The Risks of Love

Chapter 4

Rose's POV

As we reached the office, my heart was beating a mile a minute. This wasn't the first time I had been called to the principal's office during my five years of studying in university but now that someone is involved in the mess I've created, I couldn't help myself from having cold feet.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. You may go back to your class. Don't worry about me." Tyler reassured me as he stood infront of the office and as he was about to enter.

"Come on. Go to your class. I don't need a babysitter. I can deal with things on my own." I glared at him playfully and walked away reluctantly. I was contemplating staying or going back as I took each step away from the office.

"Rosalind Taylor! Your presence is requested in the infirmary." I rolled my eyes as the speaker called out to me. Looks like I can't wait for Tyler. I walked away and made my way to the infirmary, wondering why they would need me there since I am not a medical student.

As I entered, I could hear someone sobbing with three figures turning thier backs to me. There was a nurse, a man and a woman. The man looked pretty tall and I could say he was in his mid-fifties by the color of his greyish hair. Next to him stood a lady in a very revealing dress. Maybe she is the daughter of the man standing next to her.

I rolled my eyes when an annoying voice whined about how some bitch called Rosalind did these shits to her.

"Well, isn't it nice to hear you compliment me, Stacy?" I said as I leaned over the wall and watched everyone turns their heads towards me.

Oops, I've made a mistake. The lady was much older than I've expected. Looking at her features, I could tell she was Stacy's mom but her dress on the other hand made her look like... Stacy's sister. I am not sure if it's a good thing that she was willing to dress that way to look younger but to me, it made her look like a whore. Where would have Stacy got her genes from?

I walked towards the bed where Stacy was lying and stared at the state, she was in. Her make-up was a total mess, if it weren't for her annoying voice, I wouldn't have recognized who she was.

"What are you doing here, bitch?!" "Looks like I do wonders when it comes to crying babies. Look, she stopped crying and whined about her miserable life the moment she saw me." Stacy was fuming with anger and I enjoyed every second of it.

"Miss Taylor, what is the meaning of this? Don't you think my daughter deserves an apology after what she has gone through?" I barely managed to control myself from bursting out in laughter as Stacy's father voiced his thoughts.

"Oh, so you asked for my presence here to apologize to someone who created this mess and disaster to herself?" I said, crossing my arms.

"Shut up! We don't have time to listen to your poor excuse, so apologize. Maybe then we can consider letting you off the hook." Stacy's mom sneered at me, making me roll my eyes.

"It's my first encounter with you guys but it's really fascinating to see that you guys know so much about me. I am the one who was called here to fucking apologize for the thing I haven't done, wasting my time and you're telling me you haven't got time. So, did you visit this school to just ask a teenager to apologize in order to fill the ego you couldn't satisfy in your job? Looks like it's only a waste of my time dealing with people like you." I huffed out in annoyance and continued.