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 end of the classroom, Sophie. You can

row and ignored the spiteful glares directed her

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

and taunted, “It really is you, Sophie! I can’t believe you’re thick-skinned enough to return

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

in an unfamiliar house, and she was

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

eyes

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

Queenie yelped

eyes, and no one dared to step forward to break up

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

felt as though coming back had been the

roughly, causing the

Queenie was dumbstruck.

Sophie was utterly fearsome.

in Jipsdale. We have to get rid

of the class sprawled across her desk, asleep. After

foot outside the school gates

Langston must’ve changed his

Sophie decisively

single word of the speech

I saved you last time, and you helped me today, so

she did not wish to be involved

life is worth a fortune.” He merely asked Felix to make a

continued, “I’m Tristan Lombard of Lombard Group,

have anyone we want in the world. Why must Mr. Tristan insist

grades and poor morals. What

in that instant

medical skills,”

high school student. What would I know about medicine? I’ve said this many times; I managed to remove the

merely insisted, “I’m dead serious,