Last Life, She Laughed While I Died. This Life, She’ll Cry While I Watch Chapter 03
I scoffed and looked straight at the residence hall supervisor.
“School policy says anyone who comes back late has to sign in. If that’s true, then check the log.”
Ever since I enrolled, I had only come back late once. If I remembered correctly, it was after one of my father’s receptions, and I had returned with Dean Taylor himself that night.
Mandy, on the other hand, often came back in the middle of the night completely drunk.
The residence hall supervisor went rigid. She stammered, “It’s late at night. Sometimes people forget to sign in.”
I nodded.
Of course.
She was convinced Mandy was Dean Taylor’s daughter, so why would she ever make Mandy sign anything?
With that in mind, I pointed at the surveillance cameras in the dorm building.
“If missing the log is normal, then we can check the security footage, right?”
The second I mentioned the cameras, Mandy’s face changed.
She cried out, “Savvy, how long are you going to keep digging yourself in deeper? You can still turn this around.”
I shook off her hand and gave her an icy look.
“The one digging herself in deeper is you.”
“Mandy Taylor, why are you doing this to me?”
When I tried to move toward the security office, Logan suddenly grabbed me by the collar and shoved me away.
“Enough. Savannah, can you stop pretending already?”
Then he smirked.
“How about this? Kneel down and apologize to Mandy, and we’ll let this slide.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Kneel to her? She doesn’t deserve it.”
Logan grabbed me without warning and shoved me down.
“Don’t push your luck. We’re giving you a way out, and you’re still trying to act tough?”
He shoved me so hard that I staggered back and hit the ground.
I looked up and stared at him.
“All we have to do is check the security footage, and we’ll know who’s been coming back late at night.”
“And all it takes is one phone call to the card printer to find out whether I was framed. Why won’t any of you believe me?”
When Logan heard that, he laughed even louder.
“You put yourself up for sale, and now you still expect people to believe you? What a joke.”
Then he started hitting me.
“That’s for throwing yourself at men.”
“That’s for dragging our school’s name through the mud.”
He hit hard. Every blow rattled my bones.
The others began jeering along with him.
“Exactly. Hit her. Someone like her deserves it.”
“She still wants to go to Dean Taylor? Once Dean Taylor finds out, she’ll be expelled.”
“Expelled?”
I actually laughed.
I shouted at the person who had said it, “The ones who should be expelled are all of you.”
I was the daughter of the school’s biggest financial backer.
Even if I offended Dean Taylor himself, I would never end up expelled over something like this.
The moment I hit the ground, I rolled onto my side and quickly dialed my father’s number.
Someone in the crowd scoffed.
“She’s still acting. What, is she calling one of her johns from campus for backup?”
“Everyone on campus already knows what you are, Hundred-Dollar Girl.”
Mandy sneered too. “Savannah, are you done putting on a show?”
I ignored them. Forcing down my rage, I spoke into the phone.
“How much longer until you get here?”
On the other end, I heard hurried footsteps and a voice shaking with rage. My father sounded both furious and terrified.
I was about to say more when Logan snatched the phone from my hand, slammed it to the ground, and stomped on it again and again.
Mandy stepped in front of me with a smug smile.
“Well? Is your client here yet?”
“Is he the one paying $100 for one hookup, or $200 for three?”
Just then, a stern voice boomed from the crowd.
“What exactly are you people doing?”
The crowd parted at once.
Dean Taylor hurried over, looking panicked. Behind him came my father, his face grim.
