Chapter 8 The Club

Dawn’s Point of View

I had my pencil stuck between my lips, thinking about what to do next with the math problem that was about to take my life.

“My cross multiplication is correct here.” I double checked my workings, flipping to the first page to see just what exactly I was doing wrong. “If all these are correct, then why is the final answer negative?”

I brooded again before finally deciding to tear out the page and begin a new work. Just as I was scribbling on my note, the paper was yanked from my grasp. My eyes snapped up in surprise, and the moment I met the blue eyes and the blonde hair that belonged to Dorothy, my frown deepened.

Fuck.

“What is the poor girl scribbling?” She mocked, her eyes scanning the paper in her hands with a thick disdain. “I don’t think you would have any use for this.”

She tossed my notebook behind her back carelessly, and my eyes searched for it, trying to take note of where it landed.

“What the hell!” I quickly got out of the chair, but Juniper kicked me in the shin, and the pain sent me back to the chair. I grabbed my leg, hissing in pain.

“Fuck.” I cursed, my eyes darting around. A crowd had begun to gather, not that any of them would help me or stop them from hitting me.

“You go, girls!” Some of them were already cheering. “Teach that poor fuck a lesson.”

“A little bird told me you suspended Logan,” Dorothy asked, staring down at her perfectly manicured nails. She outstretched her fingers once more, admiring herself.

She was beautiful, and she knows it; she might be a bad person, but I’ve always admired the fact that she carried herself with practiced elegance.

If princesses existed, she would be the perfect example of one.

“Just because he had a little fight on ice.” She reached for a loose strand of my hair. “Fighting isn’t a foul in the game; you’re the president, you should know it.”

“And is harassment a conduct of the school, yet you do it anyway.” I retorted sharply. Dorothy froze slightly, her eyes darted towards her minions.

A bunch of spineless fools who follow her around to do all her dirty work.

“You have to cancel his suspension.” She folded her arms, glaring at me, like I was nothing but a chewed-up gum stuck underneath her shoes. “You know what happens when you cross us.”

“I’m not going to cancel it.”

“Do you want us to lose or something? Are you so jealous of Logan that you would go so far as to ruin his career?”

“This isn’t about ruining his career.” I snapped, banging my hands on the table. “And why do you always have to come around fighting for him?”

The whole class became silent, all eyes on us.

“Is he your child? Do you have to baby him around? If he wants to be reinstated, then he should face me like a man, and stop cowardly hiding behind cheerleaders who forgot their jobs are just dance.”

Dorothy gasped loudly.

“Roast!” Landon muttered; some of the guys in the class mocked Dorothy now, since the tables had turned.

I got up again, grabbed my textbooks from the table, rushed off to pick up my book from the floor, and I dusted it before slamming it with the rest in my bag.

I sent a glare in Dorothy’s direction once more, before leaving the classroom.

My heart slammed hard against my chest. I definitely said too much, I did too much, and I know those girls so well; they would definitely come for revenge.

I don’t know when next I’m going to be snatched off the street, shoved into the booth of a car, or the next time my head will be dunked in the toilet bowl of the bathroom.

And it’s different from before, because they didn’t know where I lived, I could just escape home, what do I do now that my home is the home of the very boy that wants me dead?

“Kingsley!” My body froze the moment I heard my name, but I soon relaxed as I was reminded that only the teachers addressed the students by their last names in the school.

I turned back slightly, and to my surprise, it was the principal himself, and he didn’t seem to be in a good mood.

“Good morning, sir.” I wobbled back towards him, clutching my books to my chest. He had a dissatisfied look on his face as those dull grey eyes scanned me. “Are you trying to run away from school.

“No, I wasn’t.”

Yes, I definitely was.

“Come with me.” He said and then turned on his heels. I followed him almost immediately, my brain trying to make a thousand and four reasons why the principal would be looking for me.

“I used to think you were a diligent student.” He started as he reached for the fridge in his office, he took out a bottle of water, before strolling to his table. “Have a seat.”

I hesitated for a moment before I reached for the visitor’s chair in front of the table, and sat down on one of them.

“I’m sorry, Mr. McKenzie.” I started in an unsure voice. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re one of the best students the school has had, despite coming from such a humble background, and I’m sure you know what that means.” He continued. “High competition from your colleagues, and sometimes bullying.”

I was still unable to understand what he meant.

“Since you had all the good characteristics of a good student, I expected you to do everything you could to stay away from some shameful situations.” He leaned forward. “I understand how difficult it might be to get by, but none of that should warrant you getting into a club.”

“Club?” I asked in confusion.

“And don’t try to deny it and act like I’m stupid.” He snapped. “I have the video to prove that it was indeed you.”