"Mark, if you know how serious the issue at hand is, you would leave me and run down to the cafeteria yourself."
Damian's voice was barely above whispers as he bent down to catch his breath as he had ran all the way down to Mark's lecture room.
Hearing this, Mark immediately left his friend and raced down to the school Cafeteria.
On his arrival to the cafeteria, students were gathered cheering and taking pictures of two people.
"What is going on here?" Mark questioned one of the students who almost started laughing at him and took a picture of him, the flash light of her Samsung almost blinding him.
Pushing his way through the crowd, he finally found his way to the front of the crowd.
What Mark saw almost knocked him off the floor
"Zoe!"
"What is this?”
“What are you doing?"
Mark yelled immediately as he walked towards Zoe who was busy kissing Wilfred McCarthy, Mark Scott's friend in front of the whole crowd.
Mark's voice had suddenly killed the vibe of what the whole students were enjoying.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I'm obviously flirting with your friend."
Zoe said without remorse as she tries to continue the kiss, but Wilfred McCarthy immediately moved his face away.
Mark stared at them, his face etched with a mixture anxiety and bewilderment.
"How could…you?"
Mark asked, his voice was a bit quaky as he continued staring at them in disappointment.
His gaze told he was more disappointed in Zoe.
“How could I not?"
"I mean take a good look at yourself"
"You come for lectures with an old bicycle from the 1900's, Wilfred on the other hand comes to lectures with a Bugatti Mistral.
"Can you ever beat that?"
Zoe's voice was loud and laced with disdain as she pushed Mark back who fell but fortunately into the hands of Damian, his friend.
"You see, look how faded your shirt is, Wilfred on the other hand is puts on the G&G in Gucci and Gabbana."
"Look how unbelievable your shoes are, Did your dad give you those?"
"Sorry I entirely forgot, you're alone…Your parents are dead and you are nothing but an adopted poor brat squatting with the McCall's family."
Zoe White's voice was laced with disdain and humiliation as she stared right into the eyes of Mark Scott.
Disgust and disdain reeking all over her.
Mark couldn't believe his eyes and ears as he stared back and forth at Zoe White and of course Wilfred McCarthy his own friend.
"Zoe I can't believe this is coming from you…after all we have been through together."
"This is reality Mark, you better believe it…I'm tired of putting up with the stinking poverty."
"I mean do you even know how much my skincare products cost?”
"Oh you think all this glow happens by itself?"
Zoe asked as she turned around displaying all her feminine assets causing some of the boys to wish she was their girlfriend.
"Zoe I understand you really, but you shouldn't be comparing your boyfriend to Wilfred McCarthy."
"I mean look at Wilfred, the McCarthy’s are one of the biggest realest tycoon in the country."
"How do you expect Mark to beat that? like you said he is just starting out…you should have given him a chance.
Damian spoke with reason and wisdom as he spoke in the defense of Mark.
"And you Wilfred, Mark was once your best friend, at least used to be, why go on and flirt with his girlfriend… in public?"
"Relax dumb ass, this isn't the first time we have done this. Mark is poor and I'm the rich, don't you get that?"
Wilfred McCarthy said, smiling gleefully as the whole crowd cheered him up.
Damian shook his head as Mark watched Wilfred McCarthy drag his girlfriend closer to himself.
"Zoe, are you really breaking up…with me?"
Mark questioned as he managed to clear his throat and stop his tears from hitting the wooden floor board beneath him.
"Are you really this dumb or poverty has really gotten into your brain too?"
"Mark Scott, I just broke up with you! What else would you call me kissing your friend in your presence?"
Zoe's voice was accompanied by a heavy laughter and mockery from the crowd as Damian dragged Mark away from the scene.
"Hey Mark! here's the stupid locket you gave me."
"I couldn't even swap it for a toilet paper at the local market."
Zoe White said as she, Wilfred and the whole crowd laughed out loud.
She immediately threw the locket to her feet and just as Mark walked over to pick it up, Zoe crushed it with the luxury pink Prada boots Wilfred just bought for her.
"Oops…sorry, that was the symbol of our love and I just crushed it forever.
Zoe said in the most disrespectfull manner ever as she gazed down on Mark.
Mark stared at her in bewilderment, stood up and walked away from both of them, joining Damian, he walked back to his lecture room wiping his tears slowly with the edge of his yellow sweatshirt.
"Don't worry Mark…everything will get better soon.
Damian said, trying so hard to console his friend.
Throughout the remaining lecture, Mark wasn't himself any longer. He was also getting messages from Amber the daughter of his adopted parents asking him of her clothes that he had washed.
"Mark, stand up!"
"What is it you are staring at?"
Mr Smith, the lecturer asked, his voice barely above whispers.
"Probably the pictures of his girlfriend who dumped him today."
One of the girls from the front of the lecture hall screamed causing the whole class to burst into a mocking laughter.
"It's nothing Mr Smith."
Mark said as he hid his phone.
"If you say so, make sure you see me after school before heading home."
Mr Smith said as he continued his lecture.
After the lesson, Mark walked straight into Mr Smith's' office and in less than two minutes he was out.
Walking towards the school garage, his head heavy from the whole break up thing, he mistakenly bumped into a mean looking guy who immediately shoved him backwards.
"Watch it asshole."
"Sorry…"
Mark said as he hastened his steps towards the garage.
Turning around, he noticed he was been followed.
He took off immediately and got on his bicycle, as he tried to unlock his rickety bike, the cold hands of a hug
e, man dressed in Tom Ford suit held his hand.
"Lord Scott!"
"Come with me at once, it's not safe any longer."
The voice was orotund and laced with urgency.
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