Mr. Sanderson's Life At The Top
Chapter 2 Trampled
In the locker room. Trevor saw his girlfriend, Sylvia, leaning against Dennis and kissing. Her face was red in ardor and lust. Meanwhile, Dennis was caressing her breasts lustfully. "Fuck!". Trevor bellowed in anger and shock. A strong sense of pain and humiliation filled his heart. Sylvia hastily pulled down her waist-high skirt, concealing her snow-white thighs. "What are you doing here, Trevor?". " I should be the one asking you the question. Didn't you say you'd go shopping with your best friend this afternoon? Why are you here? ". Trevor asked, flustered. "Sylvia, I know you don't like me being poor, but you can’t be with someone like that. Don't you know how many ex-girlfriends he has?". Trevor added, his eyes red in anger. He had worked himself to death just to buy Sylvia her birthday gift. Unfortunately for him, his beloved girlfriend just cheated on him in the end. It was unacceptable!. Instead of feeling ashamed, Sylvia snorted and scoffed, "Now that you know the truth, there's no point in hiding it anymore. Do you think that I would want to be with a poor loser like you?. Sad to say, but our relationship was nothing but a bet with my friend. I didn't expect that you'd take it seriously
"But I love y ou," Trevor s aid sincerely. "Your love means not hing to me. I wanted the latest pho ne, but you told me I h ad to wait for a month. How path etic! . Dennis here did not only buy me an iPhone but also gave me a luxury Louis Vuitton bag. Dennis, looking at the parcel in Trevor's hand , stood up and laughed. "Damn, Bernard is good at this. I as ked him to fetch a parcel for me and he sent you. It's really exciting!" . Trevor's fist s clenched as Dennis spoke. Bernard was playing a t rick on him! . All of a sudden, Dennis threw a fifty-dollar b ill at Trevor and mocke . d, "P oor T revor. Do you think you can sleep with Sylvia? . I'll t ell yo u what, . that wo n't ever happen. Here ar e fifty dollars. Just sleep with an old prostitute, you pathetic peasant. "Dennis, I 'll fucking kill you!" . Unable to stand the ridicu le anymore, Trevor rushed to Dennis like a mad bull. "How dar e you fig ht back?" . Dennis threw a p unch at Trevor, k nocking him over
Dennis was over six feet tall. And as the leader of t he basketball team, he was agile and muscular. Trevor, however, was a few inches shorter tha n Dennis and was lanky. Trevor fell to the floor with a loud t hud, and he felt a sharp pain on his c heek from where Dennis had punched him. Although in a daze, he summoned all his stren gth to get on his feet. But before he could do so, Dennis rai sed his foot and trampled on Trevor's face, pinning him down to the floor. Trevor's face was covered wi th footprints. Even if every movement sent him groaning in pain, he sti ll tried his best to get up. Of course, D ennis would not let him. He sat on Trevor's bac k and took out a black pen from his backpack. Then, with a sly smile at the c orners of his mouth, he wrote " Poor Loser" on Trevor's clothes. As if that was not enough, he spat on Trevor and warned, "If you dare to provoke me again, I'll be at you every time I see your face. Mark my words. With that, he held Sylvia's hand and left. Trevor wa s in so m uch pain. Other students could not help but point at him when they s aw his bruised and dirty face. Sylvia, the girl he lov ed the most, betrayed h im and broke his heart. Bernard's mean words, Dennis' humi liation, and Sylvia's ruthlessness filled his heart with resentment. "Why? They all bul ly me and trample o n my dignity! Why?" . "Just because I'm poor, i n their eyes, I'm not eve n a human being anymore!"