2025-11-18 15:35:56Director Martin Hill’s office always smelled of cedarwood polish and cold authority. The room was tidy, shelves arranged with plaques and framed handshakes with wealthy benefactors—all carefully curated reminders of where real power in the university flowed from. Jared stood awkwardly before the massive mahogany desk, his knuckles bruised from the fight, his breathing still unsteady.
Director Hill didn’t offer him a seat.
Instead, the man slammed a stack of files onto the table and glared over his glasses. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
His voice cracked like a whip, sharp, reprimanding, and disgusted.
Jared swallowed hard. “Sir, please—if you’ll just let me explain—”
“You shut your mouth.” Hill’s finger rose, trembling with rage. “Your stupid jealousy-driven tantrum could cost this university a sponsorship worth millions. Millions, Jared! And it could derail Sammy Jo’s chance with Skyrun Inc. Do you understand the weight of what you’ve jeopardized?”
Jared clenched his fist, rage tugging at the corners of his expression. “It wasn’t jealousy,” he forced out. “Sammy was the one who—”
“Enough!” Director Hill barked. “You think the press will care about your excuses? They’ll plaster your wild behavior across headlines. They’ll drag this school’s reputation through the mud. And for what? Because you couldn't control your pathetic emotions?”
Jared felt the sting in his chest. He wanted to argue, to scream the truth, but the director’s expression promised no fairness, no listening ear, no justice.
“Sir… I am sorry for what happened,” Jared managed, fighting to keep his voice steady. “But Sammy Jo started it. He pushed me—”
The director scoffed so loudly it nearly drowned Jared’s words. “You mean to tell me Sammy Jo, heir of the Joackin family, would involve himself in a brawl with a nobody? Jared, Jared…” He shook his head as if pitying him. “You never learn.”
Just then, his phone rang—sharp, shrill, and tension-inducing.
Director Hill raised his palm, signaling Jared to stay quiet as he answered. “Hello? …Ah! Ma’am.”
Even from feet away, Jared could see the man’s demeanor collapse. Hill’s back straightened, his forehead dampened with sudden sweat, and his voice trembled.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m extremely sorry, ma’am. Yes, I… I understand completely… No, ma’am, I assure you—I will handle him. I will have the boy dealt with immediately… Yes. Yes. Absolutely. Thank you, ma’am.”
He hung up with shaky fingers.
Then his eyes slowly lifted to Jared, colder than before.
“You should leave now,” he said. “And Jared…” His lips curled. “If your name crosses my desk again—even once—I will expel you so fast the school gate will still be swinging when you’re gone.”
Jared’s breath froze.
Director Hill pointed at the door without another word.
Jared left, fists clenched, jaw tight. His heart hammered with anger but also humiliation. He stepped into the hallway, letting out a long, shaky breath when his phone buzzed.
It was Brad Trodman.
The moment he answered, Brad’s panicked voice hit him like a punch to the gut.
“Bro, where are you?! Your grandma—Nana—she fainted!”
Jared’s legs nearly buckled. “What? What happened?!”
“Man, she heard about your fight with Sammy Jo. When she came to campus, they told her you’d been arrested. She went to beg Sammy and Lisa to forgive you. But Kirby insulted her… and pushed her.” Brad gulped audibly. “Jared, she collapsed. They rushed her to the hospital.”
Jared felt his blood turn to molten fire.
Kirby… pushed… Nana?
“How dare she… How dare any of them…” His voice cracked with fury.
Without another word, he hung up, ran out of the building, and flagged down the nearest taxi.
“General Hospital!” he shouted. “Fast!”
***
The hospital smelled like disinfectant and fear. Jared pushed through the doors and ran to the emergency desk.
“My grandmother!” he gasped. “Beatrice Dawson—where is she?”
A doctor stepped forward, removing his glasses with a heavy sigh. “Are you her grandson?”
“Yes! Please tell me she’s okay!”
The doctor hesitated. “She had a panic attack. Her heart gave out temporarily. Right now, she needs immediate heart surgery.”
Jared nodded vigorously. “Then do it! Start it! What are we waiting for?”
The doctor raised a trembling hand. “The surgery costs $500,000 upfront. And when it’s done, the procedures and recovery will reach an additional $2 million.”
Jared felt the world tilt. “$2.5 million… Before evening?”
