Ivy was pleasedwith how the class had gone, unorthodox as her lesson had been. Tristan’s suggestion had panned out—the students seemed tofinallyunderstand Bayesian statistics.
Ivy was less pleased when she stepped into the hallway after everyone had left and saw Zeke waiting for her.
Here it comes, she thought.The apology.
Ivy was working out what to say—slowly, on account of her head still being a little fuzzy—when the angry little shit came forward.
“What did you do?”
Okay, so no apology forthcoming.
“Mr.Godfrey—”
Zeke stepped toward her.
“You said I was cheating? I didn’t cheat. Who the hell would I cheat off, anyway?”
“Mr.Godfrey, I don’t know what—”
“It was Becky, wasn’t it? That bitch was pissed I wouldn’t go out with her, so she lied and said I cheated.”
Last night, Zeke had been drunk. Sober today. But the look in his eyes was the same.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, you do. I don’t think you understand who I am. My father donates millions to this university.Millions.”
Ivy glanced up and down the hallway. All the other classes in Fine Hall had let out—they were alone. And Zeke was standing within two feet of her.
There was nowhere for Ivy to go.
“You think your daddy was pretty important, don’t you? You think because you are his daughter, the daughter of this big math wizard, that you’re safe? Because ofmath?”
Ivy had been scared at the bar; now she was terrified.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Zeke continued. “You’re going to go back to that weasel Dr.Moorehead and you’re going to tell him that you made a mistake. You’re going to tell him—”
The door opened behind Ivy and she jumped.
“Dr.Reeves?” It was Tristan. She moved aside, not realizing that she’d backed up nearly to the classroom door. “Everything okay here?”
Zeke was bigger than Tristan. Thicker through the chest and arms—barely, but still. But when their eyes met, it was Zeke who backed down first.
“Remember what I said,” Zeke hissed and scurried off.
“What the hell was that all about?” Tristan asked.
Ivy was too rattled to answer.
“The cheating, right? Did you go to Dr.Moorehead?”
Still, Ivy remained silent. She was trembling. Hated the fact that she’d let the entitled brat get to her but couldn’t help it. That look.
Now, a full blown shudder coursed through her.
“Hey, you gonna be okay?”
Ivy finally snapped to.
