Page 109 of Fang
My hands shake as I pick up my bag. I ignore my racing heart and the way I can hear it in my ears. I head down to my car and get inside. As I drive, my mind whirls.
Why am I being called to the dean’s office? Did I do something wrong? Did I miss a payment? No, I know for a fact I didn’t, and even if I did, Shelia would have called to remind me.
By the time I pull into the parking lot, my knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so long. I shake my hands out as I get out of the car.
Robotically I walk into the building and go to the office.
“H-hi, my name is C-Cami Johnson. I just got a call to come in.”
“That was fast! Thank you for coming in so quickly. Please, come right this way,” the woman behind the desk, who I can only assume is Maude, says.
I follow her down a hall and stop behind her when she pauses at a door. When she knocks on the door, I have to fight back the urge to vomit.
“You can head right in,” she murmurs.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
On shaky legs, I step into the office.
“Come, sit,” Dean Carter says without standing.
Have manners completely gone out the window?
I bite back my snark and do as she said.
“Thank you for coming here today.” She shuffles a couple of papers around before looking up at me. “Do you have any idea why you were called in today?”
“Actually, ma’am, no, I don’t.”
“A Zak Brohan has filed a complaint against you and your boyfriend.” She frowns. “Fang something? That can’t be right, but that’s okay, the complaint stands. He reports that you’ve been harassing him. That you broke up and you are taking itbadly. He also reported that in an act of revenge, you lied to your new boyfriend and had him beat up.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
“That’s not true,” I grit out.
She leans back in his chair and crosses her fingers over her stomach. “Then please, explain it to me.”
So I do. I tell her how Zak was my elementary and middle school tormentor. How he has been sexually harassing me from high school until now. How I’ve repeatedly asked him to leave me alone, and yet, he still finds me every chance he gets. By the time I’m done speaking, the dean looks at me with sympathy.
“I’m sorry, Miss Johnson. While I’m sympathetic, this is out of my control. You never filed a report, so there is no record. If you had, then this would be different.”
“But…”
She shakes her head. “At this time, we will have to investigate the claims. You will be suspended from all classes until a decision is made. As for your boyfriend, he’s not allowed on campus.”
I look up, silently begging the tears to stay back until I can leave.
I clear my throat. “I live on campus.”
“I’m sorry, but until a decision has been made, you are not allowed on campus. You will have to find somewhere else to live for the time being.”
I close my eyes and nod. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry, but security will escort you to your dorm for you to gather your things. From there, they will make sure you leave campus. We will call you.”
When I stand, my legs shake so bad that I almost go down. If it weren’t for the arm on the chair, I’d have fallen on my ass.
“Thank you for your time.”
