Chapter 1: Jack and Olivia

Jack and Olivia...

Jack Grayson pulled his black leather jacket over his shoulders. The tablet and brief case was in his hands as he starts to walk away from his motorcycle.

"Hey fool; aren't you too old to be a student?"

The student who hurled that question at him was none other than Brett McClain. He keeps walking down the corridor.

"Hey; I am talking to you." the stapler hit him behind the head. Brett start to laugh when he stop but didn't turn around.

"The old guy is afraid to use his voice," Brett taunted.

"Since when does this College allow this type of creatures around here?" this question from Brett's wanna-be friend.

Jack slowly turned around to look at both guys. It was clear they were the typical rich brats spoil by big daddy's money. A quick smirk played around his lips before he turns and walked away.

'Hey fool! How dare you turn your back on me?" This time Brett has moved to quickly grab hold of his arm.

"Stay in your lane; fool." Jack quickly put the tablet inside his leather jacket. His hand quickly moved like a snake hitting Brett square in the middle of his chest. The other guy staggered backwards and land on his ass.

"Stay down," he warns with a smile.

"Bastard! No one treats Brett McClain like this."

"I just did. What do you think you can do about it?" Jack smiled and starts to walk away. He briefly nods his head towards the fast approaching Dean. He walks briskly past the older man who went straight for Brett. He simply shrugs his shoulders and keeps walking.

Jack was suddenly a bit nervous where he stood in front of the office door. He knows himself to be a confident man but the well educated woman behind this door can make him sweat like a nervous fool. He lifts his hand to knock when the door suddenly opened.

"Why are you hovering outside?" she looked sternly at him over her dark rimmed glasses.

“I apologize for making you wait professor." he said formally but the brief smile played around his lips.

"I only accept your apology if you quickly enter and help me." Professor Olivia opened the door wider.

"As you wish professor;" Jack enters and firstly placed the tablet on her desk and the briefcase beside the chair. "What do you need me to do?"

"Inside that box; I want the projector working."

Jack just nods his head before he removed his leather jacket. The black T-shirt he was wearing showcasing the chiseled perfection of his lean body. As he quickly ensembles the projector the office door opened. The college girls entering stop and giggle looking at him like he was their prize.

"Enough! Olivia was instantly furious. She also has strong feelings of instant jealousy. He definitely was male perfection in her eyes and she don't share.

"Anything else professor?" Jack was well aware of her simmering emotions. He loves it when she controls her feelings but he knows one of these days he was going to show the world their shared truth.

"No, you may go."

Jack just nods his head walking towards the door. He was gone.

Jack was walking down the corridor. He needs to go to work. His next class only starts in the afternoon. He smiles briefly thinking about Professor Olivia. A pity he doesn't have any classes with her

"Guys!"

Jack looked around. The couple of footballers grabbed hold of him and dragged him into the nearest empty classroom. As he straightened his body he was looking at Brett and a couple of his friends.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Jack asked smiling his usual smile.

"After today you are going to regret touching me." Brett warns. He quickly moved forward and slapped Jack through the face.

Jack barely moved his head. He simply looked at the younger guy and spit the blood from his mouth.

"Are you sure you want to make me bleed?" he asked casually.

"Look guys, this fool think he is tough." Brett said snidely while rubbing his palm that was still smarting from the apparent ineffective slap.

"Get him."

Jack suddenly danced around their feeble punches. Just like before he quickly changed his attitude and went on the attack. He hit Brett square in the stomach before hitting him underneath the chin. The force of the control attack nevertheless made Brett lose his footing and landing on his ass again.

Jack turned to his friends. The punches were on point making them all dropped onto the floor. They all were spitting blood and groaning in obvious pain.

"You want to join the fight?" Jack casually looked at the footballers. Both said nothing just opened the door to allow him to leave. "Good choice."

Jack reached his motorcycle and realized he left his jacket in Professor Olivia's office. As is his habit he just shrugs his shoulders getting on once he removed the keys from his jeans.

"Hey you!" the security guards quickly approached him. He noticed their body language. It appear they heard something about him. He controls his actions. This certainly isn't the place to reveal who he is.

"Is something wrong?"

"The Dean wants to talk with you."

"Why?" Jack climbed from the motorcycle. He noticed a small group of college kids with their cell phones pointed at him. He knew he was a bit late in getting to college but he did have the grades and financial means. This was his final year. He knows he comes from the wrong side of town that's why he made a point of staying out of trouble.

"Just follow us and don't make trouble."

"Fine," Jack put his keys back in his jeans pocket.

Jack noticed that the kids running the college newspaper was standing around the Dean's office. He just knew they were there for whatever was about to happen to him now.

Just as he enters the Dean's office he notices Professor Olivia coming this way. He noticed the worried look in her eyes his leather jacket draped around her frame. He looks her straight in the eyes shaking his head. Relief he watch her stop in her tracks. He certainly don't want her to jeopardize her excellent career by helping him with this idiotic situation.

"Wait outside," Dean Foley told the guards.

"Are you sure sir?" The men seem hesitant.

"Don't question me idiot. Get out and remove those kids."

Jack stood his full length looking at the older man. He took note of his tweet suit and brown sensible shoes. This man certainly is all about protecting the College and its reputation.

"Why am I here Dean Foley?"

Jack watch the man sits behind his desk. He looks nervous as he reaches for his pen. When he finally looks up again a light sheen of sweat covers his forehead.

"I have a couple of serious complains lodge against you."

"What did I do?"

"Apparently you seem to have assaulted a couple of students. I know you are older and certainly stronger... but I can't tolerate violence."

"You assume I was the instigator?"Jack asks quietly.

"I witness what you did to Brett McClain. Are you denying the charges?" The other may appear mild mannered but he was showing the steal within his back.

"No but I wasn't the instigator. I just finished what they started. What is my punishment?"

"You are rather calm. Aren't you going to fight the charges? It will be on your permanent record? I know for a fact you are an excellent student. You are going to be here only for a couple of months before you graduate."

Jack realizes the man was giving him an option. Powerful men funded these types of college for their spoil useless children.

"What do you suggest Dean? It's clear I should leave the grounds but you seem hesitant?"

"Will you consider taking your final classes online?"

"Isn't this going to be an inconvenience to the professors?"

"I don't think so. They are in reality very educational oriented. No one has ever complained about your behavior."

"Fine; may I leave now or am I to be escorted from the grounds for the satisfaction of Brett McClain?"

Jack heard the office door opened behind him. He looked into the furious eyes of Professor Olivia.