Undefeated

Oliver woke up with a severe headache probably from the previous day's event. After cleaning up and getting into one of his rich black pants and a white long sleeve V neck sweater vest he stood in front of the mirror to adjust his black tie so it fits perfectly in between the V. He combed his olive hair and tied them in a low ponytail with a bow after he brushed his bangs behind his ears so he could have a good look at the bruise on his face. The ring from his father's middle finger had left a clear bruise.

Oliver sighs at that, more like the annoying kind of sigh. He opened his cabinet revealing small bottles with labels containing medication, he reached for two bottles before closing the cabinet and exiting the room.

A soft knock could be heard behind his door as he fumbled to get the medication in his bag. He sighed towards the door putting in his best neutral expression.

"Come in."

A maid walked in silently, "sir your breakfast is ready." She announced.

Oliver glanced at her and hummed in response, and she left immediately. As she was leaving Tim was coming in.

He looked full of himself as usual but Oliver didn't pay much heed. Tim stopped to stare at his bruised face without a word. "If we don't leave in fifteen minutes you'll be late for your first class today, and I doubt your father wants that." He said.

Oliver looked up with furrowed brows, "Tim, you're no other than my bodyguard. I didn't give you the fucking permission to speak and I don't remember asking you for anything." Oliver shoots before brushing past Tim and walking away.

"Transfer the money as promised to Bob, and we'll be going to visit after lectures, where is my new phone?" Oliver blurted as he walked down the hall Tim followed him without a word.

He found the phone on the table and quickly took it out and handed it over to Tim. "Transfer my account to this phone by the end of my first class. I don't know how you would get to it. And I don't give a damn, it is your job." Oliver walked out of the living room to the dining room where he got on his seat and started down on his breakfast.

"I hate toast," he spat when he saw the food.

"Chef!" He cried out in rage.

The man came running, "sir."

Oliver stood up shutting his eyes to contain his anger. "You. Are. Fired." He walked out of the room without a second thought.

"Hire another chef!" He ordered Tim.

Tim rolled his eyes, as he lit up a cigarette. *What an arrogant prince.

Oliver got into the car with Tim who sat in the passenger's seat while the driver drove them.

"Order me something Tim." He said while looking into Zilda's file on his tablet.

"I see, just so you know I'm not your secretary," Tim said.

Oliver looked up with a dagger stare, "really? Bob used to do it. If you can't, you can quit already." His hazel eyes bored into Tim's blue ones furiously.

"Hm, I see. I'll like to bring you back to earth, little prince." He chuckled. "I was employed by your father, to protect you and report your activities to him, not to be your Secretary and do-as-I-say." Tim mocked.

"If I'm correct you refuse to obey me and you just confessed to me that you were a spy for my father to report my life activities to him?"

"Correct." Tim smiled.

Oliver looked away without a word as his thoughts ran like crazy.

His father must be crazy to monitor him like that and make abrupt decisions about him. But what could he do other than accept it and try not to give him the reason to take another flight.

"All I can do for you willingly is to get you a butler," Tim spoke again.

"Whatever," Oliver grunted without sparing Tim a stare.

The car pulls into the parking lot of the University and the driver hurried to help him with the door.

"You didn't have breakfast, that's not healthy," Tim said with his grin Oliver found stupid.

"Don't mention."

Oliver stared at him then at his bag, which Tim sighed about before picking. Together they walked into the school and some students stared at his walk-in.

Oliver was all too used to the looks and attention and sometimes he frowned at it.

He looked into his tablet and scrolled through his schedule which was full. His life has been so busy.

He sighed in frustration while switching the screen off.

He got into his first-class just in time to settle in the front row while Tim stayed out.

The students began to fill in and soon the class was crowded with faces ranging in different shades and shapes.

The lecturer began on business strategies, as Oliver kept up with what she was saying, the huge projection shifted to different illustrations for better understanding.

"I just received some important information. That you look into the boards in the hallway, to know your partners for the semester." She announced while teaching.

Oliver's notification popped up with an email and he immediately went for it as it came from the instructor.

"Your grades for last week's project have been sent." She probed.

A+ Oliver viewed, and he looked indifferent, maybe sick with the same alphabet.

After the class, Oliver walked out among the crowd only to be met with Tim once again at this point in his life he didn't care if he had people following him around.

"Oliver." A voice called and was followed by rapid footsteps.

A boy approached them with a file, Oliver waited for him and gave him a cold stare.

"Did you do the job, Jerry?"

"Yeah, I did. It wasn't easy." The boy confessed as his brown eyes struggled to beat Oliver's stare.

"I see." Oliver reached for the file and pulled out an envelope from his bag before handing it to him.

Jerry tries to walk away but Oliver stops him by clearing his throat.

"It better be what I asked for, Jerry, you know what I can do." He said.

Jerry shakily nodded before heading towards a turn.

"What's that?" Tim asked.

"I doubt my father paid you to ask stupid questions." He turned around and started ahead.

Some students were crowded in front of the board. Oliver found it grotesque to be touching clothes with them so he asked Tim to take a picture while he stayed out of the crowd. He hated body contacts.

Tim did and reported to him with the picture. He went over it and spotted his name.

Student 234 Oliver Tomlinson Brookes and Student 235 Evelyn Ada Jones are partners for Term 1.

Oliver reread the name with a frown. "Bitch." He muttered.

"Give me your phone." He ordered Tim who stared at him with a pause.

Someone approached them and cleared their throat. "So, fate binds us together or what?" Evelyn put up a grin that was so fake no one would have denied it.

Oliver instead of a frown smirked, "The pleasure is mine."

Evelyn was struck silent by his sudden reaction. She could read the evil lingering on his lips. His intentions must not be pure, after all, demons are handsome.