He turned his back on me to pick up his desk phone, completely dismissing my existence. I was just a stain to be scrubbed away to protect the school's golden boy.
I sat alone in the sterile office, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I listened to Higgins dial the phone. The sheer unfairness of it burned like acid in my throat. I had lost. Trent had won. He was going to get away with it, just like he always did, wrapped in his red jacket and protected by a school system that worshipped him.