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“I will. I mean, I won’t.” And I mean it.
Exhaustion hits me like a wave, and all I can do is grin like an idiot as she skips off toward the stairs. Delaney just gives me a look that makes me wonder what the hell I just got myself into.
I doze off for a bit, losing time.
Sometime around nine, Myra shows up to bail me out with the money she had to go get from the lockbox I keep hidden in my room, AKA, all of my money. All my money, right down the toilet. That's what I get for taking a risk.
Todd had better come through on the rest.
The court appointed lawyer that I talked to at intake said since it’s my first offense and there was no proof I had anything to do with the drugs, I’d probably get off pretty light. I kind of stopped listening after a point.
Doesn’t feel like I’m getting off easy. I have a court date in a few weeks.
The worry only increases as I check out alone.
Myra had to get back to class and really only did this because she owed me a favor. That, and I’m sure she wants to make sure I get out so she can get paid for coordinating the dancers for the party.
Outside, the bright and breezy day mocks me, accenting just how sour my mouth tastes and how worn out and achy I feel. All I can think about is getting home, showered, and into bed.
Then I’ll undoubtedly have a very uncomfortable conversation with Aunt Rachelle.
I didn’t want to wake her up in the middle of the night, which means she’ll be pissed, and double pissed because I get myself into a colossal disaster. She’s not one to brow beat, but there’s definitely an I-told-you-so in my future.
The dockside station puts me way too far to walk home, so I whip out my phone to call an Uber, and it’s dead. Awesome.
Guess I’ll be walking back to campus to get my car first.
A shiver along my neck sends goosebumps down my arms as I wait for the crosswalk to turn. Someone is watching me. It sounds paranoid, but as I take a couple of extra turns, I know for sure. Not just being watched. Being followed.
Campus is absolutely my best bet. My car, my territory.
I can either lose whoever is following me or head straight to security and ask for an escort to my car. Thank God the school started offering that last year.
Sadly, all it took for them to step up student security was a student getting assaulted.
I catch a glimpse of my pursuer a couple of times, just out of the corner of my eye. He’s good. Keeps his distance. Clearly, they just want to see where I go or I’d be in trouble by now.
Frankly, I’m too tired to try and take a roundabout way to the school.
Which, it turns out, is full of people when I get there, some social, team building festival or fundraising carnival for the football team taking up the entire length of the field out in front of the administration building. Just have to cut through to the parking lot and I can get home.
I’m so ready for today to be over.
The creepy feeling eases as I cut behind a bounce house, through a line of hungry students waiting to get a hotdog, and duck under a couple of beach volleyball nets. Over the divider fence and I see my car.
And campus security waiting beside it.
With the… associate dean?
“Miss Michaels. I was debating whether or not to have your car towed, but it looks like my timing was perfect.”
“Uh. Professor Carson… I don’t understand.”
“This should clear things up.” He hands me an envelope and turns to walk away. “We don’t tolerate illicit substances and criminal activity on this campus, Miss Michaels. Be thankful that the dean left this up to me to handle or you’d be facing a lot more than just expulsion. You are not to return to campus under any circumstances. Good day.”
The cheering voices and shouts fade behind me.
Expulsion.
