a shady bastard.” I tear my gaze away from Spencer and watch as he relaxes out of the corner of my eye. I look back at Charlie to find suspicion on his face. “Really,” I insist. “We’re all good. Spencer decided to take it upon himself to do Colton’s bidding on Saturday night and it didn't exactly pan out well.”
“Oh, is that it?” Charlie says with a relieved sigh that’s also filled with a hint of jealousy. He turns to Spencer. “Thanks a lot, bro. You could have put in a good word for me instead.”
“Fuck off, man. You’ve already sealed the deal with her and seeing as though she’s not falling at your feet, I’d dare say that ship has sailed. Move over, you know Colton is going to be her end game.”
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.”