FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE
His bright eyes stared sharply at me behind his thick-rimmed glasses, as he sat cross-legged in his expensive leather seat.
I looked to the seat before him. And the sight that greeted me was unsurprising.
Roxanne was there already.
Perched on the edge of the chair like a queen in her throne, her back was straight, as one of her ankles crossed over the other. She looked at me with her signature smug smirk, with a malicious glint in her eyes. Her red lip gloss catches the light like a blade behind her white teeth.
My eyes run over the room one more time, and the sight of a panel greets me. The scholars of Ravenscroft sit in a straight line with the principal in the centre, ready to judge my c