All Chapters of Grade Me Harder: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ava~Because Professor Wolfe was ignoring me on purpose, I had to take matters into my own damn hands and reshuffle my schedule. To avoid me, he didn’t just leave class the moment the lecture ended—no, he took it further. He started skipping faculty lounge hours and refused all one-on-one consultations. Then he started sending feedback through the teaching assistant even when it was clearly his handwriting on the margins. No chances to catch him alone. He hides behind his TA like that’ll keep me at bay. The man’s practically ghosting me in 4k.Hmph!Like that would keep me away. It definitely won’t. He’s a fucking coward, too scared to face what’ll happen if someone sees us. Too scared of the fallout, the whispers, the ruin. And maybe he should be. Because he’s already crossed that line. He’s already touched me. It already happened. Denying it won’t change the truth.I waited after school, just like I had the day before, watching the clock tick past the hours. At exactly 8:45 PM, when

The auditorium falls silent as the noise of conversation stops. A name echoes clearly over the microphone.A slow smile crept across his face as he announced, “The Highest Honor of Distinction—awarded to the single most exceptional student in our university’s history... Ava Clarke.”My name.My heart pounded like a drum in my chest as I stood, trying to steady myself, desperate to keep my excitement in check. That's right. Spine straight, chin high, my red gown flowing like fire. As I climbed the stage, all eyes followed me. Cameras flashed. Applause thundered.Applause burst like a wave.Bright lights hit my face. The Dean was waiting at the center of the stage with a wide smile and a thick certificate in hand. Cameras flashed. Someone in the crowd screamed my name proudly—my father, maybe.When I reached the Dean, our hands met in a firm handshake. Photos clicked, capturing this moment I’d fought for. He pressed the certificate into my trembling hands, along with a heavy, gold-embos

I must’ve fallen asleep sitting up, arms wrapped around my legs like they were the only thing holding me together. The floor was cold. My body was sore. And my head felt too heavy for my neck.I didn’t hear the door open until someone cleared their throat.“Let’s go,” said a voice. The same staff member from earlier. His expression was unreadable. “Your father’s waiting outside.”I didn’t say anything. I just stood. My legs were stiff. I felt like I was walking underwater.The ride home was silent. My father didn’t look at me. Not once. Not when I got in the car. Not when I sat beside him in the back seat. He stared out the window like I wasn’t even there.When we pulled up to the house, I saw the lights were on.The front door opened before we reached it.A familiar feminine figure was already waiting.My mother.The woman who hadn’t come to my convocation. Who always had work, meetings, clients. Who was rarely home, and when she was, it was more in presence than spirit.But now, she

I hadn’t checked my phone all day. I was too afraid of messages and of what people were saying. But when I finally turned it on, one message flashed on the screen.No name. No number.*8PM. Greenhouse storage behind the old Bio lab. Come alone. Don’t tell anyone. —W*My fingers trembled around the phone. My heart ached just seeing that dash and a single letter. He was still out there. Still trying. I pulled on a hoodie, tucked my hair under a cap, and masked up like the Dean said. I looked like someone in hiding. Someone guilty.The campus was quiet at night. The greenhouse storage was tucked behind overgrown hedges and a rusting door. Abandoned.I knocked once.The door creaked open from the inside.And there he was.Wolfe.No blazer. His sleeves were shoved up to his forearms like he’d been too restless to sit still. His jaw was tight like he was clenching down words too dangerous to speak. But his eyes—God, his eyes found mine instantly, like they’d been waiting. Burning.It had on

I told Professor Wolfe everything; what I thought, and why Serena had gone after us. He listened, calmly, and he understood. We both knew it wasn’t just about jealousy anymore. Serena wanted to ruin us.So, we came up with a plan to expose her.Step one was clearing his name. But that was easier said than done. The story had been so perfectly crafted, so calculated, that finding proof he never abused that minor felt almost impossible.And after the scandal recently broke, people were merciless. They dug up his past and dragged Wolfe’s name all over the internet. Twitter, Reddit, blogs—everywhere you looked, someone was calling him a predator.A lot of people believed he should’ve been thrown back in jail. “Once a creep, always a creep,” they said. To them, the fact that he slept with a college student just confirmed it. It didn’t matter that I was legal. Or that I consented. Or that I was the one who initiated it. None of it mattered.“He hasn’t changed.”“He never will.”I tried not