“He has about more than a hundred thousand Vespers points loaded in his ring.”
Roman’s eyes widened in shock.
“What!
“That amount can buy a small building in Vesperridge Academy.” Clinton stoked the burning embers of Roman’s disbelief.
Roman’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock.
He felt a sudden, sharp intake of breath catch in his throat.
He looked at Luciano differently.
He was not materialistic, he is just being a teenager.
Luciano slowly walked to the vending machine.
Roman did not see him take out a ring but he collected a bottle of water from the metal tray like a billionaire acting humble.
Luciano cracked the seal with a pop sound and drank slowly, his green eyes half lidded.
His throat and Adam’s apple bobbling as the water makes its journey down his tract.
Roman’s eyes involuntarily followed the sharp, elegant line of Luciano’s throat,
Roman and Clinton stared as if they were thirsty, not for water but for the man drinking the water.
Luciano’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
This is what he wanted, this was his aim when he walked past them with his shoulders high and a measured steps .
He wants Roman to pry his eyes away from that other boy and look at him for once since today.
The two of them looked far too comfortable together.Roman had even smiled at him.
And for some reason he could not comprehend Luciano hated it.
It doesn’t matter if he has to strut a runway walk and pose in front of the vending machine like a model: mission accomplished.
He didn’t know what garbage that boy told Roman but they were both staring at him like a million dollar buck.
He couldn’t care for the other boy’s gaze, he only wants to make sure Roman’s attention is on him.
He drank the water in a few gulps, a lingering heat in his chest.
Then squeezed the bottle and threw it into the nearest trash can, then he strutted away in the opposite direction without casting a single glance back, his shoulder high.
“What do you know about Luciano Anderson?” Roman asked after Luciano left, his voice a little bit breathless.
Him and Clinton had stopped their conversation immediately the aura of Luciano swept past them and held them captive by the mere act of drinking water.
Their mouths had been hung open all these while.
Clinton reeling in the image of the perfect, handsome hockey player who casually passed by them as if they were ghosts.
Roman was once again astonished by Luciano’s beauty and the new information he received about him.
Seeing him casually drinking a bottle of water, he looks impossible.
“Who doesn’t know Luciano Anderson? He is one of the factors you should avoid in this school no matter how shiny and attractive he looks. He is dangerous”
Roman swallowed hard.
“Really? Why is he that scary?” Roman asked, pretending to hear about Luciano for the first time.
Clinton switched into gossip mood instantly, his eyes instantly lighting up, his hands started gesticulating.
“His father practically owns half of this school, and also probably half of Vesperridge City. His family owns airports, ships, hospitals, and schools. His grandfather and father had streets and villages named after them. They have connections in every government agency. Rumours also had it that they control the government.”
Clinton stopped to catch his breath
“All the teachers in this school are in awe of Luciano. They don’t dare cross him, they don’t dare punish him even the principal treats him differently”
As Clinton was talking, Roman was nodding his head silently.
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‘That arrogant prick, that is why he thinks he can treat everyone like garbage.’
Clinton continued talking but Roman has spaced out picturing Luciano in the image Clinton is painting of him.
Him with his rich family, high estates and ranches.
Luciano might be the golden heir of a billionaire conglomerate but that didn’t stop Roman from regarding him in his mind as the hot green eyed boy he had fallen for on his first day in Vesperridge Academy.
He was his fierce rival, arrogant teammate, co-captain that wants him out of the gates of the Academy as soon as possible.
He then felt a wave of irritation bubbling up in his chest.
If Luciano was this privileged the least he could do was to be decent.
He had the entire world handed to him on a silver platter.
He did not need stand in the way of a village boy trying to make his way out and carve a future.
“Do you know why he switched classes recently?” Clinton continued.
Roman pulled out of his reverie because this one piqued his interest.
“No I don’t, why did he?”
“His result fell through last semester and his grade dropped terribly.” Clinton’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone.
” He decided to switch classes from the elite performer class of A to B.”
“What happened?”
“,I don’t know, people say he became distracted, some said he was under pressure from his team and family.”
“Why tho? I heard he can switch grades…” Roman has to stop himself, because he was not supposed to know anything about Luciano, Clinton doesn’t seem to notice.
“He can, he can even get any grade he wants but decided to work hard and study on his own, isn’t that wonderful. It made people start looking at him differently, maybe he is not really the arrogant boy people thought he was.”
“Or maybe he is just pretending.” Roman blurted out before he could stop himself.
“Why did you say that?” Clinton turned to him with a sharp expression as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
Roman can’t say it but deep in his mind, he believed that Luciano switched to class B not because of a random drop in grade but because of him, Roman Milkov.