“Yes,” the doctor confirmed gravely. “If we wait too long, her chances drop drastically. She’s hanging on by a thread. You need to find the funds—quickly.”
Jared’s breathing turned ragged.
Nana… the woman who raised him… who sheltered him… who chose him without knowing who he truly was… was dying.
And all because of Sammy Jo and Kirby.
His vision blurred with rage.
He stormed out of the hospital and jumped into another taxi.
“Back to LA University.”
Director Hill’s threats meant nothing now.
He would make Sammy Jo pay.
***
The sun was bright and cheerful over campus—mockingly so—casting long rays across the courtyard where Sammy Jo, Lisa, and Kirby stood at an ice cream stand, laughing.
Laughing.
While Nana lay on a hospital bed fighting for her life.
Jared marched toward them, face twisted with grief and anger.
Lisa saw him first. “Jared? What are you—”
“What did you do to my grandmother?!” he growled.
Lisa blinked, startled. “Jared, please… calm down. I’m sorry about what happened but we didn’t—”
Jared shoved her aside with a single sweep of his arm. She stumbled with a gasp.
His attention locked on Sammy Jo.
“You,” he spat. “You’re going to give me $2.5 million. Right now. My grandmother needs surgery.”
Sammy stared at him blankly for two seconds before bursting into cruel, mocking laughter.
“Two point five million?” he repeated. “For that old hag? Are you delusional?! She’s ancient. She should have died ages ago!”
Jared’s heart roared with fury. He stepped forward, ready to punch Sammy again—but stopped himself.
If he got arrested now, Nana would die.
Lisa grabbed his arm desperately. “Jared, please—if you want help, ask respectfully.”
Jared stared at her as if she had grown horns.
“Beg?” he repeated coldly. “You want me to beg the person who caused this?”
Kirby stepped in with folded arms. “Get lost, Jared. Before I call security and tell Director Hill and Professor Bernard. They’ve been looking for you.”
Jared froze. “Looking for me? But I just left Hill’s office.”
Kirby cackled. “Oh, you poor fool. A lot can happen in five minutes.”
Her words made his stomach drop.
“Honestly,” she continued with a wicked smirk, “you should just go to your grandma’s deathbed and get buried with her.”
Jared’s jaw trembled as the words sliced through him.
He wanted—deep down—to throw Kirby into the nearest lake and watch her sink.
Sammy crossed his arms. “Get out of my sight before I make you.”
Jared clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms.
Then—
“JARED!”
A deep, furious voice echoed from behind him.
He turned slowly.
Director Hill and Professor Bernard were marching toward him with thunder in their expressions.
Kirby smirked triumphantly. “Told you.”
Jared set his shoulders. He would not cower.
As the men stopped in front of him, he lifted his chin. “Before anything, I need to report—this boy and this girl insulted and pushed my grandmother. She’s in the hospital and needs surgery—”
“Shut up,” Professor Bernard snapped. “We don’t care about your dying grandmother.”
Jared’s chest tightened painfully. “She wouldn’t be dying if they hadn’t—”
Director Hill stepped in with a sneer. “Your stupidity earlier today has already caused enough trouble. The press picked it up. The school was on the brink of disaster until Sammy Jo’s mother intervened.”
Sammy smirked arrogantly. “Mom always comes through.”
Jared clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry, Director Hill. But Sammy Jo—he must pay for Nana’s surgery.”
Professor Bernard’s face turned red. “Are you deranged?! After nearly ruining the university’s reputation, you dare demand money from Sammy Jo?!”
He raised a hand to strike Jared—but Director Hill caught his wrist.
“No need,” Hill said calmly.
He adjusted his tie, exhaled, then fixed Jared with icy finality.
“Sammy Jo’s mother didn’t help us for free. She was furious that I allowed a pauper like you to lay hands on her son. She demanded consequences.”
Jared’s stomach twisted.
Hill continued, voice sharp as a blade.
“She gave me two choices: expel you immediately… or lose my job.”
A long, heavy silence.
“And since I have no intention of losing my job,” the director said coldly, “I choose to sacrifice you.”
His words dropped like a guillotine.
“From this moment onward, Jared Stevens, you are officially expelled from Los Angeles University. Permanently. You are never to return.”
Jared felt everything inside him collapse.
Nana dying.
No money.
No school.
No justice.
Just humiliation… and the slow, burning promise of revenge.
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