Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"No. He's my best friend, but I don't tolerate his behavior," Mason answered without hesitation. "And besides, he'll recover. You didn't completely cripple his arm, though I'm sure he'll be writhing in pain for a few days because of it." I chuckled at what he said, but then I remembered something eded to deal with.

"Calling the attention of Sapphire Jade Miller. Please proceed to the guidance office," I heard an announcement coming from the speaker.

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We left the bathroom afterward, but I was shocked, seeing Evangeline waiting for us.

"I can handle this, Mason. You have an exam. I'll take care of this," Evangeline said, looking me in the eye.

"Alright." Mason nodded and left, leaving me and Evangeline alone.

". My gosh, Sapphire. You look like a mess." She shook her head before tossing me a handkerchief. "Fix your damn self before we go there."

I smiled. Mason was right. She's proud of what I did, and I could feel it.

After she dropped me off, she left immediately because she was busy with the freshmen week preparations happening next week.

I was now in front of the counselor, who gave me a look in disbelief.

"I'M SO disappointed, Miss Miller," the counselor said, shaking her head. "It was clearly stated here. Never hurt your co-students," she added, her tone low and authoritative as she pointed at the handbook.

I lowered my head and bit my lower lip, trying to maintain my composure. My pride was all I had left, and I didn't want them to take that away from me too.

The news spread like wildfire. To make matters worse, the video of Haze writhing in pain while I stood there smirking like a demon had already been posted on the university's unofficial page.

I successfully dislocated his shoulder, but it ruined my life afterward.

He hasn't even taken any action against me yet, but my life was already in shambles.

"I've known you for years," said the counselor, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Your life's already ahead of you. You just need to endure a little longer, and you'll reach your dreams. Why did you have to cause this kind of trouble?"

I remained silent. Would any explanation change anything? It felt like they had already decided on my punishment. This conversation was just a formality.

Besides, I knew what I did was wrong. I lost control of my anger.

However, why prolong the process if they're going to ruin my whole life anyway?

"I already called your mother. She's on her way here now," she added.

My eyes widened, but I regained my composure afterward. "She's a busy person. You shouldn't have called her.

My mom will give me an earful after this. We haven't even talked since our argument, so why did they have to call my mom when I'm here and ready to face whatever punishment they'll give me? The counselor was about to speak, but she stopped when someone spoke from the door.

"Good morning," mom greeted.

Even before hearing my side, she was already glaring at me, looking like she was about to scold me at any moment.

"Mrs. Miller, I'm glad you made it." The counselor stood up to greet my mom in return. "Sapphire, please wait outside while I talk to your mother."

"No. I'll stay here," I answered firmly. "You should be talking to me because I'm the one who made the mistake, so why are you asking me to leave?"

Why did they have to call my mom here? She looked stressed, and I felt a pang of guilt because of that.

"This is an adult conversation, Sapphire. It's best if you follow instructions," my mom said, leaving me no choice.

I quietly walked over outside the room and stood in front of the door.

I watched them talk the entire time. Their conversation didn't last long, but I could see the shock and sadness in my mom's eyes as she listened to the counselor.

I wanted to go over there, but I held myself back.

When their conversation ended, the counselor quickly excused herself, and I went inside the guidance office.

"What did she say to you, Mom?" I asked because she hadn't spoken since their discussion. I was dying of curiosity. "Did she mention suspension?"

Instead of answering, my mom raised her hand, as if she was about to slap me again. I waited for it, but nothing happened.

"Nothing will change even if I slap you multiple times. You'll never learn," she said, lowering her hand. "I thought I raised you well, but you still don't know how to act properly."

I could hear the disappointment in her voice. It was breaking my heart. Even here, she wasn't on my side. I knew I was wrong, but did she really need to rub it in?

"Where should I act properly, Mom? In thinking that it's okay to be constantly judged by others because we're poor? In accepting all the hurtful words they throw at me?" "Yes!" she shot back, catching me off-guard. "Because of all that, you should have kept quiet and not caused any trouble!"

"But he started it-"

"It won't matter even if you say that in court! You went against Haze. Do you think anything will change if you say he provoked you first or did something wrong? Nothing! Even if they expel you now, there's nothing we can do because they're powerful!" mom shouted.

And before I knew it, my hands were trembling in shock. Did I hear her right?

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I blinked my eyes twice. "C-Court?"

"Haze plans to sue you. And if that happens, they'll expel you from here," she muttered. "I told you to stay away from them, but you didn't listen to me."

That never crossed my mind. I didn't think it would get to the point where I could be jailed for what I did. It was... the second time already.

But will someone help me like before?

Suddenly, everything felt heavy. I ran away from the guidance office.

"Sapphire!" I heard my mom calling me, but I didn't look back.

I was already suffocating. eded to breathe.

And as if on cue, as I reached the gate, Ash was already in front of me, staring at me intently as he gripped the hand brake tightly. "Need a ride?" "Why are you still here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Go away. I want to be alone."

"Well, I don't want to." He smirked and pointed to the motorcycle. "Don't you want to-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I immediately sat behind him on the motorcycle.

"Hold tight, baby," I heard him say before I put the helmet on my head, and he drove away.

Ash brought me to a beach in the rurals. And even though I didn't want to admit it, it somehow gave me peace. Without him, I don't know where I would go. "Thank you," I said in a low tone. I didn't know why I couldn't raise my voice, but I hope he heard it.