Touching the Heart of Ace novel Chapter 14

Dr. Jones was going on and on about how I was a mistake, how I was a shame to this institute, how I was a whoring myself out for expensive gifts, how young people like me had no moral values whatsoever.

Only on more formal words.

Well, Dr. Cooper called for a meeting if you could call this public humiliation episode a meeting.

All the teachers, student union president, and student representative of each department, all my classmates, some of my students, even the Jock was here with his boyfriend because Jock was the captain of football team and his boyfriend was the president of writer??s club.

Apparently, receiving a Bugatti as a gift was a big deal enough to call down Dean from his busy schedule.

I was at the end of my rope. And this guy who had his tiny wiener hard as nails for me was cutting it.

I rubbed my face on my palm.

??... Teaching not about knowing all the books by-heart. We, the real teachers and tutors are role-models. We are to show them how one should conduct themselves in society. Is this the example we set for young minds???

What did I do wrong? I asked the students several times, not to ??shower?? me with their gifts. But, the irony! The man who was claiming to set an excellent role model was the one who placed cheap gay-erotic paintings on my desk!

And he was demanding a legal investigation on Mr. Scott??s mode of conduct. Was banging head on desk, professional?

??... Mr. Scott should stop exhibiting and practising his... knowledge on other skills in this institute. I have twenty years of experience in teaching; never once my students felt the need to prance around in front of me to learn a thing...??

??I would stop right there, if I were you.??

Silence.

Silence.

Silence again!

Wow, that was all it took!

??Excuse me? Are you threatening me???

??Yes.??

??EXCUSE ME???

Never mind, the silence was because of the surprise, because this tiny pudgy balding man started insulting me in much more colourful words.

I sighed.

Dean was the only one who was truly uncomfortable in this scenario; may be Rupert and Ned too, ooh, both Julians looked like they wanted to murder Dr. Jones. It was good to have friends.

All I heard from Dr. Jones?? ridiculously high pitched voice was ??legal investigation on my wayward ways and suspension followed by dismissal and terminating my studies??.

??... there is no way this boy can afford a two-million-dollar car even with his skills.??

I hated the feeling of being called a whore. Maybe I should start whoring myself out. Then this feeling of defending oneself would not be so bad.

I stood up and the man stopped ranting.

Was he scared of me?

If he was; good!

??Dr, Jones.??

He was still hard, wasn??t anyone noticing the bulge in his pants?

??Stop talking. Dean, can I please leave???

??See, everyone see!!! I told you several times Prof. Hops, hiring a boy like him to tutor our lesser students was a mistake! He is arrogant because he had somebody gift him a million-dollar-car and now he thinks he walks on water...??

That was it!

I turned around and saw Dr. Pudgy standing right behind me.

He was a good head smaller than myself but the man was trying real hard to appear taller.

He shrunk and took a few steps back when I glared.

??I walk on water because of a million-dollar-car, you say??? Dr. Pudgy opened his mouth but thankfully he closed it too.

??My name is Ace Davison Truscott. My mother, Miss. Claire Daphne Truscott can buy me ten such cars, and trust me when I say it would not dent any of her bank accounts. Make it a hundred, she might notice.??

I hid my identity for one man, and he knew I was here. There was no point in hiding now, was there?

??I do not need to have ??any skills?? at all to own a Bugatti, Dr. Jones. So, stop humiliating yourself. We, Truscotts, just do not find, driving an expensive car a reason to be proud of, much less to be ??arrogant??. And about the legal investigation on ??receiving ridiculous amount of gifts??...??

Thank God his wiener went down. I was this close to puke on his melon face.

??No, mommy. Jason knows the place; I will meet you there.??

I texted Hell, about bunking her class and meeting my family, she asked to take selfies and sent her. She was a weirdo but a good, loving weirdo.

I asked her to send hers first and she sent me one with Vanya which made me regret asking. There was a reason I was gay. I shook my head and deleted the pic right away.

??What the...??

My dorm was filled with bouquets. Not crowded but carefully placed by a florist who had an eye for interior decor.

They were all gorgeous, all my favourites!

There was no way Robbie did it, he hired some professional.

Was that a photo?

I gulped.

All bouquets had a photo of me in the middle. Not just any photo, compromising ones. Each one had notes on the back and his logo in the place of sign.

The notes, I would rather not read in daylight. The man had no shame.

I carefully picked all the photos and went to the bedroom.

It screamed ??Robbie was here??.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

??Fucking perv.??

Not only there were flowers haphazardly thrown on every nook and cranny, there were... his... his...

I shivered.

There was a photo on my bed, surrounded by red roses. I cringed on how slutty I looked. It was after Robbie was done doing things to my body. It was in our hotel room. It was during the time when we were... a ??we??. I was passed out but I was smiling, I was peaceful.

I blushed. Did I always look like that? I flipped the photo.

This is how you are meant to be. I am coming for you, Angel.