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.
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