(Jalen’s POV)
I jolted upright, dragging Fiona’s dress down to cover her legs as I set her in place.
“f**k!” I muttered.
Marian stood in the doorway, her glare was sharp, piercing into me like broken glass. Two kids hovered behind her, but I recognized Paris, I knew she always sat beside Fiona in class. Her face was filled with worry and she panted as she looked over Marian’s shoulder.
“Professor Jalen?” she called.
“Paris, good thing you’re here. Please get her to her room—I think she had a lot to drink,” I ordered.
She lounged forward, pulling Fiona by the wrist before calling for the boy.
“Jude, a little help please,” she snapped.
“Jude?” his name slipped off my lips. My jaw tightened as I remembered what Fiona had said earlier. I wanted to pounce on him and beat him up so bad t
