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Instead of finishing my breakfast, I drop my tray of food to follow Weston out of the cafeteria behind campus security. We end up at the dean's office where Weston sits beside me, his fingers laced behind his head and feet crossed at his ankles. It's like he doesn't have a care in the world.

"You seem to be in an awfully good mood for someone who's about to get suspended," I whisper beside him.

"Don't worry about me, babe. I'm a Whitlock for Christ's sake," he says, mimicking Richard's words.

"What does that mean?" I ask him.

Before he can answer, Dean Drummond emerges from his office with a stoic expression.

"Please come inside, Mr. Whitlock." Dean Drummond extends his hand into the office with an empty chair and an aura of uncertainty settling over us.

Weston gets up and looks over his shoulder at me. "Put a smile on that gorgeous face, Whitney. Get out of here. You have class."

"He's right, Miss Downing," the dean agrees to my dismay. I'm not ready to walk away from Weston, but somehow, I have to.

When I show up to my first class of the day, taking my usual seat, Claire's ready and waiting in the chair beside me. The smile of deviousness isn't as attractive as Weston’s. As a matter of fact, I kind of want her to say something cruel so I can try that headlock thing on her.

"I hear congratulations are in order for you, Whitney." Claire leans over to me with a smirk spreading to her cheeks. "Two of the richest guys on campus fighting over you. Kudos to you, girl. Dicky Balls got his balls handed to him by your man. What a guy! Does Weston have any frat brothers or teammates he can hook me up with?"

"Go to hell, Claire. You're acting like you weren't just calling my Shit-ney yesterday. Now, you want me to hook you up with one of Weston's friends. Eat shit," I tell her, getting up from my seat to take one closer to the professor.

The class runs smoothly without anyone else trying to be nice to me. I don't want people's fake admiration or attempts to be friendly now that Weston's standing up for me. They're only doing this because I'm his girlfriend. When they find out how I even got the role, they'd go right back to teasing and bullying me. Worst of all, I know that I'd deserve it.

The professor ends the class, dismissing us all, and I make my way up to the rear door where Weston waits, leaning against the frame.

"Suspended?" I ask him.

"Nope, just a lecture on my behavior and how my actions aren't condoned in the real world. The dean and alumni association look forward to my mother's annual contribution to the school."

"Wow, so that's what Claire was talking about. Is that what Richard meant, too?" I ask him, wanting to know more about the man I find myself falling for.

Weston nods. "The Whitlocks are nowhere near the influence and power of Harland Adams, but we have our own achievements that keep me out of handcuffs. The key to power like that is to not abuse it. Once I explained the situation to Dean Drummond and assured him this thing with Richard isn't ongoing, he let me leave with a few scathing remarks. Come on. Let's go get you something to eat since you had to skip breakfast."

CHAPTER 9

Weston

The last six weeks on campus fly by with Whitney blossoming into the beautiful woman I held her back from becoming. The video recording of her confession is long gone, but she remains by my side as my girlfriend. It takes some students time to get used to us together, but there's nothing that can make me go back to the way things were.

People are careful with their words around us. I enforce every notion that I'm crazy about her. No one wants to end up like Quinn or Dicky Balls. Hatred to happiness is a funny thing. A roller coaster of emotions that make me realize the things I wanted aren't necessary for my future.

The same way Whitney keeps her father a secret from the students is the same reason I don't take a job with my mother's company. I want to make my own way.

"Weston, are you listening to me?" Whitney's voice cuts into my thoughts.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I ask her.

"We have to pick up our cap and gown from the cleaners today. We're also having dinner with Harland."

I smile. "You know you can call him Dad around me."

Whitney looks around my empty apartment as if someone's going to pop out and expose her secret. "Le Bistro Romana and we're not doing a repeat of the last time."

"The last time was your fault. I told you not to go out with Dick."

She chuckles and walks over to me. I'm sitting in the only chair left in the kitchen. Most of my stuff is in boxes on a truck heading back to my parents' house. The good news is a lot of Whitney's stuff is coming with me.

When she tosses a leg over my lap, I can't stop the erection. Whitney has a power over me that makes me cave to her touch. But, we still have a ton of things to do before our graduation ceremony tomorrow.

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