Chapter 2

Blake Andrews looked himself over at the mirror again, adjusted his tie and then smiled. At seventeen years old, he was tall and huge with sunny brown hair and a dimple on his cheek whenever he smiled. He was the school's football captain and also the school's bully and resident bad boy of Maverick High school, also very proud and pompous. All the girls fawned over him, always trying to get his attention. He dated a few and broke the hearts of many. This was a new school's year and the beginning of grade Eleven.

"One more year and I'd be out of high school" he said to himself. He was also going to turn eighteen next year and as the only child and heir to the multi-million dollar company his family owned, he'd finally be able to take over the family business. It was an old tradition in the Andrews' family that whenever the heir turned Eighteen, the company was handed over to him or her.

"I can't wait.'' he muttered to himself.

At that moment, there was a knock on his room door.

"Come in," he said. 

"Breakfast is ready sir", said the Butler.

 "I'll be down in a minute," said Blake.

"Yes sir," Said the butler, stepping out of the room.

 Blake looked at the mirror one more time, picked up his backpack and left the room.

 Downstairs, his parents were already at the dining table so he greeted them.

"Good morning Dad, good morning Mom". He said.

"Sit down Blake". His mother said. He did as he was told and sat down.

 After a while, his father cleared his throat and then faced him.

"So Blake, I got your school report sheet for last term, your grades haven't improved instead they keep getting worse. Why?" His father asked him.

Blake looked up in shock, he didn't know his father had seen his report sheet because he never asked for it. Just like most rich parents, his father was always away and never really cared about his son's schooling. The only thing he did was make sure he paid his school fees on time and that was it. 

He never checked his report sheets or test sheets, how his father found out that he had been doing so poorly, he didn't know. He looked at his mother for help but she kept her eyes down on her food. 

His father noticed the surprised look on his face and said; 

"Do you really think I don't check your school reports just because I don't ask? I've seen every one of your school and test report sheets ever since you started high school. I've had your principal send copies directly to me. Just because I have been keeping you quiet doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing. I've heard about your immoral conducts and how you also bully your fellow students." His father said angrily.

He was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say to defend himself. The many times he had been sent to the principal's office for bullying, the principal had threatened to report him to his father. He had thought they were empty threats but he didn't know they were actually carried out. Again, he looked at his mother for help but she kept her head low.

Blake didn't know what to say, he had no idea of what to think or how to react. He just sat there staring at his father with a dazed expression on his face. He had lost appetite and couldn't bring himself to take another spoon of his food. He just sat there and stared at his father.

"Well, this is a new school's year, I expect you to do better and also change your ways. One more bad report about you and I'm stripping you of your inheritance". His father said, rising from the table.

"But Dad, you can't do that," Blake said.

"Oh, can't i?" His father said and left the dining room. 

Blake watched him go and suddenly he became angry. He didn't understand why his father wouldn't allow him to have a little "fun". He enjoyed picking on people mostly those who were younger than him and nobody in Maverick High dared to look at his face twice.Just last term, he had beaten up a fellow student just because the boy didn't address him properly and he didn't care whether his unruly behavior affected his academics or not. 

He enjoyed bullying people and no one would stop him from doing it, not even his father. Everyone had to know that he was the great Blake Andrews, the heir apparent to the great Andrew and sons' chain of companies.He was very sure that the part about taking away his inheritance was just a bluff. 

His father had no other child which made him the only heir. It was his right whether his father liked it or not and nothing or no one would ever stop him from taking what rightfully belonged to him.

"You've heard of your father, Blake". His mother said suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"But Mom, I didn't do anything wrong, the only people I bully are those who have offended me one way or the other and those who stand in my way. Dad can't possibly take away my inheritance because of something so small". He said

"Of course he won't, darling. But still, you need to be very careful, face your studies and stay away from trouble. If anyone wants to pick a fight with you, report it to the school authorities, that's why they are there, ok?" His mom said.

"Yes, Mom.'' He said half-heartedly. He picked up his backpack and stood up. His mother also stood up, walked over to him and pecked him on the cheek.

"Have a nice day at school," She said.

"Thanks Mom.'' He said. 

With that, he walked out to the garage where his father's brand new Tesla was waiting with the driver.

"Good morning Mister Blake." said the driver.

Blake mumbled back a reply and got into the car.

Within fifteen minutes, he was already in school. The driver eased the car into the driveway and it finally came to a stop. Blake got out of the car, took a deep breath and swung his backpack over his arm. Across the parking lot, someone called his name. He looked around and gave a wide grin as he saw his best friend, Charlie who was just arriving and walked over to him.

"Hey man, Good morning." He said.

"Good morning, Blake. How was the holiday?" Charlie said with a grin on his face.

He has been Blake's best friend since junior high school. Charlie with his dark brown hair, tall and lean frame and round glasses, he was the complete opposite from his friend Blake. While Blake was wild and bossy, Charlie was quiet and shy. He barely talked and took orders from Blake.

"Ready for Eleventh grade?" Blake asked.

"I guess I am". Charlie replied.

  He picked up his backpack and together they walked into the school building.