This entire situation feels so unfair, and the condescending way he’s talking to me stirs up all the frustration I’ve been containing all weekend. What I really want to say is that if their prized alumnus, Aaron, hadn’t been acting like such a complete jerk, then none of this would’ve happened. Where’s his emergency meeting? Why am I the one sitting here getting lectured? It’s yet another example of the double standards in this industry, of the ways the people who’ve clawed their way to the top will always close ranks to protect each other, and yet another sign that I don’t belong here.

“Fortunately,” Mr. Brooks continues, straightening a stack of papers on his desk, “Mr. Barnett has decided not to press charges.”

I maintain my neutral expression, although I can’t help feeling a flicker of amusement. Of course Aaron isn’t pressing charges—it would require him admitting in court that one punch from a hockey player laid him flat, which I know his ego wouldn’t be able to handle.

Sensing my apparent lack of attention, Mr. Brooks taps his fingers against his desk sharply. “We’ve let students go for less than this. We won’t be taking that measure with you, but this is going to make your life hell for the next few months. Do you understand me?” I hold his gaze steadily, and he huffs out a breath. “I’ll take that as a yes. The good news, if there is any in this absolute shit show, is that if you work your ass off, you can still do well and graduate with recommendations that should land you a job at a decent firm.”

I nod, offering up a stiff smile. My parents are probably going to be disappointed when they hear about this, if they haven’t already. Although it wasn’t what I wanted, I also can’t say I’m mad that it happened. Aaron said terrible things that night, but no one knows about any of that. The only story that the dean seems to have heard is that Declan punched Aaron, but anyone who knows Aaron should be able to guess that he did something to deserve it. And they’d be right.

“Are you listening?” Mr. Brooks snaps, yanking me back to the present.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” I say, wincing.

“Good.” He blows out a breath. “Then I guess we’re done here. But if you’ve heard even one word of what I’ve had to say, I sincerely hope you’ll take it to heart. You’re a fantastic student, Hannah, and I would hate to see you throw away your future over something like this.”

I stand up, gathering my bag. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Brooks. I appreciate your concern.”

Mr. Brooks sighs and waves a hand. “You’re dismissed.”