Chapter58
WYNTER I paced the length of the sitting room in my mansion for what felt like the hundredth time, the marble floor cool beneath my bare feet. Whitney and Courtney sat on the long velvet sofa, watching me like nervous spectators while I replayed the fight in my head over and over again. None of us could believe what had just happened. “Suspended,” I scoffed, throwing my hands in the air. “Can you believe that?” Whitney grimaced. “Apparently some of the students told the principal what happened,” she said carefully. My eyes flashed. “Oh, I’m sure they did,” I snapped. “Convenient how they all forgot the part where she had her filthy hands all over my man.” Courtney nodded immediately. “Exactly. Siri started that.” “Right?” I said, grateful for the agreement. “She started it by throwing he
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