Her Knight In Rusty Armor

Chapter XXI

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Excuse My Italian
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"Can you not just expel that piece of shit?"

"Language, Ashton!"

"Ahem, can't you just expel that lump of excreted matter?"

The old man towering my figure sighed at me, pulling his dry lips into a firm line.

"How bad might it have been?" he inquired, a hint of impatience in his tone, as if he had tonnes of better things to do than discuss the fate of a harasser with me.

"He has assaulted girls!" I fought back. "Sexual assault, Sir! You're seriously gonna let him off the hook for that, as well as for all the times he's hurt Kate? Hurt me?"

Dave sighed once again, his thin moustache drooping low, seeming as exhausted as he did. I badly wanted him to take a peek at the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind, but I doubted his thick head would even let an ounce sense pass through it even if he was able to see them.

"I am sorry, but he cannot be expelled."

Gaping at him, I passed him a look of incredulity.

"Why the hell not?"

"Language!"

"Language, my foot! For all we know, he might have a record of abuse or assault. Does you guys even check the students' records? Their damned histories?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dave gently sat down on the velvet seat placed behind his desk, holding his head in his hands. I wondered why he was so drained, considering how it was me who worked so hard on the main part of the mission.

"Listen," he calmly said, making my mind burst into angrier flames. "He is one of the high achievers – as you are – who help the university in prospering. Without them, the University of Westwood will lose its majesty, and I shall never let that happen."

My mouth was left agape; my vocal chords couldn't emanate a single noise, let alone any words.

Dave only cared about the reputation of this hellhole, didn't he?

Rising from the uncomfortable seat I sat on, I shook my head at him in disappointment. It was quite ironic, since usually, it was the other way around – his huge figure would be the one towering my shrinking one.

"Well," I choked out, "in that case, I've lost all my faith in this university's prosperity."

Without looking back at him, I walked out of the office, slamming the door shut behind me.

I really had lost faith in the world.

Maybe everyone was just as much of a twat as Nate himself.

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Crossing my heels on the seat in front of my desk, I hovered in my seat, glancing at the other students scattered about the classroom. All of them were scribbling stuff on the sheets of paper placed before them.

"Ashton," the teacher called out, and I perked my head up to look at him.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Are you not a part of the class?"

People began passing me confused glances upon seeing my feet placed on the seat before me. The short, brown haired boy in that seat passed my shoes a displeased glare.

"Given how I'm made up of gazillions of tiny, tiny atoms, I think I am," I retorted, the skin on the back of my neck prickling due to all the unnecessary attention I was receiving.