Rain.

Chapter fifteen

"Hi Paige, Roman." He shakes both of our hands. "Please, take a seat," he points behind us.

As instructed, I sit down.

Roman however, being the fucking idiot he is, stays stood up.

"Sit down," I hiss.

"We're already in the Dean's office, how can it get any worse?" He whispers back.

I can't believe the Philosophy teacher reported us to the Dean.

The Dean clears his throat. "I can hear you, you know."

We ignore him.

"Uhh, he could expel us." I point out.

"He wouldn't dare."

"Oh shut the fuck up and stop acting-"

The Dean interrupts, "Please don't use that kind of language here."

We ignore him.

"acting like you're a God or something, you're a nineteen year old boy-"

"Twenty." He interrupts.

"You're not twenty-"

"I think I know my own-"

"Can I please interrupt to say-" The Dean tries.

"-fucking age." Roman continues.

"Don't swear," The Dean scolds.

"You're nineteen!" I insist.

Roman ignores him and carries on talking to me, "Can you not fucking count? I was born-"

"LANGUAGE." The Dean shouts, slamming his hands on his desk so hard, the entire room rattles.

Well, that got our attention.

"I do not tolerate swearing in my office." He says strictly.

"Sit down, Roman." The Dean orders.

Roman sits.

"Fina-fucking-ly." I say, without thinking.

The Dean gapes as I clap my hand over my mouth, but Roman just swings towards me, smirking.

"Well that was just on purpose." Roman says.

"I can't believe my virgin ears just heard such a thing."

His virgin ears?

"There's nothing virgin about you-" I begin.

"Stop saying virgin." The Dean says.

"How dare you talk about my virginity," he says to me and then he turns to the Dean, "Expel her."

"I didn't mean to say fina-fucking-ly," I try.

"Stop saying it," The Dean says.

"Well, I've never heard you say fina-fucking-ly before-" Roman says.

The Dean starts, "Again, please stop with the horrific-"

I ignore the Dean and argue with Roman. "Well, maybe you just don't listen to me because about two minutes ago, I told you to sit down and now we're in a fucking-"

"Thats it. Get out." The Dean says, pointing at the door.

"This feels oddly familiar." I murmur to Roman.

"To what?" Roman asks.

"To when you fucking kicked me out—"

"Security." The Dean says, through the phone on his desk.