The Poorest Special Enrollee at the Noble Academy

As the poorest scholarship student at Aethelgard Preparatory Academy, I took up livestreaming to make ends meet.
Somehow, in the annual Campus Prince poll, I ended up in first place.
And then Aimee Monroe, the daughter of the schools biggest benefactor, made a grand, school-wide spectacle of asking me out. Just like that, she was my girlfriend.
Aimee, if that pretty boy finds out youre just using him for a bet, hell be heartbroken.
Aimee scoffed. If it wasnt to piss off Ethan, who would even look at him?
A clique of heiresses, all trying to avenge their dear friend Ethan.
They made a bet: whoever got a nude photo of me first would win a million dollars.
A month later, Aimee told me the sports car was a rental, and that she was actually broke.
My eyes welled with tears. "Babe! It's okay. I'll take care of you!"
That night, I went live wearing a crisp white shirt and a black vest, a pitiable look on my face. I have to buy my girl a sports car, I said, my voice thick with emotion. So she can take me for a drive.
The chat exploded.
Been saying that girl of his was bad news. Thought she was some heiress, turns out she's just a poser.
Broke and pathetic, and she lied about owning a Maserati! What a bitch!
I let a small, grateful smile touch my lips. "Thank you, AAA_Cathy, for the Constellation gift."
Just out of frame, Aimees face was turning a pale shade of green.
Every single one of the top donators had a username she knew all too well.

1.
If being handsome were a crime, Id be serving a life sentence.
My family was dirt poor.
The year things got really bad, when we could barely afford to eat, a talent scout spotted me. I did a magazine shoot and earned my first real paycheck.
After covering household expenses, every cent was gone. We were still three hundred thousand dollars in debt for medical bills.
So I accepted the full ride to Aethelgard Prep. Scholarship students paid nothing. Better yet, participating in campus activities, big or small, came with hefty cash prizes.
On the first day of school, I started a livestream: My Daily Grind.
I cranked up the beauty filter so high that someone took a screenshot and posted it on the school forum.
What does he actually look like? Drop the filter settings.
The wall behind him is literally warped. Who is paying to vote this guy with the razor-sharp chin onto the Campus Prince list?
Hes actually really good-looking! Ive seen him in person.
Lmao, is he paying for bots in the comment section now?
Heard hes a scholarship kid. Which sugar mama is funding his campaign?
Curious, I clicked on the poll. The photo of my filtered, uncanny-valley face was ranked thirteenth.
Number one was Ethan Vance, with a sun-drenched, handsome shot of himself on the basketball court.
And below, in fine print: the top three winners would receive a prize of one hundred thousand dollars.
I silently started my stream, maxed out the beauty filter, and wrote a new caption: A face so handsome it can bend space-time.
All hell broke loose.
I was the laughingstock of the entire campus.
But then, the coffee shop where I worked was suddenly packed to the rafters. Everyone, driven by a morbid curiosity, wanted to see the real-life freak with the reality-warping face.
The manager was ecstatic. To keep the customers coming, she strictly forbade anyone from taking my picture. If they wanted to see me, they had to come in person.
The forum split into three factions: one camp trashing my looks, one camp praising my handsome face, and a third camp of trolls who just wanted to watch the world burn, voting for me just for the chaos of it all.
In the end, with a devil-may-care smirk, my distorted, filtered photo claimed the top spot.
Hell yes. Ten grand in my first week of school.
Ethan Vance stormed into the coffee shop, his handsome features twisting in rage the moment he saw my real face. You you shameless, scheming bastard!
He threw his coffee straight at my head, his eyes glinting with a vicious light.
Gasps echoed around the shop, but no one stepped in.
The Vance family was powerful. No one here dared to cross them.
A wad of cash fluttered down from above.
The rich boy sneered. You broke piece of trash. This isnt over.
I said nothing, just quietly bent down to pick up the money from the floor.
My livestream was still running. Ethans face, grotesquely twisted by the same beauty filter, was now broadcast for the entire school to see.
I turned the filter off, revealing my unfiltered, striking features to the camera.
Sorry you all had to see that.
Im no saint with a pretty face.
On the contrary, I hold a grudge like no one else.
This kind of petty power play? Id seen it all before.
The stream was silent for a moment before a wave of gift donations flooded the screen, a cascade of digital comfort.
Ethan had been trying to build a brand as the charming, popular campus athlete.
After this little fiasco, he saw my popularity soar even higher and was so furious he skipped school for three days.
The manager pulled me aside, her expression worried. These people are on another level, Leo. Youre just a scholarship kid. You cant afford to make enemies with any of them.
I nodded obediently, tugging at my sleeve. We need the money at home. Ill be more careful.
She knew about my situation.
An abusive father, a frail, sick mother.
She glanced at the old bruises on my arm and sighed, offering a piece of advice. Sometimes, you know, it doesnt hurt to play the victim a little.
I forced a shy smile. All these marks, I always told people they were from falling down.
Playing the victim now would be too obvious, it might even backfire.
Knowing the elite, they wouldnt let this go.
That was a card I had to save for last.

