Chapter 38: Wrong Trust

Lex's POV.

After narrating everything that happened to the school director, I was now hoping that she was going to keep to her own side of the deal and not tell my father about it.

It was not like I was scared of my father or anything as such; I just was not interested in having any conversation with him, and especially not something that would give him the ground to think he could scold me.

I stared at her, waiting for what she was going to say, but all she did was type on her laptop.

"What are you doing?" I asked after about two minutes of her non-stop typing.

"I am composing an email to send to both your parents, as I need to see them as soon as possible; this is a serious matter I cannot let slide."

I knew I should never have trusted her. I shouldn't have told her the truth. She actually works going completely against the deal. She told me to my face that she was going to let it go if I told her the truth and didn't call my father, but right now she was sending an entire email.

"What happened to not telling my father about it if I told you the truth about everything? Are you just going to go back on your words like they mean nothing to you?"

My tone was harsh now, and I could not pretend to be okay with the fact that she was about to inform my father about something I thought she was going to handle inside.

"Well, it's a good thing that I am not calling your father, Lex; I am sending him an email. How could both of your fights be in the school and in all places in the school? It had to be the clinic. What if you had caused real damage there? What would be your excuse?"

I didn't think that was a really good question to respond to, but since she needed to know, I was going to give her one.

"There was no damage done, nothing except on Landon's face, which was the exact target. Now can you not inform our parents about this and just do something about it inside the school like you do with other students? Why does mine have to be different every time? Father is not even a part of the management, is he?"

"For the records, he is because he is a major sponsor in this school, and I can't let something that is supposed to come to his knowledge slide away like it was nothing. You should begin to brace up yourself and face your father when you get home because by the time you walk through your door, he would have first-hand knowledge of everything that happened."

"I hate you," I cursed her, standing up briskly from the chair. I pushed it roughly away from myself.

"I never knew you to be this violent, Lex. What exactly has gotten into you? I knew you had your own struggles, and that is the reason you keep away from almost every student in this school except your cycle of friends, but how come you're not fighting against each other, and you're acting so violent?"

Her question sounded amusing to me as I wondered exactly why she would even ask me those questions in the first place and expect that I would give her an answer.

"Are you asking because you care to know or because you want to hear from me and then send all that information to my father to be one of his loyal staff members?"

"The kind of relationship this school has with your father is a very healthy one, and we intend to respect each other's boundaries by always taking the right steps in every situation, and what I am doing right now is taking the right steps."

"Tell me, director, what if it were some other students who fought in that clinic and they did not have a background like mine, did not have a parent who would partner with this institution? Would you care to send them an email, or would you handle this within the school and do what is normal and expected of you? My point is that I do not want my father to know about this. You can punish me however you want; just keep it away from him." At this moment I could swear that I was already sounding pathetic, but I didn't care if that was the way she wanted me to speak. Consider not sending those emails; I was going to do it.

"I'm so sorry, Lex; there's nothing I can do about it now. It's already sent."

"Oh well, go to hell then."

"Watch your language, kid. There are a lot of things I can tolerate, but I am not going to sit as the director in this institution and have you insult me."

She fired back at me, making me glare at her in silence for a few seconds longer, wondering how a person could be so inconsiderate.

"There are some people I do not like in this world, and those are the people who cannot properly keep to their own words. What would it take from you to just punish us and let this slide? But no, you want to be the perfect director so that you could be seen as loyal to my father and continue to get the benefits that you get from him."

"At least I am not disfiguring someone else's face to prove my points."

She fired back at me, and right now it was no longer a director-student conversation; we sounded like real enemies.

"Get out, Lex, get out!" She yelled at me, but I stood for some seconds longer, staring at her in anger and hate. I was about to say something when the school bell went off; it was dismissal already.

"Now can you save whatever it is you want to say for your father when you get home?" She asked in a tone that sounded like mockery.