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Chapter 26-Scandal Isn’t Quite

Author: Britney Mason
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-27 23:39:57

By morning, Daxton’s network was on fire. The video of Sonia’s speech had hit eight alumni blogs, three independent school publications, and someone’s TikTok titled “Girlboss Exposes Elite Academy in Silk Dress.” The comments were a chaotic mix of:

“Is this real??”

“She ATE. Ashcroft who?”

“Wait so Silas was… HER???”

Gregory’s lawyers had already sent three cease-and-desist threats. The board had called an emergency session for noon. Chancellor Radcliffe hadn’t been seen since the speech ended and rumor had it, someone caught her crying in the staff bathroom.

Sonia was still asleep when Cleo burst into her dorm like a caffeine-fueled hurricane.

“Sonia. SONIA. WAKE UP. You’re viral. And I don’t mean the ‘oh that’s cute’ viral—I mean the head-of-board-called-you-a-threat-to-academic-order viral.”

Sonia groaned into her pillow.

“Kill me when I’m conscious.”

Cleo yanked the comforter off. “Nope. Can’t. You're Daxton’s hottest controversy and you need to look the part.”

“What part?”

“The part where you act like you weren’t sobbing in the stairwell six hours ago before making out with Eric like it was a Nicholas Sparks adaptation.”

That made Sonia sit up. “I was not sobbing.”

Cleo raised one perfectly arched brow. “I have eyewitnesses.”

A pillow hit her in the face.

Sonia wore black. Again.

She and Cleo walked side by side past the Morvain house banners, where several students were already whispering behind cups of overpriced espresso.

“Should we be worried?” Sonia muttered.

“About the stares? Nah,” Cleo said. “They're just mad you beat them to the front page. Honestly, I haven’t seen this much drama since the Yule Formal food poisoning incident.”

A boy walking past them coughed the word, “Imposter.”

Cleo turned. “Excuse you?”

He kept walking.

Sonia put a hand on Cleo’s arm. “Let it go.”

But Cleo’s eyes were already blazing. “If one more person pretends they didn’t know your brother died and this school did nothing, I will start throwing bricks.”

“You don’t own any bricks.”

“I’ll steal them. For justice.”

They passed Mavina next. She didn’t say anything. Just sipped her smoothie like the Queen of Passive-Aggression and raised one eyebrow.

Sonia met her gaze squarely.

Mavina winked.

Cleo muttered, “That girl’s going to be found mysteriously buried under a donation plaque one day.”

The Emergency Board Meeting was on by 12:15 PM

Sonia wasn’t invited.

Which made it all the more satisfying when Eric texted her from inside.

Board’s split. Gregory’s trying to spin it. Half the room looks ready to canonize you.

Also, side note: you looked really good kissing me last night.

Sonia stared at her screen, torn between mortification and warmth.

Then another text.

Lunch after? I’m buying. (And bribing.)

She smiled, thumb hovered over the reply.

Paused.

Typed:

Depends. Are you going to ask me questions like, “Who are you really?” or “Why did you lie?”

Nope.

I already know who you are.

The girl who picked up a sword and a lie and made it into survival. Also? The girl who kicks harder than she kisses.

She laughed.

Then:

Fine. Meet me at Reilly’s.

--

Eric was already seated at Reilly's diner, two blocks off campus, sleeves rolled, tie gone, expression somewhere between smug and nervous.

“You’re five minutes late,” he said as she sat.

“I was deciding whether I liked you or not.”

“Fair. So what’s the verdict?”

Sonia picked up the menu. “Undecided. Depends on whether you order dessert for us without asking.”

He flagged down the waiter. “Two chocolate sundaes. And fries.”

She looked up. “Fries and ice cream?”

He smirked. “It’s tradition. After public scandal, you eat emotionally.”

“Sounds like you speak from experience.”

Eric leaned forward, voice a little lower. “I once made out with a dean’s daughter on Founder’s Day and ended up in the school newsletter by accident.”

“Oh my God.”

“Her dad captioned it, ‘Love in the Time of Tradition.’”

Sonia snorted into her water.

For a moment, it was just them. No scandal. No legacy. No spotlight.

Just two people who had burned too long under too many eyes.

She exhaled slowly.

“I don’t know what happens next,” she admitted.

He looked at her, soft and sure.

“That’s the best part.”

---

At the Vale Dorm Room

Cleo was waiting.

She held out her phone with one hand and a cup of bubble tea in the other.

“Congrats,” she said. “You just got a reply.”

“From?”

Cleo flipped the screen.

Subject: Board Resolution – Confidential

Body: Effective immediately, Sonia Vale’s enrollment remains active and under review. A formal investigation into the allegations raised has been opened. The board does not currently endorse expulsion. Due to the significance of the revelations made during the Gala, a council will be formed to evaluate Daxton’s legacy policies. Your speech has sparked necessary conversation. Please report to Chancellor Radcliffe’s office Monday morning at 9:00 AM.

Sonia blinked.

“They’re not kicking me out.”

“Nope.”

“They might actually… listen.”

Cleo sipped her tea. “And pigs might fly. But for now? You won.”

A slow grin spread across Sonia’s face.

It wasn’t peace. Not yet. But it was a crack in the wall.

A place to start again.

She sat on the edge of her bed, texted Eric:

I think I just un-canceled myself.

He replied instantly:

Told you. You’re too stubborn to cancel.

Also, our sundaes were great. Next time? My place. I have cookies.

Sonia smiled down at her screen.

And for once, the fire in her chest wasn’t panic.

It was hope.

---

That night,

The campus was quiet. For once, Daxton didn’t feel like it was watching.

Sonia sat on the roof with Cleo, blanket over their legs, hot tea in their hands.

“You think it’s over?” Cleo asked.

“No,” Sonia said. “I think it’s just getting interesting.”

They stared up at the stars.

“Five minutes to midnight,” Cleo murmured.

Sonia nodded. “And I’m still here.”

Still burning. Still rising.

And this time?

She wasn’t hiding anymore.

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