Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 190: Unedited

Chapter 190: Unedited

"Oh, fuck it," she whispered, her voice broken.

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

"Do you understand that, child?" Mrs. George asked, a wide smirk plastered on her face. "It’s a good deal, and if I were you, I’d accept it now that I’m still being nice."

Olive remained silent, her gaze fixed on the two envelopes in her hands. Her mind was still processing Mrs. George’s words.

How could she be so cruel and she’s a woman?

Fine, she accepted her mistake, lying, disguising herself as a boy but how could she turn a deaf ear to the way her reputation was being dragged through the mud because of a prince? But, of course, Olive understood.

In the world of the rich, she was nobody.

Her pain, her suffering, they were considered well deserved.

To them, she had no right to complain. No right to demand justice. No right to fight back. Because in their world, only money spoke, and without it, her voice was nothing more than the irritating buzz of a fly in their ears, an inconvenience easily ignored.

"Do you understand that?!"

Anabella’s sharp voice sliced through Olive’s thoughts like a whip, yanking her back to reality.

"Do you fucking understand, bitch?!" Anabella’s eyes burned with rage. "You’re not that dumb, are you? You heard everything we said, didn’t you?"

Olive lifted her gaze to meet Anabella’s, her lips parting to respond, but before she could utter a single word, the office door swung open.

Her parents burst in.

A scoff left Anabella’s lips, followed by a dramatic sigh. "Typical poor people behavior."

Tears welled up in Olive’s eyes as she turned to her parents. "I didn’t do it, Dad. Mom, I swear I didn’t do it!" Her voice cracked, her whole body trembling with desperation.

Before she could say more, Mrs. Williams rushed to her, wrapping Olive in a warm, protective embrace. Mr. Williams followed, his arms encircling them both.

"I believe you, darling," he murmured, gently stroking her hair.

And that was all it took.

The dam she had been holding back broke.

Olive buried her face in her father’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably. All the pain, the humiliation, the sheer injustice of it all, she let it pour out in a way she hadn’t allowed herself before.

Mr. Williams didn’t ask why she was covered in eggs and flour. He didn’t need to. Lara had already briefed them on what had happened, and besides, the evidence was clear as students in the hallway still clutched eggs and bags of flour, some smirking, others looking indifferent.

No one had stopped it.

Because, to them, she was nothing.

"You should ask your daughter for details. There’s no point talking to me as I’m not interested in hearing anything from you," Mrs. George said, her voice edged with impatience and finality. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Now, get out of my office."

"You...."

"No, Dad. Let’s just go." Olive’s voice was weary, defeated. She reached for Mr. Williams’ hand, stopping him before he could respond. "Just take me away from here."

Mr. Williams inhaled sharply, his fists clenching. "Is this what you call a school?" His voice carried both anger and disbelief. "You’re telling us to leave your office? We are parents whose child attends this institution. We deserve respect. And no, I will not just hear about the situation from my daughter. You are the principal of this school, it’s your duty to tell us exactly what’s been going on!" His voice grew firmer. "Fine, our daughter disguised herself as a boy to attend your school. We regret that. But I believe my daughter when she says she didn’t do what she’s being accused of. That prince...." he spat the word out, "framed her!"

Mrs. Williams, her voice shaking with both fury and sorrow, stepped forward. "And you let it happen. You stood by and let them destroy her."

Mrs. George gave them a cold, calculating smile. "Why is it so hard for you less privileged people to understand things the first time?" she scoffed. "I already told you your daughter can brief you. I’m being generous enough by offering her a good deal, one you’ll find beneficial too." She leaned forward, her gaze turning sharp. "And even if the prince framed her, what can you do? Sue him?" She let out a short, mocking laugh. "You think you could win against royalty? If you love yourselves, you’ll leave here right now."

"You....!" Mrs. Williams’ hands clenched into fists, her body shaking with rage.

"It’s okay, Mom," Olive whispered, placing a hand on her mother’s arm. Her voice was small, broken. Tears spilled silently down her cheeks. "Let’s just go. It’s not worth it arguing with people like them."

Mrs. Williams turned to her daughter, her expression pained. Then, after a heavy sigh, she nodded. "Sure, sweetheart."

With a final glare at Mrs. George, she and Mr. Williams turned and led Olive out of the principal’s office.

The hallway was still packed with students. Each held eggs and flour, clearly ready to continue their assault but with Olive’s parents present, none of them dared to throw anything. The air was thick with mockery, silent laughter, and the suffocating weight of judgment.

Lara followed closely behind them, her face tight with anger and worry.

Once they were outside, standing beside Mr. Williams’ worn walnut delivery bus, Mrs. Williams turned to Lara. "It’s fine, Lara. You can go back to class." She pulled the girl into a tight embrace. "We’ll see you later, okay?"

Lara hesitated, her grip tightening around Mrs. Williams. "I’ll come over after school," she promised.

With a small nod, she turned and made her way back into the school building.

Mr. and Mrs. Williams climbed into the bus, preparing to drive off, but Olive remained standing.

Her gaze was locked onto the school’s entrance.

She was waiting.

Hoping.

Would Lucas come?

Did he believe her?

More than anyone else, she wanted him to believe in her.

"Get in the bus, sweetheart."

Mr. Williams’ voice pulled her back to reality.

With one last glance at the school building, at the place that had betrayed her so cruelly, Olive swallowed back her emotions and climbed into the bus.

The engine roared to life, and with a shudder, the bus pulled away from Belmont Academy, leaving behind a trail of memories she wished she could erase.

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The drive home was silent.

No one spoke.

The weight of what had happened, of what was still happening hung in the air like an oppressive storm cloud.

When they finally pulled up to their home, Olive felt a chill run down her spine.

A crowd had gathered.

Reporters. Cameramen. Curious neighbors.

They blocked the entrance of their modest house, cameras flashing, microphones raised, voices clashing as they shouted over one another.

Mr. Williams’ grip on the steering wheel tightened. "What the hell is going on?" His voice was sharp, edged with anger.

Olive let out a bitter laugh, tears spilling down her face. "I knew this was going to happen." She covered her face with her hands, her body shaking. "That bastard... They planned this. They knew exactly what would happen to me. That’s why she wanted me out of the country as soon as possible."

Mrs. Williams turned to her daughter, her eyes narrowing. "Leave the country?" Her voice was laced with suspicion. "What are you talking about?"

But before Olive could answer, another sob tore through her, and instead of speaking, she curled into herself, crying harder.

Mrs. Williams immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. "Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. We’ll figure this out."

Mr. Williams exhaled, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Whatever this is, we need to get inside first. We’ll use the back entrance."

Without wasting time, he steered the bus around the house, stopping near the backdoor.

The moment they arrived, Olive jumped out, her legs carrying her straight into the house and up to her room. She slammed the door shut behind her, leaving her parents to handle the rest.

Her hands were shaking as she grabbed the TV remote. With trembling fingers, she switched on the television.

And there it was.

Plastered all over the news.

"SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT CAUGHT IN HOTEL ROOM WITH MULTIPLE MEN. A HIGHSCHOOL PROSTITUTE—SCANDAL SHAKES BELMONT ACADEMY!"

Olive’s breath hitched.

Her vision blurred.

Her knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, burying her head between her knees.

"Oh, fuck it," she whispered, her voice broken.