Brandon’s P.O.V.:
He had gone to check if everything was alright, considering last night’s events. When he got to her dorm, nothing. It was locked but he knew she wasn’t there.
It was only a half an hour past noon, but he knew she had to be on campus. He asked around until he was pointed in the right direction.--The main building. He heard quiet sobs around the corner, finding Hani’s friends sitting outside of the Dean’s office.--Well, it was just one of many he uses when shit goes down. The guards at the door said it all.
Fuck. This can’t be good. He rushed over to the two.
“ What’s going on? Is she in there? ”
While consoling the brunette in his arms, Jacob explained everything. Brandon wanted to smash something at this point. He bit back a loud “fuck”, glaring at the guards that blocked their entry. It was wise not to make a scene, and they should continue this conversation elsewhere.
Brandon lead the two around the corner, flipping off the guards when they were questioned. He let them know that his friends needed some air. Seeing the 6′1 blonde standing between them, the men backed off.
“ Have them back in 5 minutes, or we’ll come looking! ”
“ Fuck off, we’ll be back in 10.”
The chilly air hit them when they left the building. Brandon leaned against the wall, rolling a cigarette on his thigh and sealing it with a lick. He lit it and took a long drag.
“ Fuck this no phone shit! We need to call Steve. They need to fix this shit and get Hani out of there. She has nothing to do with this.” He looked to the two for a helpful response. He had no means of contacting Steve or his friends, but maybe one of them did. Something HAD to be done, and NOW.
“ My--what? Um, he helps.. tutor me in History, if that’s what you mean. He is the head of the department and he was nice enough to offer... His brother’s lecture hasn’t really clicked with me so I needed the help...”
The Dean scoffed, looking the dancer up and down. Apparently, nothing that involved Steve Smith was that simple. His eyes admired her before eventually fleeting. A cringe worthy smirk spread across his lips.
“ Tutoring “History”? Don’t make me laugh! He's banged one out with every hot girl that has a pulse! In case you weren’t aware, you fit the description.”
Hani wanted to scowl, swallowing her sudden disgust. Leann’s warnings had proven true. Steve’s reputation was shit. Regret welled in the pit of her stomach when she remembered making out with him last night, and how fucking good it was. How it would have went further if her room wasn’t occupied. No. Fuck him. He was one of the reasons she was in this mess. Hasher was the other.
“ That’s all that’s going on, and I’m keeping it that way. Thanks for the insight.”
Depression replaced anger as Hani’s gaze met her lap. What would happen to them if the Dean uncovers more of the supposed hacking? What would happen to her? This was all just too much to handle. The situation was even bigger than she realized. In the end, Hani knew shit would get worse from here. The Dean continued to drill her with questions after that.
Thankfully, they weren’t about Steve. Flip Flop’s friends had done well in keeping quiet. (Assuming they were tracked down and questioned already) She was grateful that people were too drunk to snapchat anything besides her living room. No evidence proved that Steve was there. Thank God.
“ So, tell me about your friends outside. Why did they look so rattled? ”
“ ...I don’t know. I just think we were all impacted by the whole police thing. Everyone was.... from what I could remember. I drank a lot, like I said.”
“ Right. You have a work hard, play hard mantra, don’t you, Miss Ahn? This isn’t the first time you’ve thrown a get together at your dorm. You’re quite popular.”
“ Um, yeah I guess! It’s nice to unwind after a long week of studying... Some of my friends just have a habit of inviting other people without asking me. I might be done hosting parties after last night. ”
“ Oh, don’t lay low on my account. Someone with a perfect GPA deserves to have a good time, especially if you have nothing to do with what happened. At least, for your sake--I would hope so. ”
“ Th-thanks. And, well.. I really am sorry for what happened. Whoever they are, they should know it won’t go unpunished, considering how serious this sounds....”
The Dean chuckled.
“ It’s definitely serious. It’s enough for some jail time or the very least get them expelled. I sure hope they aren’t on a student visa like you. They’d be risking a lot more, wouldn’t they? ”
“ Yeah.. they would. So, have I given you enough information? Can I go now? ”
Hani asked with a tired sigh. She knew what he was implying, but she should have nothing to worry about.
The Dean waved his hand in dismissal.
“ Go on! Your friends are still next! Keep out of trouble, or I’ll be seeing you again.”
Hani nodded and left the room. The mime held the door for her on her way out.
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