Chapter 2 The Feminine Boy

Christian’s Point of View

Whir… Whir… Whir…

Came the heavy and thunderous sounds from the helicopter blades as we approached the school premises. My frown deepened as I stared down. Yes, I admit that it was beautiful, but it could never compare to my previous school.

There were a lot of beautiful girls, wearing short skirts and flaunting their pretty long legs—they were like insects crawling around every corner, but now my father had decided to make me come to his school.

I refused, naturally, why?

Because it’s a freaking boy’s school, who the hell goes to an all-boys school in this modern day and age? There is nothing fun about being around a bunch of dudes.

Father decided to do some reforms due to the low admission rate, and part of that reform was to make his sons attend the school to boost the credibility of the institution and gain parents’ trust.

“Why would people bring their sons to the school when the sons of the owner don’t attend it?” That was how he blackmailed me; he might as well have shaved my head and sent me to a monastery.

“We will be landing in ten seconds.” The helicopter pilots communicated through the radio as they began to land, and only then did I glance out the side window, looking at the school that would soon become my hell.

I barely got out of the helicopter when my phone began to blast. My eyes narrowed when I looked at the contact ID of the caller—Veronica Smith, my crazy, now ex-girlfriend, was the caller.

I hadn’t met any girl half as mad; she is a pest and a stalker.

“I told you to stop calling me,” I muttered into the phone. “Don’t you understand when someone tells you it’s over?”

“You can’t break up with me, Christian.” Her high-pitched voice cut through my ears. “I won’t allow it.”

“Well, I can. I will. And I have. Why don’t you find a hobby or something?” I ended the call immediately, and I blocked her again. This was the seventh number I was blocking since I ended things with her.

I approached the dorm area following the school guide map on my phone, so I wasn’t paying attention to the road. I felt the air knocked out of my lungs when someone suddenly collided with me.

My eyes went wide as I stared down at the ugly milky splatter on my favorite navy-blue Prada coat—the audacity of this person, my eyes darted towards the boy who had bumped into me, the cause of my ruined coat.

He was relatively shorter than me, and his face was rounded, with soft features—like a girl’s soft chin, jawline, nose.

His beautiful amber eyes, like sunlight trapped in a lantern, bulged out from surprise when he noticed the mess he had made.

This is one unique-looking boy, dare I say, he was beautiful, like a good dream on a Sunday afternoon.

My eyes flickered down his cheap ass clothes, and down at his worn out brandless shoe; everything that he wore just reeked of inferior; he is probably one of those students who got into the school through the scholarship program.

“How do you intend to pay for my coat?” I asked with a smirk, and he hurriedly reached for his pocket; his hands trembled as he brought out a handkerchief.

I stepped away from him quickly.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he stammered, voice soft and higher than it should be. He fumbled for a handkerchief with shaking hands. “I can try to wipe—”

“Touch it, and I’ll make you regret it.” I shrugged the coat off, holding it up. “It’s useless now, and it’s a limited edition. Eight thousand dollars.”

He gasped. “And how do you plan to pay for this, boy?”

Shock rippled on his face, his eyes almost falling out of their sockets.

“I-I don’t think I-I can afford it…” He stuttered. “Is there any other way we can come to terms?”

“I don’t do charity.” I interrupted him quickly. “What will you do, femboy? Cash or credit?”

“I-I don’t have money,” He continued. “I cannot pay you eight thousand dollars right now. I am really sorry, but if you allow me, I can wash the stain away.

“Do you think I am going to wear that coat again?” I grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and pulled him closer to me—he was unreasonably light. The soft scent of his perfume tickled my nose.

He smells just like a girl… floral and feminine.

While trying to understand his weird taste of cologne, my eyes flickered towards his hands, and I noticed he had something clutched in one of them.

A card? I ripped it out of his grip, I scanned it, and it was the school cafeteria pass, a card that allows you access to food. My lips curved into a small smirk. This should do.

“I will hold on to this until you can afford to pay me back for the coat,” I told him sternly.

His eyes widened, he tried to catch the pass, but I raised it above my head—since I was taller than him, he was unable to reach for it.

“Without the pass, I would be unable to get any meals.” He complained in the same shy voice, for some weird reason, I seemed to enjoy taunting this weak little boy, reminds me of my older brother.

There was some kind of appeal that I found in him.

“In all honesty, we are both at fault here,” He grumbled, and I raised an eyebrow. “You were on your phone, that’s why you didn’t see me.”

“I don’t care whose fault it is; my coat is damaged, and someone has to be responsible for it.” I declared. “Once you have decided how to pay, you can come meet me at Sunset Hall, Room 59, and we can discuss the terms. Until then, you will have no food to eat.”

I leaned into him, patted his head, and strutted past him. He tried to follow me, but then stopped mid-way, feet dragging on the floor.

Well, seems like my stay in this goddamned school wouldn’t be so boring after all.