Lucy’s POV
Four hours. That was all I had before facing the Dean—and now this. The pictures. My only hope had been Adrian, but I’d thrown that away. I’d left him, stupidly, angrily, obsessing over a stupid bag when we should have been preparing for my hearing.
The evidence. The recording. It was on his phone.
How was I supposed to face him now? Would he even listen after I shut him out, after I stormed off, after I made it clear I wanted distance? And now those pictures with Daniel… God. Even if I could explain, would he believe me?
I bit my lip until I tasted blood. If I lost my scholarship, I’d lose everything. The only reason I was in this school was because of it. If they stripped it away, I’d be nothing.
My mind spun in circles; everything was a blur. I didn’t remember when I fi
