(Isabella)
The whole class’s attention was firmly locked on me, but I felt unfazed by their stares and whispered comments. Standing my ground against Jacklyn was no small feat—but I had done it, and frankly, I didn’t give a damn about the fallout.
Jacklyn rose to his feet, a slow clap echoing through the room as he approached me. “Bravo!” he commended, a grin lighting up his face. “You know, no one’s ever dared to put me on my ass before,” he said, amusement glinting in his eyes.
“Stay here one more second, and I’ll do it again,” I threatened, fire in my voice.
Instead of backing off, he leaned closer, invading my space with that irritating smirk. “Well, one second has elapsed, darling. What are you going to do now?”
My eyes narrowed, burning with fury. But then his words rang in my
