My phone started buzzing again. "Are you going to answer it?" "I don't recognize the number." "Well, maybe it's the dean." "That's kind of what I'm afraid of." "Answer it. Aren't you curious about why class is canceled?" I knew why it was canceled. Because there were two lying whores out there making up stories about my boyfriend. But I was curious. "Okay." I swiped my finger across the screen. "Hello?" "Penny Taylor?" It was a female's voice. "Speaking." "This is Becca from the dean of student's office. Dean Vespelli needs to talk to you. Hold for one moment please." There was a clicking noise. And then I heard a man clear his throat. "Is this Penny?" "Yes." "Penny, this is Dean Vespelli." "How can I help you?" He laughed. "You can't really. I'm calling to tell you that the

