CHAPTER SEVEN
(LET THE GAME BEGIN)
Tristan's POV
I drove out of the school compound with rage. I had never been more embarrassed all my life. I was always idolized by everyone. Not only did that weirdo confront me, she dared to slap me and stomp on me. Did she not know who I am?
I was more angry at the fact that dad couldn't even do a thing about it. I had stomped to his office in anger to report that girl to him and have her punished but what I heard from him threw me off-balance.
"You'll have to overlook this one, Tristan. That girl is not a match for you. I can't punish or expel her either." Dad had told me.
"What!" I shouted with anger. "A girl hit me Dad! How do you expect me to let it slide? Who is she that you can't expel her? I'm..."
Dad interrupted me with annoyance.
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