Page 51 of Filthy Elites

He laughs. “Hell to the fucking no. Anyway, I gotta run or I’ll be late, and Mr. Kaufman will have my balls.”

I watch him sprint down the hallway and then I veer in the opposite direction. I need a break from school, from all these people wanting to know about my personal life. I’ll come back for practice with Isabelle.

Most of the time, I don’t let the scrutiny bother me, and there are perks with being the king of this fucking school. Today, I feel the full weight of being a Novak, and it’s too much.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Nicola/Isabelle

I ignore Jason’s order and make a beeline to the restroom. I’m not going to parade around school smelling like a sex dungeon. He doesn’t follow me, but that means nothing. I want to know how he was able to change my schedule without my consent. I don’t even know if I’m still enrolled in my next class.

The bell rings, telling me I either have to go to Advanced Math or skip it in order to complain to the school administration. I don’t want to be told by the teacher that I’m no longer in his class if Jason changed that too.

The lady behind the office desk lifts her gaze from her computer and immediately twists her face into a scowl. “What are you doing here, Ms. Devlin? Don’t you have class?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. My schedule was changed without my knowledge.”

She widens her eyes, only to narrow them in the next second. “That isn’t possible. Any changes to a student’s schedule at this point must be approved by the headmaster.”

Either Jason lied to me about changing my schedule and the English teacher was too scared of him to say anything, or he has more power in this school than I thought.

“Could you please check my schedule? I want to make sure I’m still enrolled in all the classes I selected.”

Her lips become a thin flat line, but she does print out a copy for me.

“Here.” She slides the piece of paper across the counter.

Son of a bitch. Jason lied. I was supposed to have gone to History, not English. That fucking asshole. I curl my hands around the paper, wrinkling it.

“Was your schedule changed?” she asks.

“No. It seems I was the victim of a prank.”

“You’ll have to file a complaint, or you’ll receive an unexcused absence for the class you missed.”

I don’t see the point telling her about Jason. Nothing will happen to him.

“I’ll think about it.”

Judging by her frown, she doesn’t like my answer.

“You’d better get to your next class. Better to receive a tardy than not go all together.”

“Right. Thanks.”

I plan on doing just that, but then I see Sage head into the library. She must have study hall. Screw math, I’d rather clear the air with her instead. I hurry down the hallway, trying to avoid being spotted by a faculty member.

Sage is sitting alone at a desk by the window and doesn’t notice me until I pull up a chair next to her.

“Hi,” I whisper.

Her brows furrow. “What are you doing here?”

There’s no point beating around the bush, so I cut straight to the chase. “I saw you come in. You’ve been avoiding my texts and calls. Are you mad at me because of Justice?”

She clenches her jaw and then glances down. “Yes.”

“I don’t like Justice, like not even a little bit.”

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