Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 188: I Want You Out Of This Country...

Chapter 188: I Want You Out Of This Country...

"Yeah, sure you didn’t," Lucas sneered, his voice laced with venom as he released her abruptly. Olive collapsed against the wall, clutching her neck as she coughed and gasped for air, her breath hitching in desperate sobs. His voice cracked, a mix of anger and heartbreak spilling out. "You’ve been lying to me this whole time. You used me. I thought you cared, Olive... but you’re just like all the others. I never want to see your face again."

"Lucas, calm down," Mark interjected quietly, his voice steady yet tinged with sadness. He watched the scene unfold with a heavy heart, knowing his words held little weight. He glanced between them, torn between stepping in and letting Lucas vent his emotions.

Olive’s world crumbled at Lucas’s words. Her lips trembled as she opened her mouth to defend herself, but no words came. It was as if her voice had been stolen by the crushing weight of his accusation. Deep down, she knew that no matter what she said, it wouldn’t matter. The anger burning in Lucas’s eyes was unshakable, he wouldn’t believe her, not now, maybe not ever.

The room fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by Olive’s quiet, anguished sobs. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling to the floor like raindrops. Her mind raced, scrambling to find some way, any way to explain herself, but her thoughts were a chaotic blur. All she could see was Lucas’s face, twisted with betrayal and pain.

The heavy silence was abruptly shattered by the creak of the door as it swung open. Anabella sauntered in, her movements deliberate. A smug smile spread across her lips as her sharp eyes took in the scene: the broken table, Lucas’s tear-streaked face, and Olive’s crumpled, tear-stained form on the floor.

"Mrs. George is asking for you," Anabella announced with mock sweetness, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. She leaned casually against the doorframe, her smirk deepening as her gaze locked on Olive. "Don’t keep her waiting."

Outside the door, a murmur of voices grew louder. The other students had gathered in the hallway, and their judgmental whispers slithered into the room like poisonous snakes.

"Can you believe her?" one voice sneered. "She’s such a fraud. I don’t know why Lucas ever gave her the time of day."

"I told you," another chimed in with mock laughter. "Kids from poor families always show their true colors. She’s trash, and now everyone knows it."

"Slut," someone else muttered, the word cutting through the air like a dagger.

Olive could hear every word, each one a brutal blow to her already shattered heart.

Olive’s head shot up, her bloodshot eyes narrowing at Anabella. Her hands trembled, but her voice was steady, even as it cracked with emotion. "You... You’re behind this, aren’t you?" she spat, the bitterness in her tone sharp enough to cut through the air.

Anabella tilted her head with mock innocence, her smirk growing wider. "Oh, please," she sneered, rolling her eyes. "After having fun with three dicks, now you want to accuse me of setting you up? Like I dragged you to a hotel? And let’s be clear, Ethan did this, not me. I didn’t rape you or whatever."

Olive sat frozen on the floor, her fists clenched in helpless frustration as the weight of Anabella’s words pressed down on her like a crushing wave. The room seemed to tilt around her as the murmurs of onlookers grew louder, their judgment heavy and suffocating. She could feel their eyes burning into her skin, their disdain palpable.

Swallowing hard, Olive wiped her tears with the back of her hand and forced herself to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her.

Before she could respond, Lara burst into the room, her face etched with worry and fury. Without hesitation, she rushed to Olive and wrapped her in a tight, protective embrace.

"It’s okay, baby," Lara whispered, her voice soothing as she ran her hand over Olive’s hair. "I know this was a setup. I believe you, Olive. I always will."

At those words, Olive broke down, sobbing into Lara’s shoulder. The floodgates of her pain opened, and she clung to her friend as if she were the only solid thing in a crumbling world.

"Mark?" Anabella’s sharp voice cut through the emotional moment, her smirk returning as she directed her attention to him. "You better end things with her friend, too. God only knows how many guys’ dicks she’s riding behind your backs."

Bang!

Before Anabella could say another word, Lara’s fist connected with her mouth, the force sending her sprawling to the floor. The gasps of the onlookers filled the room as silence followed the blow.

"I won’t let you insult me or my friend like that!" Lara snarled, standing over Anabella with fury blazing in her eyes. "We’re not you, Anabella. We don’t go around sleeping with our boyfriends’ friends. The real slut in this room is you."

