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…”

seat at the end

went to the last row and ignored the spiteful glares directed

Senior Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades. Naturally, most of them came from elite

and

been a member of Willow’s clique and had

a sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and she was in no mood to

“We’re not in Horington anymore, Sophie. Did you think you were something in Jipsdale?” She still believed Willow’s sister was as

eyes narrowed

eye, she twisted her hand and grabbed Queenie’s wrist, swiftly bending it

Queenie yelped

noticed the threat in Sophie’s eyes, and no

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

suddenly felt as though coming back

she shoved Queenie roughly, causing the latter to fall

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

remain in Jipsdale. We have

sprawled across her desk, asleep. After school ended,

outside the school gates when she spied

changed his mind because of

thing, Sophie decisively

single word of

brimming in her gaze, Sophie announced, “Tristan Lombard, right? I saved you last time, and

Tristan were complex characters, and she

merely asked Felix to make a call, and it was nothing

of Lombard Group, and I need

wondered, We can have anyone we want in the world. Why must Mr. Tristan insist

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

stared Tristan straight in the eyes, and he knew in

medical skills,”

this many times; I managed to remove the bullet from your body out of

“I’m dead serious, Sophie. Please consider my