Some people are born beautiful, others are born rich, some are born humble, and others think they are superior. Now, imagine a narcissistic, handsome, rich guy. Jake was like that. He thought he was the man; you could say he had it all. He is rich, tall, and handsome, but I think he needed a good spanking as a child.
As the youngest son in a family of five children, he was really a problem. But being born into the Sterling family made him a ticking time bomb. He wasn't even 18 yet and was already doing whatever he wanted. And, as the son of a prestigious family, he shouldn't tarnish the name; after all, everything had his family's name on it. Read the label on your soda: Sterling Corporation. Look at your toothpaste, look at the colorful advertisements around town, and you'll see that Sterling is in everything, including the Westfield Preparatory School sign, just below Sterling.
In fact, a troubled young man among so many talented and refined siblings was not very good for the image. Well, what could he do? Jake just wanted to do whatever he felt like doing. If people didn't mess with him and he wasn't interested, he ignored them; but once they were on his radar, they were in trouble. Jake did everything a 17-year-old shouldn't and couldn't do: he smoked, he drank, he went to parties and nightclubs, he had sex. He bragged about losing his virginity at 14. Who's happy about that? The "little bad boy's" allowance was equivalent to ten years of a teacher's salary, so he just had to cover things up so his parents wouldn't get upset. Really, money bought him everything.
Well, let's check out Jake's routine. He wakes up, has his breakfast alone at the huge table in the living room of the Sterling mansion, gets dressed, and goes to school. On days when he has classes all day, he just wanders around the school, skips class in the afternoon, or finds someone interesting to hang out with. When he can, he plays basketball on the court. When he wants to drink, he takes his friends to the nightclub and almost every week ends up with a girl in bed, sometimes older, sometimes younger, but always following his pattern: brunettes or blondes, it doesn't matter. What matters is the size of the bust and butt, delicate faces and striking eyes, short clothes, curves on display. Well, forgetting all that, let's get to what matters: the first day of class.
The First Day of Class
The day dawned as usual, and Jake already seemed discouraged. The maid knocked on the bedroom door:
"Mr. Jake, it's time for your class. Breakfast is on the table."
"Can't I just skip today?" he said, turning over in his luxurious, cozy blankets.
"I don't think so. Your father left clear instructions. You must get up. He also said that he has already discussed the incident and will cut your allowance in half again if you don't behave." The maid's last sentence sounded like a threat. Jake felt a chill.
"Okay, I'm coming down."
The incident in question was that, shortly before the last school year's vacation, Jake was caught at school drinking with the first-year freshmen and ended up getting into a fight with one of their boyfriends, who was the son of a great entrepreneurial ally of his family. "What was that idiot's name again... hmm..." he thought and said, "Thomas, I think. Anyway, fuck it..."
He got up and walked to his closet, which was so big it could easily be another room. Looking around, he put on his uniform, but only the blazer. He left the rest: he put on a plain white shirt and sweatpants of the same color and went downstairs.
In the gigantic living room, he asked:
"I thought my father would be eating with us this morning."
"I'm sorry, he had an important meeting," said a maid, bowing.
"As usual," Jake grumbled.
He sat down at one end of the enormous table and could smell coffee and eggs. He could already guess the coffee. A maid brought his plate and placed it on the table. He made a sarcastic comment:
"Wasn't it already on the TABLE?"
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, bowing.
He picks up and eats the eggs and bacon and drinks his coffee in one gulp. Then he turns to the driver, who had arrived and was waiting for him:
"Let's go, I want to get there early this year."
Jake's comment came out a little sour, but his comments no longer had much impact on the staff. Apparently, everyone was already used to his trashy personality.
Jake's car arrives at the school gate and, as expected, always attracts the attention of everyone around him. Three girls approach him:
"Jake, how was your vacation? Is it true that you're leaving our class?"
"Jake, do you still want to eat with us in the cafeteria at lunch?"
"Jake..." Before the third girl can speak, Jake says:
"Get out of the way, you're in my way."
At that moment, you can see the shock of the three girls at his aggressiveness. A tanned, dark-skinned boy approaches him:
"Enough, you sluts! He's coming with us."
He puts his arm around his neck and pulls him through the school gate, past the three indignant girls. He walks past the statue of the founder and the lush green trees. You can smell the white roses that have just been planted in the flowerbed along the stone path. They approach two equally similar boys, silver twins.
Noticing someone missing, Jake asks:
"Where's Shorty?"
"Derek? Oh, we couldn't find him, but he also managed to transfer to class 3-3," says the boy with short hair and tanned skin.
