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Something has to be done about this.
Anger pulses through me and I fly to my feet, slamming my hands down on his mahogany desk and enjoying the way he startles. “You can’t do this,” I demand, narrowing my gaze and enjoying the way he shrinks back. “Charles has already paid the fees. I have every right to be here. Besides, without Charles, mom and I would never be able to afford a private school.”
Dean Simmons sets his jaw and his angered glare slices to me with disdain. “Sit down Miss Munroe. For the next week, I am still your Dean and you will show respect. As for your finances, they are hardly my business. If you cannot afford the fees, then perhaps you’ll be more comfortable in a school suited better to your class.”
Oh, he did not just say that. If I was wearing hoop earrings, they’d be out within seconds.
My blood boils and I find my hands curling into fists, stinging with the need to punch out and slam across his sculpted jaw. The idea of knocking him into next week is way too appealing. If I’m getting kicked out of here then I might as well go with style, right?
I take a step to walk around his desk and he leans back in his chair, for the first time realizing that maybe I’m not the bitch he should be fucking with today. After the weekend I’ve just suffered through, I’ll be damned if I allow another rich, privileged man to walk all over me and make a mockery of who I am. I won’t stand for it anymore.
“Take your seat,” he says slowly. His intentionally low and disapproving tone still not enough to hide the tremor in his voice. I’ve only been here a month and these past few weeks have been more than enough for these boys to realize who I am.
Everyone in Bellevue Springs has heard of The Black Widows from Breakers Flats and just as I knew they would, the rumors have spread far and wide. They know I have the Black Widows protection, they know Dominic Garcia would move heaven and hell just to get to me, and they know their lives wouldn’t be worth living if they were to fuck with me. But unfortunately, there are always a few who think they are the exception. Colton fucking Carrington included.
I take another step and he leans back further. “This is how it’s going to go,” I tell him, loving being back to my roots. “You’re going to reinstate my—”
The phone rings and Dean Simmons launches for it as though it’s some kind of lifeline. “Simmons,” he says, not once taking his eyes off me.
I go to reach for the phone but a cockiness seeps into his eyes and the terror fades away. I pull back, desperate to know what’s going on. From the way his glare shoots back to me, I’d dare say he’s just found out about my morning activities.
“Right,” he says into the phone, his tone suddenly a shitload chirpier. “I’ve got her in my office now, it will be dealt with. We do not tolerate violence in this school.”
The phone slams down and I swallow my pride. He might not have had a good reason to kick me out before but he sure as hell does now. “Miss Munroe,” he starts, tilting his head back toward my seat. “I’d highly suggest that you reel in your attitude before you make matters worse for yourself.”
Well, fuck.
I let out a sigh and slink back toward my chair, the fight completely leaving me. I’m fucked.
“Now,” Simmons starts. “I’m going to pretend that you weren’t about to threaten me and we’ll start this meeting over. This time I’m going to speak and you’re going to listen. For the next five days, you are a student at Bellevue Springs Academy and it is my responsibility to punish students who step out of line. At 8:45 this morning, you violently attacked another student and behavior like that will not be tolerated in my school. This kind of behavior may have been accepted where you are from, but not here. I can not blame you entirely for your poor morals or lack of discipline, the principal and faculty at your old school have clearly set subpar standards for you and your peers. You have given me no other option Miss Munroe, you have to be punished.”
My jaw clenches as I watch him looking more than thrilled to deliver his verdict. My nails press hard into my palms and I take a slow breath, trying to calm the rage pulsing through my body. How did my morning so quickly turn to shit?
“Because you have kindly and happily accepted your transfer, I will do you a favor and not expel you.” His threat is as clear as the smile on his face. If I fight him on this, he’s going to make me suffer. “However, the school board and the parents will not stand for this. The safety of my students is of the utmost importance and I must remove the threat. You leave me no other choice but to suspend you for the entirety of the week.”
