side comes out and for once I’m actually grateful for it. “Who the fuck did this?” he demands, glaring around the circle and coming to the same conclusion I had as he stops on Jude. “You’re going to go down for this.”
Jude scoffs, his lips pulling up in a sneer. “Fuck off, Rinaldi. This has nothing to do with you.”
“She’s my fucking friend and you just tried to humiliate her in front of five hundred horny teenage boys. What’s your fucking game?” he demands, peeling off his shirt and handing it back to me. “You couldn’t follow through on your sick plan to attack her last night so you hoped someone else would do it today? You’re fucking pathetic, man. Grow the fuck up.”
Jude launches forward and the closer he gets, the clearer his bruises become. “I told you to stay the fuck out of it,” Jude snarls as Milo grabs my arm and tugs me away from Colton’s cold glare.
“Or what?” Milo scoffs. “You can’t fucking touch me and you know it. So what else could you possibly do? You’ve backed yourself into a corner. Are you going to go run to Daddy and hope he can help? But remember, to do that, you’d have to tell him exactly what it is you did.”
Fury ripples over Jude’s features and I watch as Charlie and Spencer subtly move in by his side, ready to hold him back if he plans on fucking shit up. “Oceania Munroe,” my name is hollered, somehow heard loudly over the noise. I glance around and within moments, the crowd starts to part.
Dean Simmons walks through the bodies and when he reaches the front of the circle, he stares at me with a dangerous glare. “Get in my office now.”
Well shit.
Chapter 9
Milo steps to the left, blocking Dean Simmons’ view of me and quickly grabs his shirt from my hand as students begin scattering away. He bunches the shirt in his hands, finding the opening before slipping it over my head so I don’t have to take my hands off the towel and risk it dropping to the ground in front of all these guys.
“Thanks,” I murmur as I go to step around him, but he stops me as he takes my hand. With practiced ease, he drops a set of keys into my hand. “Get out of here. As soon as you’re done with Simmons, take my car and go. Sticking around here isn’t going to do you any favors.”
My eyes meet his, searching for some kind of answers. Handing over your most beloved car isn’t exactly something people do on the regular where I’m from, so to me, this is a huge fucking deal. “Are you sure? How will you get home?”
“I can hitch a ride back to your place to get my car after school,” he says, squeezing my hand with an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Oceania,” Dean Simmons scolds, clearly not fond of being kept waiting.
I glance up at Milo one more time before letting out a breath and stepping away. Dean Simmons turns on his heel instantly, and I don’t miss the way that Colton, Jude, Charlie, and Spencer all watch me stalk off.
Despite Milo’s shirt coming down to my knees, walking through the school to get to Dean Simmons’ office is still humiliating. Knowing that beneath this shirt is nothing but a towel and my nakedness is very off-putting. I’d do anything to be happily dressed in my usual school uniform with a bra and panties keeping all my bits warm.
I follow Dean Simmons right up to his office door where he stands and waves me through with a heavy scowl. “Take a seat.”
I swallow back my fear. Why do I feel like I’m about to get in a ton of shit for doing absolutely nothing? Hell, I’m the freaking victim in this situation. I do as I’m told and drop down into the seat opposite his mahogany desk. “Is there something I can help you with?” I question, watching him stride through his ostentatious office toward his desk chair.
He doesn’t respond for a while just stares with his brow cocked. “You’ve caused quite the drama in my school over the past two days.”
My brows fly up and I struggle to keep the disdain off my face. “Umm … excuse me?” I say, unable to keep the incredulous laugh from bubbling up my throat. “You’re going to have to explain that one to me because I’ve not done a