Free Web NovelChapter 38: The Dean’s Office
Ella’s POV:
As I sat there, waiting for the suspect of the hour to make his grand entrance, he finally did. Jason strolled into the room with that same confident swagger, but something was off. I half-expected to see his signature smirk—the one he’d throw my way whenever he was about to pull something reckless or had already done it. That look that said, *I’m up to no good and you’ll have to deal with it*. But it didn’t come. Not today.
One thing I’ve always prided myself on is being a damn good reader of people. And right now, my gut was telling me Jason didn’t do it. Sure, he had the charm and the reputation to pull off something like this, but the energy wasn’t right. There was no smugness in his eyes, no glee that would accompany ruining someone’s life for fun. Yet... there was something. He knew something. He was too composed, too aware. My gut said he wasn’t guilty of starting this, but he wasn’t completely innocent either. Not like Max and Dylan, who walked in looking like they had just been blindsided by the rumors. Their confusion was genuine; they didn’t have a clue about the chaos unfolding.
Jason, though? There was a flicker in his eyes. Guilt? Maybe. Knowledge? Definitely. He knew something, and he wasn’t saying it. The silence between us stretched, thick and electric, as we locked eyes. It felt like we were both searching for answers in that moment—me trying to decipher how deep his involvement went, and him trying to figure out if I was onto him. frёewebηovel.cѳm
That split second of tension wrapped us up in something beyond the situation. It wasn’t just about the rumor, the flyers, or the humiliation anymore. It was like we were seeing past all of that, into something... deeper. Maybe darker. He had secrets, and I could feel them hovering just beneath the surface.
Then Max’s voice cut through the moment, calling out to Jason, and just like that, the spell broke. The tether between us snapped, leaving behind only a lingering feeling that something was left unsaid, unfinished.
Whatever it was, this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. And as much as I hated to admit it, a part of me was almost... excited. Excited to figure out what game he was playing and how I could beat him at it. He might think he’s clever, but he’s never met someone like me. I wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
And then Amber walked in. Bingo. We have a winner. The stupid bimbo practically screamed, I did it with that wicked, self-satisfied grin plastered on her face. Her mood seemed sour at first when she stepped into the classroom, but the second her eyes landed on me, they lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. Glee. Pure, unfiltered glee. She was definitely behind it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.
I could feel my blood simmering as she strutted in, smug and careless as ever. Well, well, well, Amber, I thought. You really think you’re something, don’t you? I wasn’t a person who thrived on hatred—it’s not in my nature—but Amber? She pushed every single button I had. She made it impossible not to loathe her. She was spoiled rotten, with parents who seemed to forget that discipline was a thing, and now I guess the universe decided I’d be the one to teach her some lessons. Whether I liked it or not.
As much as I despised confrontation, Amber had gone too far. The flyers, the rumors... this wasn’t just some petty drama. This was character assassination, and I wasn’t about to sit back and let her get away with it. Sure, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about adding her to my growing list of problems. Jason was already enough to deal with, especially after yesterday—those memories still lingered in the back of my mind, much to my frustration. I was still trying to balance between my quiet, lonely existence and the hurricane that had become my life. Now, with Amber thrown into the mix? It was like the universe wanted me to shine bright, whether I liked it or not.
But here’s the thing: I wasn’t going to let Amber or anyone else pull me into the spotlight just to tear me down. If she wanted a war, she’d get one. But it would be on my terms, and I wouldn’t go down without taking her with me. For now, though, I’d keep my cool. Let her think she’s won. Let her bask in the glory of her petty victory. The real fight was just getting started, and when I was done with her, she’d wish she had never messed with me in the first place.
Alright, Amber, I thought, eyes narrowing slightly as I met her smug gaze. Game on.
Amber kept tabs on me the entire class, her eyes constantly darting my way, expecting—no, hoping—for me to break down. Well, she was in for a long wait because I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Let her watch all she wants. I’d built my walls high and thick, and today wasn’t the day they were coming down.
The guys in class were... well, stupid, to say the least. Some of them kept making obscene gestures, mimicking things they thought were funny—motioning for me to pretend to suck them off, making crude comments about how much I’d charge for a "session." So mature, right? I kept my face straight, refusing to give any of their garbage even a fraction of my attention. They could do their disgusting pantomimes right in front of me for all I cared. They weren’t worth my energy.
But not everyone was unaffected. I noticed Jason out of the corner of my eye, hands clenched into tight fists every time one of the guys pulled their idiotic stunts. His knuckles were almost white from the pressure, and his jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscles twitching. He was pissed—really pissed. And for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why.
Why is he so worked up? I wondered. It’s not like this is happening to him. I was the one in the crosshairs, the one personally targeted by this whole mess. He was just... Jason. The guy who teased me relentlessly. The one who, more often than not, had no issue seeing me squirm.
And yet, here he was, seething every time some idiot tried to provoke me. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Amber, of course, was still playing her role as the class snoop, casting glances my way every few minutes, her stupid grin plastered across her face. She was practically waiting for me to crack. Her smirk screamed "I won." But that wasn’t going to happen—not today, not ever. I’d mastered the art of endurance, of holding my own no matter what crap was thrown my way. Her little victory was temporary. I’d let her revel in it for now because when the time came, she’d realize that this was far from over.
For now, though, I focused on keeping my head held high, pretending nothing could touch me. Because in a way, it couldn’t—not really. Not as long as I refused to let it.
As the class ended, I picked up my bags and headed to my next lecture. Thank goodness I only had three classes today; I couldn’t handle any more drama. Soon, I’d be out of here, free from the noise, the rumors, and definitely from Amber’s self-righteous gloating. I plugged in my earphones and cranked up the music, letting the rhythm drown out the chaos around me. Perfect. Four hours to go, two classes left, and then a shift at work—yay me. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my day.
I navigated the crowded hallways, my mind racing with the chaos that had unfolded recently. The three musketeers—Jason, Max, and Dylan—were trailing behind me, but I couldn’t care less. They could discuss their sports and girl troubles while I tried to keep my head above water. Just as I reached the door to my next class, a voice cut through the noise.
"Ella Kingsley! Get to the dean’s office now!"
Great. Just what I needed—a summons to the dean. I felt the three amigos halt behind me, their confusion palpable as they realized I was veering off course. I barely had time to process it before I turned on my heel, marching toward the office. I couldn’t help but feel their eyes on my back, probably exchanging whispers about what could possibly have gone wrong now.
I pushed the door open to the dean’s office, bracing myself for whatever awaited me. Would it be about the rumors? Would they ask me about the flyers? Or were they going to scold me for something entirely different? I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The office was dimly lit, filled with the faint smell of coffee and paper. The dean looked up from her desk, a mix of concern and curiosity in her expression.
"Ella Kingsley," she said, motioning for me to sit down. "I’ve heard some concerning things about you." ƒгeewebnovёl.com
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. Here we go. I sat down and fixed my gaze on her, ready to defend myself against whatever accusations she might throw my way.
