Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
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 wanting to disturb him during homeroom, I make my way down to my locker and pull out the few things that I’ve stored here for the past few weeks. It’s not much but I’m not about to leave it all behind.
I shove everything into my bag and haul it onto my back before walking out the gates and not looking back.
I bypass the student parking lot and just as they always do, my eyes fly to Colton’s parking space, only today, there’s no charcoal Veneno. I wasn’t expecting him to show up after everything that happened over the past few days, but not seeing him kinda sucks and I hate that. After the way he pushed me away, I should be hating on him. I should be figuring out a way to make him hurt just like he did to me. I should be angry, but I’m not. I’m sad. I’m sad for all the things we missed out on, I’m sad for the joy I know I would have felt being in his arms, but mostly, I’m sad for the way I know I could have loved him.
I try to put it to the back of my head as I walk out through the student parking lot and onto the main road. I hate walking home, but today, walking is better than waiting around and risking the possibility of running into Dean Simmons.
I can’t believe that fucker suspended me. I mean, it’s not as though this is my first suspension. This will be my seventh … or maybe it’s my eighth. I don’t know, but for some reason, this one hits home a little too hard. It’s never good news when you’re being suspended—I know I completely deserved it—but knowing that this is Dean Simmons taking the easy way out doesn’t sit well with me.
I don’t know what I’m so upset about. It’s not as though I actually like this school. My time here has been complete bullshit. I’ve been discriminated against because of my gender, my class, and my lack of wealth, while also being sexually harassed every fucking day by students and staff. If anything, I should be seeking therapy, but all I want right now is to cry.
If Charles was still here, that wouldn't have happened. He would have been in Dean Simmons’ office and put that fucker in his place. Heaven knows it wouldn’t be because he had a sweet spot for me, but because it would have been another opportunity to assert his power. Either way, it would have resulted in me being left the hell alone.