Her lips curved into a smirk. “Not at all. Just wondering how a student assistant suddenly gets access to every locker room on campus.”
“Tiffany,” the Dean warned her with an accompanying glare.
Jaxon’s also gave her a warning, “You’re pushing it.”
“Oh, please,” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. “You’re really going to defend her, Jaxon? Everyone knows she’s only with you for attention.”
I was not having it anymore, I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping the floor. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Tiffany leaned back with her arms crossed. “I know enough, you were an invisible nerd until you started hanging around Jaxon. Now suddenly, you want to belong which is why you stole my jacket."
The Dean’s voice snapped like a whip. “Enough! both of you.”
I sank back into the chair, shakin
