Liora’s POV
“Miss Belrose! If you aren’t going to pay attention in class, then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
My cheeks flushed as I turned back to face the teacher, still picking a piece of gum out of my hair. The boy behind me snickered and sank down in his chair as I stammered to explain what had happened—to no avail.
“No more fooling around, Miss Belrose.” The professor picked up his chalk and turned back to the board. “One more slip-up, and you’ll be facing detention again.”
I clenched my jaw but said nothing—just picked up my pencil and continued taking my notes. But all throughout the rest of class, the boy behind me and his stupid little friends kept throwing wads of paper at my feet, snapping my bra straps, and yanking on my ponytail.
By the end of class,