Anabella clutched her lip, her fingers coming away smeared with blood. Her eyes flashed with rage, but instead of retaliating, she smirked, slowly licking the blood from her lips. "You bitch," she hissed, rising to her feet. "Hitting you would be pointless. Your punishment is already waiting for you in the principal’s office." With a dramatic flick of her hair, she sauntered out of the room, her confidence unshaken despite the altercation.

Lara turned and slammed the door shut behind Anabella, shutting out the murmurs of the students who had gathered in the hallway. She spun back to Olive, her face softening as she placed her hands on her friend’s shoulders.

"Believe me, Olive," Lara said firmly, her voice brimming with conviction. "I trust you. One hundred percent. You would never do something like this. Never."

After what felt like an eternity, Olive finally pulled away from the embrace. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was determination in her tone. "I’m being called to the principal’s office. I need to go and hear what she has to say about all this."

Lara nodded in agreement and said. "I’ll escort you. We’re in this together."

Olive nodded her head in response her hand firmly grasping Lara’s as they left the room together.

The moment they stepped into the hallway, the mob of students outside erupted. Eggs flew through the air, splattering against Olive and Lara as jeers and insults rained down.

"Hit her!" someone yelled.

"How dare you date Lucas and then cheat on Prince Ethan, you slut!" another voice shouted, the words dripping with venom.

Lara tried to shield Olive as best as she could, but the sheer number of students made it impossible. Both girls were pelted with eggs, their clothes and hair dripping as they pushed their way through the crowd.

Eventually, they broke free from the chaos and reached the principal’s office.

Knock... knock... knock...

"Come in." A stern voice called in promting Olive and Lara to make their way in.

Inside, Mrs. George sat behind the large oak desk, her face a mask of disapproval. Anabella stood to her right, her arms crossed and a victorious smirk plastered across her face.

"You can go," Mrs. George said coldly, her gaze fixed on Lara.

Lara hesitated, glancing at Olive, who gave her a quiet nod of reassurance.

"I’ll wait for you outside," Lara whispered before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

Olive stood before Mrs. George, her head bowed, her clothes reeking of eggs, and her swollen eyes fixed on the floor.

"What a sight!" Anabella mocked but soon stopped after Mrs George threw a stern look.

"There’s no point wasting time," Mrs. George began, her voice icy. "You already know your offense. Disguising yourself as a boy to attend Belmont is not only deceitful but utterly ridiculous. Do you admit to your mistake?"

"I do, ma’am," Olive replied softly, her voice cracking as fresh tears welled in her eyes.

"Good," Mrs. George said, heaving a heavy sigh. "You should also know the punishment that comes with such behavior."

Olive lifted her head, meeting Mrs. George’s cold gaze. "I understand. I’ll be expelled. But there’s something else that needs to be addressed....Prince Ethan’s crime against me."

Mrs. George raised an eyebrow, her expression twisting into one of disdain. "The crime where you threw yourself at him?" she said mockingly. "Don’t worry. His family has graciously agreed not to press charges against you for damaging his reputation. And neither will I, despite how you’ve dragged the George family’s name through the mud with your stupidity."

Olive’s heart shattered at the words. "What?" she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. "I should be the one pressing charges against Ethan. He drugged me, filmed me, and fabricated everything! He destroyed my reputation! He’s the one who should answer for his actions!"

Mrs. George let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Press charges? Against Prince Ethan? That’s laughable. No one would believe you. Everyone knows you’re lying. You poor people always bite off more than you can chew."

Mrs. George stood, grabbing two white envelopes from her desk. She thrust them into Olive’s hands. "Here. One contains a check, the other your expulsion notice. You’ll be allowed to write your final exams, but once they’re over, I want you out of this country. Far away from Lucas. Far away from my family. If you don’t comply..." She trailed off, locking eyes with Olive. "Well, let’s just say you won’t want to find out what I’m capable of."

Tears streamed down Olive’s face as her grip tightened on the envelopes. Her mind raced as she looked from Mrs. George to Anabella, whose smirk was as smug as ever. Hatred burned in Olive’s chest, but there was nothing she could do. Nothing at all.

They all knew about this?! Olive thought to herself at the realization.

For the first time in her life, she felt truly powerless and she hated herself for it.

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