2.
Once the Campus Prince poll ended, the buzz around my work-stream started to fade.
Watching you work all the time is getting boring, streamer.
Can you do a talent show or something? Dont be so proud. With a face like that, you could just strum a guitar and get followers.
Just another pretty face. Nothing interesting here. Unfollowing.
My viewer count stabilized at around a hundred loyal fans, mostly here for my looks, all of them more worried about my channel than I was.
I wasnt panicking. I just kept to my routine.
I had a feeling that rich boy, Ethan, was about to bring me a surprise.
Logically, in a school like this, being poor was the real anomaly.
But today, Id somehow run into three beautiful, broke girls.
The first told me she was an orphan and laid on a thick sob story, but she was wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet.
The second was a senior, her white dress faded from countless washes, who claimed she was also on scholarship, but the shoes on her feet cost eight hundred dollars.
The last one was dressed head-to-toe in no-name brands, but shed never even heard of Amazon.
When things are this strange, something wicked is brewing.
I turned down all their advances, cold and detached.
Around the corner from the coffee shop, I heard familiar voices.
What a coincidence. It was the three broke beauties Id just rejected.
Ethan said Leo was a total gold digger who would never go for a poor girl. I confessed today and, surprise surprise, he shot me down.
Me too. Whats with the high-and-mighty act? Its obvious he only wants someone with money.
Ugh, same here. I asked him to show me how to use Amazon, and he said it was too much trouble. I mentioned I couldnt afford designer brands, and he just walked away.
Just then, a woman with an electrifying presence walked into the shop. She was stunningly beautiful, with a figure that could stop traffic.
I recognized her.
Aimee Monroe. Shed caused a stir on the first day of school, pulling up in a supercar, looking like a goddess.
Ethan, decked out in designer streetwear, trailed behind her, his eyes red-rimmed.
How can a guy like that get worshiped as a Campus Prince? Its a total embarrassment for me!
I told you all he was a pretty boy for hire, but you didnt believe me. You had to go and confess. You believe me now, right?
You guys have to help me expose him!
Aimee casually draped an arm over his shoulder, a playful glint in her eye. And how exactly do you want us to help?
Ethans voice was a mix of childish spite and venom. Leos so handsome, and he has no money. To look that good, he must have a bunch of sugar mamas on the side.
Ive seen marks on him, like from hooking up. He claims he just fell.
Once we expose his true colors, well get a nude photo of him and blast it all over the forums!
They laid out a detailed plan.
Aimee would lure me in with money, then, after a month, pretend her family had gone bankrupt.
The other heiresses, still pretending to be poor, would then reveal their wealth, trying to seduce me into a compromising position so they could get their picture.
Finally, Aimee would expose the whole thing online.
They would solidify my reputation as a two-timing gold digger, utterly ruining me.
The heiresses started a betting pool. The first one to get the photo would win a million dollars.
Aimees captivating eyes held a flicker of boredom. Not much of a challenge. What if he actually falls for me? Hell be impossible to get rid of.
Someone patted her shoulder reassuringly. Dont worry. Pretty boys only love money.
I smiled.
The next day, when the group of heiresses appeared at the coffee shop, I was ready.
Id changed into a clean, white shirt, the top button artfully undone.
Carrying a tray of steaming coffee, I pretended to stumble, crashing right into Aimee.
She winced in pain, but before she could show her annoyance, she noticed her so-called best friends had all scattered.
Her eyes met mine, and recognition dawned, her pupils shrinking slightly.
I clumsily tried to wipe the coffee off her, letting the cup slip from my hand and crash onto her expensive high heels.
Aimee let out a stifled groan.
My eyes went wide with panic, my expression a perfect mask of helplessness and guilt. Im so sorry. Your shoes they look expensive.
I just got paid today.
I I dont know if my wages will be enough to cover it.
The other girls were watching from a distance, soaking in the drama.
Aimee, gritting her teeth against the pain, put on a magnanimous air. Its fine. They were only eight thousand.
You dont have to pay me back. But I was wondering if I could have the honor of buying you a coffee?
I feigned a moment of stunned silence, my eyes lingering on her eight-thousand-dollar shoes.
I didnt recognize the brand. Probably custom-made.
Aimee couldnt be bothered to waste any more time.
She told me it was love at first sight.
As she casually let her Maserati keys dangle from her fingers, a subtle display of her immense wealth, I put on my most innocent, harmless smile.
Okay, I said.
Aimee shot a triumphant look at her friends.
Her pursuit was anything but subtle.
Every day, I was greeted with imported flowers, chauffeured in sports cars, and showered with luxury goods.
Ignoring the cold indifference in her eyes, I accepted every single gift.
Id offer her a few sweet nothings each day, but the rest of my time was still spent diligently working my part-time job and livestreaming.
Aimee was more than happy that I didnt have time to cling to her, only sending perfunctory texts: Dont work too hard. You have me to take care of you now.

