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…”

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

row and ignored the spiteful glares directed her

Senior Class 8 did not produce spectacular grades.

and taunted, “It really is you, Sophie!

your trap, Queenie,” Sophie cut in abruptly. Queenie had always been a member of Willow’s clique and had had her fair share of picking

nursing a headache after a sleepless night in an unfamiliar house, and she was in no mood to entertain

Sophie at all. She grabbed Sophie’s hand and continued, “We’re not in Horington anymore, Sophie. Did you think you were something in Jipsdale?” She still believed

beautiful eyes narrowed

of an eye, she twisted her hand and grabbed Queenie’s wrist,

Queenie yelped in

Sophie’s eyes, and no one dared to step forward to break up

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

felt as though coming back had been the

causing the latter to fall to

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

to remain in Jipsdale. We have

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

had just set foot outside the school gates when she

must’ve changed his mind because

had said a thing, Sophie decisively

single word

last time, and you helped me today, so we’re even. Don’t look for

believed Felix and Tristan were complex characters, and she did not wish

worth a fortune.” He merely asked Felix to make a call, and

“I’m Tristan Lombard of Lombard Group, and

anyone we want in the

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

rarely stared Tristan straight in the eyes, and he knew in that instant that he was staring at

medical skills,” came

pulling my 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 would be dead now if

insisted, “I’m dead serious,