"What do you mean, 'also'?" says Jake, curious.
"Well, when you were expelled from 1-1 to our classroom 1-2, we promised to stay together. Of course, we found a way," says the white-haired twin on his right.
"Geez, I'm not a girl. Why did you change? You should have said, 'Thanks, bro, for not leaving me alone in my senior year,'" the tanned boy says sarcastically.
"That's so gay, Austin," says the other twin, who is a few inches shorter than the first.
"Fuck you, Chase!" says Austin.
"You idiot, I'm Chase! He's Brandon," says the slightly taller twin.
"How the hell should I know? You dyed your hair the same color, even your haircuts and clothes are the same!"
"Enough," Jake interrupts.
At that moment, they hear: "Get out of here, you idiot, have you lost your mind?"
They turn around and see Liam and Tae, with Tae trying to grab Liam. Austin turns around and says:
"What the hell! That's disgusting! Why don't they find a room to do those gay things live?"
"Let's go find Derek," says Jake, indifferent, but with the same look of disgust as Austin.
They walk past Liam and Tae. Austin blurts out: "Disgusting. I didn't know this school accepted that kind of faggotry."
Jake looks at Tae and Liam and thinks: "You should die, you disgusting fags." How does a school like this have people like that? I hope we don't end up in the same class... They go to the cafeteria and ignore the two boys.
In the Cafeteria
"Man, where did Derek go?" says Brandon.
"He said he left home ten minutes ago. Let's go look for him," says Austin, heading to the main hallway on the lower floor of the school.
Jake thinks, "Well, I have nothing else to do," and follows the boys...
25 MINUTES LATER
"We found you, you son of a bitch!" says Jake, tired.
"We looked everywhere for you," says Chase.
"Sorry, I was in the bathroom on the second floor," says Derek, a short but muscular boy with brown hair cut in a standard gym rat style.
"Let's go, we're already late," says Austin.
They nod in agreement and head to classroom 3-3.
When they get there, they hear the girls talking loudly, which gets louder when they arrive. They decide to go in through the back door; after all, there's no way Jake is going to sit in the front. They realize that the teacher isn't there yet. But when he looks at the seat he wanted to sit in, he sees Liam. He thinks: "That gay guy again."
The boys are standing at the door, right behind Liam, who soon notices their presence. Chase stopped, without even realizing it, in front of Liam... a little too close. When Liam turns around, Chase feels a little embarrassed and flashes a smug smile that neither Liam nor the rest of the boys see.
Then, when Austin realizes who it is:
"Why are these fags in your seat, Jake?" he says, as if they owned the place.
"I didn't see any names here," Jake says, feeling a vein throb.
"I like sitting there, it's easier to go to the cafeteria, and besides, there are five of us. How are we going to sit together if the seats are staggered?"
"What do I care? As far as I'm concerned, you can stick each other up your asses and sit on top of each other. If you wanted to, you should have come earlier. The bell rang almost half an hour ago!"
"Really?"
He pulls Liam by the collar and lifts him up. He is suspended off the ground, making the height difference more evident. Ten, no, eleven centimeters of difference.
Then he hears:
"Stop it, let him go! I'll change seats, I'll sit in front of Liam. Then the five of you can sit together."
For some reason, Tae's chivalrous action worsens Jake's mood.
"Fuck you, you bitch. I want to sit here and I will," Jake says nervously. You can see the veins in his hand and forehead; he is furious.
Then a teacher enters:
"What's all this commotion? Jake, let Liam go. You don't want any more trouble with your ti... with the principal."
Reluctantly, Jake lets go of Liam and sits next to him, and Tae sits in front of Liam. Jake says:
"Happy now?" laughing sarcastically.
His friends sit down. Derek, on his right. The twins: Chase in front of Jake, Brandon in front of Derek. Only Austin sits on Derek's right, further away.
The teacher begins the class:
"Well, now that we've settled that, my name is Richard, but you can call me Mr. Richard. I'm 41 years old and I'm going to teach...
Jake stares at Liam and thinks, "What the hell, why does this gay guy have to be in my class? I hate the way he thinks he's so cool, and this teacher... who does he think he is, threatening me with my uncle? At least I'll have an idiot to torment this year." He speaks with a smug smile on his face.
The class goes by without any trouble, but then PRRIIIMMMMM TUUIMM — the bell rings. It's break time, and Liam gets ready, grabs Tae, and runs to the door. Right behind them, he is stopped by Jake and Austin. The twins go ahead toward the cafeteria with Derek. Liam feels a chill down his spine. He thinks, "Fuck..."