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I roll my eyes. “She’s not playing mind games with me.”

“Really? You know she’s smart. You chase her around campus, making her life miserable, and you don’t think she’d do whatever she could to get you to stop? Cry some crocodile tears, throw a little pussy your way?”

Trey’s a fucking idiot. Ninety-nine percent of the time, he has no clue what he’s talking about.

But then there’s that other one percent when he actually makes some sense.

I went from wanting to kill Violet, wanting her kicked off campus, to wanting her in my bed.

She’s smart, I’ve always known that. Definitely smart enough to manipulate me, mess with my head enough to convince me to stop tormenting her.

Maybe she’s been playing me for a fool this whole time. Telling me exactly what I want to hear, convincing me she actually feels bad about what she did to Chloe, for what she did to me.

No. I shake the thoughts from my head.

I know her. I know Violet Harris better than she thinks I do. Way fucking better than Trey does, that’s for damn sure. He’s wrong. About all of it.

Violet’s remorse is genuine. She cried for Chloe. She loves and misses my sister as much as I do.

I’m not falling for any sort of mind games. What’s happening between us is real.

Violet was meant for me from day one. We’ve been through hell, and now we’re figuring out our way back together. I’m not letting anything or anyone stop us.

Chapter28

After

Violet

My phone buzzeswith an email notification from the Student Affairs Office.

Hello Miss Harris,

Please stop by my office today at your earliest convenience.

Best,

Dean Forrester

Shit. This can’t be good.

I head to Student Affairs in the University Center, running through all the possible reasons I could be in trouble.

My knee-jerk reaction is that Wes is behind this.

But no, Aneesa’s just getting in my head. Things are finally good between me and Wes. He wouldn’t lie to get me in trouble with the administration. Maybe he would’ve done something like that to get me kicked off campus earlier this semester, but not anymore.

The second I step into Student Affairs, Dean Forrester pokes his head out of his office. He has wire-framed glasses and jet-black hair, so dark it makes me think he dyes it to cover up the grays. He flashes me a smile that tries to be welcoming, but there’s something unpleasant underneath.

My stomach drops.

“Miss Harris, thank you for coming in. Please.” He gestures me into his office, and even though all I want to do is run in the opposite direction, I head inside and take a seat.

A few weeks ago, I would’ve been relieved to get kicked off campus. Now the last thing I want to do is leave. I like living with Aneesa, I like attending my classes, I like writing my stories, and most of all, I like being with Wes.

“Mint?” Dean Forrester holds out a bowl of green mints.

I shove one into my mouth to calm my nerves. “Thank you.”

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