“Are you saying you’re not in a relationship with the woman?” Miss Anderson asked.
“No.”
“Then why would she do this,” the principal asked, frowning.
I buttoned down on the anger raging inside me and looked at the two people in front of me. “Because we have past history that hadn’t gone the way she wanted. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to nip this in the bud before it can go viral.”
Mr Stevens stood. “We’ve also contacted our IT department, they looking into the best way to kill this before it festers. I am sad to say that this might impact your relationship with the students and their parents, Mr Sinclair.”
“Let’s look at options to handle that. I need to make a few phone calls first.” Leaving them to chat, I tried Levana’s phone. It went straight to voicemail. Cian’s as well. Fists clenching and unclenching, I paced the hallway outside Steven’s office. Yet again, Sandra had managed to worm her way into my life just when it was at a crucial point. I tried Levana’s number again. Voicemail. I just had to wait for her
Chapter 43 - Levana
Have you ever watchedthose high school movies where the main female character arrives at school and everyone’s looking at her weirdly, like she’d just fucked a teacher? Well, if you haven’t, that’s exactly how I felt now as I walked through the hallways of our school. With each step I grew increasingly uncomfortable to the point I expected Principal Stevens to come charging out of his office at any moment and accuse me of sleeping with Saint.
Only that never happened and by the time I reached my locker, I felt my sweat glands explode. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was dripping from every possible orifice in my body.
“What’s up with everyone?” Cian was looking over her shoulder as she approached me. “Did you grow a tail over Spring break,” she asked when her eyes met mine.
“So, its not only me who noticed the strange looks, then?” I glanced down the hallway and even while students were filing into their classes, they stared at me.
“You think someone found about you and you know who?” Immediate worry crossed over her smiling face.
“We’ve been careful,” I mumbled, suddenly unsure. Since returning yesterday evening, I hadn’t seen Saint yet and dad wasn’t home either. Once Eli left for school, I took dad’s car and drove myself. Only, the excitement at seeing Saint faded into oblivion as my mind worked overtime with chaotic suggestions about why I was receiving disgusting looks.
When I entered the classroom, I stumbled on the threshold and Cian gripped my shoulder. “You okay, Lee,” she asked before her gaze followed my line of sight. All the students including Miss Scott, our homeroom teacher, were looking at me, their faces ranging in expressions. “Jeez, talk about creepy. This is straight out of a scene fromThe Faculty,” she whispered referring to a movie about aliens invading the bodies of high schoolers.
Biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud, I walked further into the class amid soft whispers. Tension weighed heavy on my shoulders, and it took every ounce of willpower not to turn tail and run.
The second I dropped into my seat, Samantha turned around to look at me, one of her perfectly shaped brows lifting. “It’s no wonder you’re such an ace in history. Teacher’s pet?”
Her words like a hard slap, I flinched. “What—”
A knock at the door put a halt to my shocked screech. At the sight of Principal Stevens, silence stole over the class, their attention fixed on the doorway as he spoke quietly to Miss Scott. An itch I couldn’t quite scratch began to roll over my skin. The earlier tension now slowly starting to make my stomach hurt. I stared at my fingers watching them clench then unclench repeatedly. What did Samantha mean by teacher’s pet? Did they find out about Saint and me?
“Miss Singh,” Miss Scott’s voice pulled my surprised gaze back to her face. The click of her black heels, the only sound in the room, she walked toward me. My heart jump into my throat and I heard my breathing speed up. Her eyes, usually a sparkling soft brown, was now sympathetic, leaving me further unsettled. The need to cower away from her and the rest of the class, quickly grew.
