~Elena~
Professor Langford stood there like a goddamn hall monitor on steroids, arms crossed, eyes drilling into me while she waited for an answer that was never coming.
I was done.
“Get the f**k out of my way, ma’am,” I snarled. I shoved her hard—both hands slamming into her shoulders, papers flying everywhere as she stumbled back a step. My palms were still sticky from earlier.
“You do not have any proof regarding what you’re saying,” I spat, stepping right up into her face now. “Or do you wanna f**k him? Is that what this is? You jealous some student got what you’ve been dying to beg for? Huh? You hear a little moaning and suddenly you’re playing detective? Back the f**k off before I make this your problem.”
She caught herself against the wall, eyes wide with shock for half a seco
