damn thing wrong. I’ve been a perfect student.”
Dean Simmons scoffs and it’s a sound that grates on every single one of my nerves. “You have distracted my students. Since you started yesterday, there have been fights in the parking lot, one of my star students has a fractured arm and two black eyes, my coach is going to have x-rays done on his chest, and now I find you strutting around my quad in nothing but a towel. These boys are here to learn, not to be distracted by your sexuality.”
I throw myself out of my chair and stand before him. “What a load of shit. First off, your star student is rocking two black eyes because he tried to attack me in my bedroom last night, and for the record, you’d be a fool to assume I could inflict that sort of damage. He came to me in the parking lot while also sending me death threats but I’m guessing that’s just going to be looked over because I’m a female and around here that counts for nothing. Your coach is a fucking pervert along with the rest of your students and if I had the cash behind me, your coach would be held up in a sexual harassment case for so long he’d never see a field again in his life. Not to mention I’m still a minor so that’s only looking worse for him. Besides, it’s not my fault the dickhead can’t catch a soccer ball.”
“Watch your tone, young lady,” he snaps, clearly not taking kindly to threats. “You’re making a mockery of my school.”
“You’re doing that all on your own if you can’t already see the issues lying within your school. It’s you that chooses to do nothing. I wonder what Charles Carrington would think of that?”
Dean Simmons’ eyes widen a fraction before the anger takes over. I smile to myself. That was a long shot, but it paid off. Charles Carrington is an important man around here, and judging by Dean Simmons’ reaction, he either owns the place or is on the board. “Don’t push me, Oceania. You’re already walking a thin line. I have a ‘three warnings and you’re out’ rule and today, you’ve pushed through two.”
“That’s bullshit. I haven’t done anything.”
“I’ve just sent my coach to the hospital for x-rays,” he reminds me. “Did you or did you not kick a ball into his chest.”
“I did.”
“And are you not strutting around my school in nothing but a towel when I have over five hundred young men trying to concentrate on their studies?”
I see red. “My clothes and belongings were stolen from the bathroom while I was showering after PE. I can hardly be blamed for that. In fact, I want to report a theft. I still haven’t received my belongings back.”
“That’s a tall story, Oceania,” he growls, “and I will not put up with it. My students are outstanding young men of this community and do not take part in these ridiculous little stunts.”
This is just getting absurd. No matter what I say, I’m always going to be the one in the wrong. Hell, I’m sure had Jude actually gotten his hands on me, that would have been my fault too.
I shake my head in astonishment and scoff at how pathetic this little meeting has been. “I’m out,” I say, making sure Milo’s shirt is pulled all the way down before abandoning the used towel on Dean Simmons’ office floor.
I head for the door. “I am not finished with you, Oceania Munroe.”
“Well, I’m more than finished here.”
“I only accepted your admission because of your connection to Carrington. If you walk out that door I will not hesitate to terminate your enrollment.”
Fuck that. I don’t care if this embarrasses Charles, or if Mom has an issue with it, I’m not sticking around a second longer. I’m sure once Mom calms down and lets me explain, she’ll be more than on my side. Most of the time, she’s all about shutting up and doing what you have to do to get by, but sometimes the line of what’s acceptable gets crossed and she’ll never expect me to just take it like that. No doubt this means she’s going to hear all about what happened with Jude yesterday and that’s only going to worry her. She already has too much on her plate to worry about bullshit like that.
I can only imagine how Nic is going to handle this. Maybe it’s best to keep this one