Touching the Heart of Ace

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.

??Don??t you think investigating on a man who could give away a two-million-car for ??other skills??

might be a bit above your pay-grade? Yes, I do know the person and I think going after that person

might not be a good move for you.?? I never believed Jason when he said I was intimidating, but Dr.

Pudgy was close to pissing himself. ??On second thought, why don??t you try? After all, I would also

like to know ??why anyone would gift a boy, a car???.

??Dr. Hops, as our Dean I have immense respect for you and if you are willing to sanction an

investigation I would completely support your decision and will help with the investigation the way I can.

Yes, Dr. Jones is right about knowing my admirers and I would hand over the proof, right away, to a

trustworthy authority.??

??Pr... proof? What proof? You have proof???

??Are you stuttering, now, Dr. Jones? Yes, proof.?? I smirked. It would be nice to show his fucking

melon face on a projector, leaving erotic pictures and pamphlets on my desk and chair. The guy groped

my chair cushion, for fuck sake!

I had to order a new one and locked it away every time when I left.

It was disturbing. He was married and had kids older than me.

??There is no way you have proof.??

??Why are you afraid, Dr. Jones? Don??t you want to set an example for young minds? Yes, I have

proof and guess what???

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It was cute.

??His proof has back up??s.?? Someone stole my punch line and of course it was the Jock.

??Thanks, Jock. He is right, Dr. Jones.??

??Name is Jake and no problem.??

??Can I please leave now, Dean? I am late for brushing up ??my other skills??.?? I might skip my

dance class today. I was dead tired.

Who was I kidding? I did not want to go back to the empty dorm and ponder my life choices.

I wanted to call my mom and cry.

??You may leave, Mr. Scott. We will talk later. I had no idea about this meeting before coming here.

Everyone please disperse, while I talk to Dr. Jones, privately.??

I was crying as soon as I heard mom??s voice.

??Do you want me to come? You know what? I am coming there.?? I heard her shouting to her

assistants to get her private jet ready.

??Talk to me baby, so you are saying, you have been receiving gifts and the management took it the

wrong way? I will talk to the Dean.??

??No, Dean had no idea, he told me. He is going to be angry at me for not telling him about all this.?? I

also did not mom to know about Robbie. I did not want to lie to mom for him anymore.

??I am coming there, right away, with Jason. Should I come to your dorm and pick you up???

??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.