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.”
Shit.
“I suggest that you make your way to your locker and clear out your things as you will have no other reason to return to Bellevue Springs Academy.”
Mom is going to kill me, and not just a stern talking to type of killing me, but the full-on dig a grave type of killing. This is not going to end well for me.
I let out a groan and don’t bother saying a word. My back is against the wall and I have nowhere to run. No matter what I say or do, I’m only going to make it worse. I can’t afford to go to the girls' school and I sure as hell won't be accepted into a public school after the shit that’s listed in my records. BHA is my only option. I won’t be able to graduate without it unless I was to go home and go back to Breakers Flats High, but that’s not an option, not anymore.
It's already been decided, no surprise there. In this world, the poor girl from Breakers Flats is worthless. I can't fight my way through this no matter how much I want to. It took a Carrington to put this fucker on a leash. Without the name behind me ... I'm finished.
I get up out of my chair and don’t miss the way Dean Simmons’ eyes tighten, unsure what move I’m about to make, but I’m done. I’m done fighting for equality in this stupid school, I'm done fighting for respect, and I’m done trying to be seen as anything more than just a pussy with a nice set of tits.
I walk out of his office and slam the door behind me without a single word, feeling completely deflated. Despite this school being a complete joke, it was an opportunity that a girl from Breakers Flats would only come across once in a million years. This was my step up in the world, and I blew it. I had the chance of making something of myself and now I’m going to be another statistic. Just another girl who didn’t finish school and ended up pregnant, married, and depressed.
As I walk out into the hall, I find it empty and realize that the homeroom bell must have already rung. Disappointment spreads through me. I would have loved to have seen Milo and told him what’s going on but it’ll be fine. I’m sure he’ll have something to say about it and as soon as the last bell rings, he’ll be barging his way into the pool house and demanding answers.
Not