Pursuing Her

Chapter 5 Tell Me Who She Is

After hanging up on his call, Andy rushed out of the office and cried, “Please wait, Old Mr. Tanner. I’ll take Ms. Sophie Tanner as a student.”

His attitude had taken a one-eighty from before.

Even Josiah had no idea why the principal had suddenly changed his mind.

“Are you sure, Mr. Langston?” Josiah asked.

“That’s right, Old Mr. Tanner. I’ll have her placed in a class right away.” Then, Andy immediately called the high school’s academic head and informed her about Sophie’s immediate enrolment.

Sophie went along with the enrolment, but even she knew things were hardly as simple as they seemed.

The academic head promptly assigned Sophie to the worst-performing class in the school. After receiving her school uniform, Sophie was handed over to the homeroom teacher of Senior Class 8, Derrick Hayes.

Before Josiah left, he said to Derrick, “I’ll have to trouble you to keep an eye on Sophie, Mr. Hayes.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Sir! You should head back. I’ll lead Sophie to her class soon,” came Derrick’s courteous reply.

That was the only answer he could give, seeing as every student at Jipsdale Premier High had a wealthy or influential parent that the teachers could not afford to offend.

Derrick happened to be in charge of the third lesson of the day for Senior Class 8, so he personally escorted Sophie to her new classroom.

When he arrived at the classroom, he announced, “Hi, everyone, we have a new student in our class. She’ll introduce herself. Please give her a warm welcome.”

Sophie walked onto the podium at the front of the room and wrote her full name on the board.

Then, she declared, “Hi, everyone, my name is Sophie Tanner.”

Sophie Tanner? Her new classmates immediately whispered furiously among themselves.

“Isn’t she the Sophie Tanner who was expelled five years ago?”

“I think so! She used to be in my class.”

“I heard she had an abortion around tenth grade. Do you know if it’s true?”

“It was! Back then…”

piped up, “All right, everyone, settle down. There’s a seat at the

to the last row and

Senior Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades.

cowards. Once Derrick ended his lesson, Queenie Lane sauntered to Sophie and taunted, “It really is you,

always been a member of Willow’s clique and had had

a headache after a sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and

She grabbed Sophie’s hand and continued, “We’re not in Horington anymore, Sophie. Did you think you

eyes narrowed

her hand and grabbed

yelped in

and no one dared to step forward to

you to pick on, either. Remember this, Queenie. I’m not the same Sophie from five years ago. Not just anyone can trample over my dignity. Oh right! I’m sure you remember what you all did to me five years ago. I’ll make sure you all have a taste of

coming back had been the

Queenie roughly, causing the latter to fall

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

remain in Jipsdale. We have to get rid of

the last two lessons of the class sprawled across her desk, asleep. After school ended, she grabbed

just set foot outside the school gates when she spied

must’ve changed his mind because

had said a thing, Sophie decisively got

a single word

you last

Tristan were complex characters, and she did not wish to be involved

“My life is worth a fortune.” He merely asked Felix to make a call, and it was nothing compared to what she

Lombard Group, and

we want in the world. Why must Mr. Tristan

at Tristan and said drily, “I have poor grades and poor morals. What exactly do you

in the eyes, and he knew in that instant that he

skills,” came Tristan’s

leg? I’m an eighteen-year-old high school student. What would I know about medicine? I’ve said this many times; I managed to remove the bullet from your body out of sheer luck. You

“I’m dead serious, Sophie.