TGJ 2: My Grumpy Jerk (On Hiatus)

Chapter 16

Three days had passed after that shameful moment of my life. I haven't heard anything about the counselor's decision yet. I would be in trouble if the office sides with that scumbag. He has a high chance of being spared by them since he is the heir to the university.

I've been the headline for gossip and stories around the university. People start to whisper and talk behind my back every time I walk past them or walk down the hallway. I think that made me pathetically famous. It sucks!

"Sarada, you looked troubled for three days now," Chocho notices. Of course, it is so obvious. I am bothered about everything.

"I think I have almost eaten all the food, and you have not picked anything yet," she speaks while munching. We are in the cafeteria for snacks.

"Don't talk when your mouth is full," I scold her faintly. I have lost all my energy thinking about the result of my aggressiveness. Though he deserves it, I think I was still wrong for punching him.

"You don't look well. You barely finish your meals. Stop overthinking, will you?" now the situation reverses, she is scolding me like a small kid.

"I can't. My future depends on the decision of the counselor," I tell her, and she sighs.

"I think that Shinki guy will be punished too for his nonsense. Besides, he started all this mess," she shrugs.

"But the problem is I don't have evidence to prove his crime," I sound so depressed.

"Can't you think of any way to get some proof?" she asks, and I act like thinking.

"I can't think straight right now. All that was in my head are the scenes from days ago," I say and scratch my head in disgust.

"Sarada, cut it out!" she stops me from doing it, yet I am persistent.

"Calling the attention of Ms. Sarada, a freshman from the Performing Arts Department, please proceed to the Counselor's Office now. Again, Ms. Sarada, a freshman from the Performing Arts Department, please proceed to the Counselor's Office. Thank you,"

It was announced on air and probably to the entire university. I did not know something like that exists here.

"Sarada, are you okay?" Chocho asks worriedly. I look at her with a sad face, and she looks even sadder than I am. She holds my hand and gently squeezes it.

"I'll be fine," I take a deep breath and stand up from my seat.

"Call me if you need me, okay?" she wants to ensure my situation. She wants me to feel safe and accompanied.

"Sure, thank you, Chocho. See you later," I say and walk away from her. I head in the direction of the Counselor's office.

I stop in front of the door, I start to get nervous and my body slightly shivers. Furthermore, I gulp desperately to ease my fear, but it does not go away.

Not only that, but I sigh heavily before knocking on the door. After a few seconds, the door opens, and it reveals a middle-aged woman wearing a pair of eyeglasses. I don't think she is the university's counselor.

"You must be Sarada," she mutters, and I nod.

"Please, come in," she gives way for me and lets me join them in the room. It is my first time in the Counselor's Office and my first time being called up in the said office.

I see a woman of her age sitting at a desk with a pile of papers. Must be paperwork.

"Sarada?" she says for the first time.

"Yes," I reply. She has a neutral expression on her face.

"Please sit down," she invites me to the vacant seat in front of her, and I did not hesitate to accept her invitation.