Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Charlie rolls his eyes and I scoff at Spencer’s remarks. I am so not Colton’s end game. I’m not even his half-time game. Besides, any game Colton was playing ended the moment his father's life did.
“Okay, are you guys done harassing my girl?” Milo questions.
“Give up the act,” Charlie says. “We know she’s not your girl. If anything, she’s mine.”
I groan and step into Milo, pushing him back away from Charlie and dragging him with me, more than happy to leave the two douchebags of Bellevue Springs behind. “Come on, I’m done with this testosterone-filled bullshit.”
“Really?” Milo calls over his shoulder as his hand slips around my waist. “She sure as shit looks like my girl.”
My hand whacks out against Milo’s stomach and he howls with laughter. “Stop stirring up shit. You’re only going to make it worse.”
“Please,” he scoffs. “Fucking with them is—”
“OCEANIA MUNROE.” My name is called from the opposite end of the hallway by a voice that has a shiver running down my spine. I turn around to face Dean Simmons and instantly groan. “My office. NOW.”
Well, fuck. I guess news of me beating up one of his precious students has traveled quickly.
I glance up at Milo who scrunches his face, not liking where this is about to go. “You better not keep him waiting,” he warns. “The longer he waits, the more time he has to think of your punishment.”
“Shit. This is going to be bad.”
“Yeah, but kinda worth it.”
My hand pumps into a fist at my side and I look up at Milo, meeting his eyes as I grin wide. “Damn straight, it was.”
Chapter 5
I stand at Dean Simmons’ door, gripping the handle with unease. I wonder how much shit I would be in if I were to turn around now and walk away. Surely this is going to be an epic waste of my time. The last few visits with Dean Simmons have not gone well. Not once has he listened to anything I had to say—his conversations were always one-sided. I can only imagine what he's going to say about me now that I'm actually in the wrong.
He’s probably been waiting for this moment since the second I walked through those massive iron gates. He's such a dick. I’ve never been able to wrap my head around how he got this job in the first place. He clearly doesn’t belong here. Though, that much could be said about me too.
I let out a breath and push through the door, not bothering with a knock because why the hell would I? It’s the little things, right?
Simmons’ head snaps up and his eyes narrow as I make my way across his office and drop into the chair opposite of his massive desk. He’s clearly overcompensating for something.
“You wanted to see me?” I question, raising a brow.
“Yes,” he says, looking unimpressed with my attitude. He scoops up a stack of papers from his desk and shuffles them until they’re straight. “We need to discuss your enrollment at this school.”
My brows furrow. “What?”
His eyes snap back to mine and I swear, if murder was legal, I’d be dead on the spot. “I said we have—”
“I heard what you said,” I tell him. “I’m trying to figure out where the hell it came from.”
Dean Simmons groans and leans forward on his desk, propping his elbows against the wooden table. “Would it kill you to show even the tiniest shred of respect, Oceania?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “I think it might. I haven’t received a shred of respect from any of the faculty at this pretentious school—including yourself—so why should I offer that in return? Respect is earned not given.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one, Miss Munroe. Now, let’s get down to business so we can both get on with our day.”
Less time having to spend sitting across from this prick, now that I can agree on. “Right, so what fresh hell are you talking about? What’s wrong with my enrollment?”
“Well, now that Mr. Carrington has regrettably passed. I think it appropriate that you transfer to our sister school, Bellevue Springs Private. You will be much happier there and less of a distraction to my students.”
“Umm … what?” I demand, realizing that this has absolutely nothing to do with me kicking that kid’s ass this morning and more to do with this bastard’s desperation to swing his dick around. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Unfortunately for you, the call has already been made and the papers signed. You will see the week out here and starting next Monday morning, you will be attending BSP full time.”
I shake my head, hardly able to believe what I’m hearing. Is this even legal? Surely he can’t change my enrollment status without consent and I can guarantee that a call certainly wasn’t made to my mother about this. She would have told me, but then, she didn’t tell me that I was enrolled here in the first place.