“There’s no medical record of it.”
“Should you be looking at my confidential medical records?” I asked him as my head tilted to the side.
“I am your dean.”
“You are, but you’re not my doctor.”
We sat in silence for a long, drawn-out moment as he tried to think of a reason to be looking at my medical records, and I sat smugly, knowing he’d already fucked himself and whatever bullshit reason I was here for.
“If you admit to the crime, I will not penalize you.” He started to talk again, and I covered my snort with a fake cough.
“What crime are we talking about?” I asked casually as I watched him. For being a bald man, he had the bushiest eyebrows I’d ever seen. Did he know what hair trimmers were?
“Vandalizing school property.”
“Who did?” I asked him with wide eyes.
“Don’t mess me about, son,” he snapped.
“See, I’m not your son,” I reminded him. “I’m Kerr Santo’s son, and Kerr Santo and my uncle, Kage Santo, are actually sons of the sons of the sons.” I paused and pretended to count on my fingers. “Great-great-granddad, great granddad, granddad, dad, and me, so . . . sons of the sons of the sons, yeah, anyway, my family built this college.”
“I know who your ancestors are,” Dean Porter snapped.
“Okay, I wasn’t sure.” I grinned.
“I also recall you and your brother adamantly swearing you were good enough to get in here on your own merit without using your family connections,” he said to me with scorn.
“I have a four-point-oh average, and Gray has a three point nine. The school’s admission policy is three point seven. Ourmeritis just fine.” This was bullshit. “Why am I in here?”
“You drew graffiti on school property.”
“My dad’s building, you mean?” I just wanted to fuck with him now.
“I’m warning you,” he said as he leaned forward angrily.
“I didn’t do shit,” I retorted. “Even if I did, there’s fuck all you can do about it.” Standing, I looked down at him. “Get proofnext time before you try and pull this shit.” Striding to the door, I looked over my shoulder. “Have a good afternoon,sir.”
I closed the door more forcefully than I should have and was leaving the office when I saw her sitting there, looking small and timid. Ava wasn’t small or timid. Why was she here?
“Why are you here?” I asked across the office floor.
Seeing me, her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “Not sure. You?”
“Bullshit.”
“Tried to blame you for the chairs or the tag?” Ava looked at me knowingly.
I huffed in derision. “Both, I think.” I shrugged carelessly.
“But you were seen last night,” Ava said with a sly smile. “At a bar and then a party.” She nodded in admiration. “Alibi. Clever.”
“Or we could just be innocent?” I said as I raised my hands in front of me.
Ava’s head tilted to the side as she looked at me. “I don’t think you’re capable of knowing the word.”
My tongue ran over my teeth as I looked away from her. I recalled the sweet taste of her pussy on my fingers, and looking back at her, I watched as her cheeks flushed. “Maybe not,” I murmured. Without another word, I left her sitting there.
Outside, I texted the group chat.
