Se connecterNatalie's pov The screen went black before we could get a glimpse of the person's face.I stared at the screen, not completely believing my eyes.“That’s not what happened.” I argued, shaking my head vehemently.“Then explain what happened.” the woman said with a tired exhale.“I can’t. I don’t remember that.” I insisted.The woman’s expression hardened.“You don’t remember handing someone illegal substances? You don’t remember who approached you?”“No. I don't!” I spoke again.“Ms Mayers.”“I’m telling the truth.” I said, pleadingly.The woman sighed.“Your answers are becoming increasingly difficult to believe.”My eyes burned. I looked down at my hands. The skin around my fingernails was red from scratching.“You said the complaint was reopened,” I said.“Yes. It was.” She answered.“Who reopened it?”“That information is confidential.” she responded rather curtly.“Who submitted the video?” I persisted.“Confidential.”“Then how am I supposed to defend myself?”The woman paused.
Natalie's pov “Drugs??” The woman echoed, her eyebrows were set in a grim frown. She looked at the people at her side. They all were murmuring, and staring at me in disbelief and conviction.“Yes, but it's not what you think.” I said quickly, my hands up in defense.“Ms Mayers, it'll be to your favour if you actually start speaking with context.” Another woman spoke, her voice sharp.Blood thumped in my ears.“They don't belong to me. They're not mine, they actually belong to my mother.” I said hastily. The panellist exchanged glances at each other.“Then what were they doing on the school grounds?” The woman in the middle asked.For a moment, I couldn’t answer. The room felt smaller than it had a few seconds ago. Five pairs of eyes remained fixed on me. The large screen behind them was still frozen on the video. My face stared back at me from the image, blurred but recognizable.I looked guilty, I felt guilty.That was the worst part. I looked exactly like someone who had been caught
Natalie's pov “Could you come with me? Right now?” The associate Dean asked, his tone grave.The room erupted with whispers.My hands went cold, and I rubbed my fingers, trying to reassure myself.“Is something wrong?”The Associate Dean looked uncomfortable. He glanced at the two officials with him and nodded his head discreetly. I watched his every move, my heart thudding in my chest.“Please come with me,” he repeated now.I glanced at Allison, then at Kian.Kian was watching the Associate Dean carefully.“What is this about?” he asked.The Associate Dean looked at him.“This concerns Ms Mayers and Ms Mayers alone.”“Then tell her,” Kian blurted, standing closer to me.“It’s confidential.”Kian’s expression hardened.“Natalie,” the Associate Dean said, “please.”I paused, and my eyes widened. He had never cared to call me by my first name before.I followed him, quietly.The hallway outside was quiet.“What’s happening?” I asked the moment we headed out of the cafeteria.He didn’t
Natalie's pov By lunchtime, everyone knew. Not just the students in my department, not just some school group chat. Everyone.The rumor had escaped the school forum and spread through campus with the speed of something people desperately wanted to believe. By the time Allison and I walked toward the cafeteria, strangers were already turning their heads.Whispers broke out, and many laughed.Others didn’t bother pretending that it wasn't me they were discussing.“There she is.”“Is that the girl?”“The one sleeping with Kian?”I kept walking, trying not to react to the chatters.My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, but I kept my face forward. If I looked at them, I would react. If I reacted, they would have something else to post.Apparently, my entire life had become public entertainment. Allison walked beside me, unusually quiet.“You don’t have to come with me, you know,” I said.She looked offended.“Excuse me?” she said with an overly dramatic gasp.“You’ve been f
Natalie's pov Someone had been watching us. The thought settled into my stomach like ice. I stared at the photograph on my phone, my thumb frozen against the screen. The image was slightly blurry, taken from a distance, but there was no mistaking it. Kian stood near the bottom of the staircase. I was halfway up the stairs, and he was looking at me.The angle made it seem intimate, deliberate.Like we had shared some private jokes before I disappeared upstairs. The caption sat beneath the photograph in bold letters. They don’t even bother hiding it at home anymore. My throat tightened. “That picture was taken inside the mansion,” I managed to speak past the huge lump in my throat. Kian didn’t answer. I looked up to see his face. His face had gone completely still. “Kian,” I said again. “That picture was taken inside your house.” “I can see that,” he responded shortly. “No, I don’t think you understand.” I held up my phone. “Someone was inside the mansion. Someo
Natalie's pov “What the fuck,” Ryan cussed, struggling to break free from Kian’s grip. Kian stood behind him with his hand still twisted in Ryan's collar. The entire hallway went silent, the whispers stopped immediately like everyone was anticipating Kian's response. My eyes trailed his face again, my mind racing with fear, anticipation and anger. That was when I noticed. His eye bags looked more pronounced than they did yesterday. Kian looked tired, more tired than I had ever seen him. Yet right now, there was something else in his eyes now - something cold. “Finish that sentence,” Kian demanded, his voice a lesson in calmness. Ryan pulled at his shirt, contorting his body to break free. “Get your hand off me, man,” he grunted, failing to escape Kian's grasp. “Finish it,” Kian insisted. “Kian,” I started, taking a step closer to him. He didn't look at me, or even acknowledged my call. “You're proving the rumor.” Ryan's face had hardened into a look devoid of th
Natalie's pov “Did he say 'the' Kian Lawley set you up?” Allison said, her words coming out breathless. I didn't reply. I ground my teeth, repeatedly counting my right fingers. “At least you won't be expelled. It's just a harmless prank, Natt.” “A harmless prank?! Allison, I was framed!” I s
Natalie's povFINAL YEARThe beginning of the end. As I stepped into the hallway of Bennington college, I grinded my jaw, the sharp pain that rose soothed me strangely.Students gathered in clusters, talking over each other. The chaos felt new, even when it was the same as always, at the start of
Natalie's pov The shelf at the Dean's office was filled with awards and plaques… all in shades of brown and grey.I looked at the door, sighing inwardly to myself. My mind was already made up as to what to ask the dean.Where might he-“Quit acting like a trapped squirrel.” A voice snapped beside
I scrunched up the letter, throwing it at the far end of my room.I was up and ready before 7am, not because I was heeding to the Kian's command. I was simply scared of offending Joey.Kian was bluffing anyways. I knew there was no way in hell that he'd be taking me in his car to school.When I st