3.
I was sweating inside a giant teddy bear costume, handing out flyers.
When I spotted a familiar group, I slowly shuffled after them.
They were plotting so loudly they never noticed a large, furry bear eavesdropping nearby.
Aimee was boasting to her friends. What untouchable god? He came running with a snap of my fingers.
Did you see it? I didnt even have to do anything. He just threw himself at me in that white shirt.
Another heiress giggled. Hes got a good eye, knows how to pick a big fish. You must be spending a fortune on him, Aimee.
Aimee clicked her tongue. Its nothing. The watch I gave him is a fake anyway. Hes just a pretty boy, easy to fool. He wears knock-offs himself.
Just dont let Ethan get jealous and start another scene.
A wicked smile played on her lips. In a little while, Ill tell him my familys gone bankrupt and were three million in debt. Lets see how long he keeps up the act.
Cathy, the girl with the Van Cleef bracelet, raised an eyebrow. Who do you think hell try to hook up with first among us?
Victoria, the one who didnt know Amazon, sneered. Hell probably try for all of us. Hed do anything for money.
Dont get mad, Aimee. Were just doing this for Ethan.
Aimee let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with disdain. Who cares about him? Its not like hes actually my boyfriend.
The other girls, all of whom Id rejected, were still holding a grudge.
In all my time with Aimee, I hadnt given them a second glance, a deep wound to their fragile, aristocratic egos.
Now, they were more convinced than ever that I was a gold digger who would do anything for a price.
I ambled over in my bear costume, pretending to be just passing by, and placed a flyer in each of their hands.
Patek Philippe Nautilusperfect 1:1 replica for only $999.
Top-tier super-clones, satisfaction guaranteed.
Aimee playfully patted my costumes shoulder, bragging to her friends, I got my watch from this place. Even Ethan couldnt tell the difference at first. You should have seen that pretty boy Leos face when he got it. He was so happy.
The others were intrigued.
We should give him fake watches too when we make our move.
Lets buy a few, just make sure we dont get the same model.
Hes so obsessed with money. Hell be devastated when he finds out.
Using a burner account, I added each of the heiresses as a contact.
These arrogant girls couldnt be bothered to wonder who was inside the costume. They just picked their watches and told me to deliver them to their dorms.
Ten payments of $999 hit my bank account.
I was starting to see just how easy it was to make money here.
I immediately contacted the actual replica dealer and sent him ten payments of $99. Boss, I need these models, rush delivery!
A clean ninety-thousand-dollar profit in one day.
Nice.
Aethelgard was crawling with rich people; you couldnt walk ten feet without bumping into an heiress.
Aimee had been deliberately vague about her identity.
Now, the whole school knew that some mysterious, wealthy girl was passionately pursuing the handsome but poor scholarship student.
I placed the fake watch from Aimee in the most conspicuous spot in my dorm room.
My roommate, Julian, also a rich kid, eyed the watch with a sneer. That thing doesnt look real. Some girls are masters at faking it.
Compared to his own authentic model from the boutique, the engravings and hands on my watch looked crude.
My face fell, my voice laced with disappointment. Honestly, I dont care about her money. Its just this is the first time a girl has ever liked me this much.
Julian scanned me from head to toe and rolled his eyes. God, youre hopeless. Fine, whatever. Not my problem. Just win these next few matches for me in-game, and Ill give you these limited-edition sneakers.
I beamed, accepting the new shoes.
Julian looked away, flustered. Wipe that sycophantic smile off your face! Im only helping you because I cant stand Ethan Vance.
He then added a warning. Ive heard that everyone whos crossed Ethan before ended up being forced to transfer. If you get into any trouble, dont you dare try to handle it alone.
I nodded meekly.

4.
The girls of Aethelgard had seen their fair share of handsome men.
I wasn't banking on them falling for me just because of my face.
Using my burner account, I meticulously scoured the social media profiles of the poor heiresses, digging up their likes and dislikes.
They all ran in the same circle as Aimee.
Later, when they were buying the fake watches, each one had asked which model Aimee got before ordering a more expensive one.
These women pretending to be poor had one major benefit for me.
To flirt with them, I didn't have to grovel or play the subordinate. All I had to do was exude my natural charm.
After confirming that each heiress harbored a strange sense of rivalry with Aimee, I stopped ignoring them. I even secretly added them as friends.
They were all a little surprised.
According to their plan, as a gold digger, I should have only shown interest after they revealed their wealth.
But these morally bankrupt women felt no shame about trying to steal their friends boyfriend.
In public, theyd join their friends in calling me a pretty boy, but in private, their messages were syrupy sweet and full of confessions.
For the sake of the bet, they were using every trick in the book to get close to me.
Every day, my phone was flooded with photos of beautiful women from every conceivable angle. It was easy on the eyes and saved me a lot of effort.
Since they were pretending to be poor, they had nothing to offer me but their looks.
On the very first day after I officially started dating Aimee, I sent a mass message to the other three.
The truth is, I really like you. But Im too poor, and I didnt want you to have a hard life with me. Thats why I rejected you.
But now, I have a way to support you!

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