Kalie's POV.

"Are you sure it was him?" I inquire for the fifth time since Jen came in, rushing, two minutes ago.

"I told you, Kal! I am not sure. I heard students talking about it and then saw a boy followed by Ken and his gang. They were all headed towards the principal's office."

"So we are not sure. It can be anyone." I try to calm my racing heart, holding onto any strings of little hope I could find. "I mean, maybe that boy and his gang fought and things got out of hand. Maybe it's a different matter and not what we are thinking. Right?"

"I don't think so, Kal! I think it's pretty much what we are thinking." There she goes breaking all strings of hope for me. If it's what we are thinking, and if it's Evan in there, then he is going to be in deep trouble. I know Ken, he won't let this slide that easily and this all is gonna be my fault.

Seeing the other possibility, if Evan tells them everything and tells them how I barged in his room that night covering in paint, then I'll be the one in trouble. And I don't want Jen to get caught in it with myself. She wasn't even ready to assist me that night and I coerced her. I made her accompany me and help me in my mission.

If I fall - which I hope I don't - I don't want her to fall in it with me. With a little help from my dad, I know I'll be able to handle this but it'll cost me something in return too. This help from him won't be free and I don't want him to get involved in any of this.

"You stay here. I don't want them to know you were in it with me." I stop Jen in the hallway on reaching the office. "You should go to your dorm, or go to the class."

"Kal! But-"

"No matter what. Don't let anyone know you were in it with me. I will handle this." I assure her when I know, deep down, that I am not sure myself what I'll be doing in there. I am not sure how will I be able to handle this mess that I have created. I just wanted to create a mess for Ken, not to get caught in it myself. I just wanted sweet revenge. A little dirty sweet revenge. That was all I planned to do, not to face this drama.

"You sure?" She asks the question which I was afraid to answer because, no, I am not sure at all. I decide not to say anything and just nod.

"Best of luck." She hugs me and then turns around to leave.

I take in a deep breath and then let it out. "You can handle this, Kal!" I pat my chest on top of my heart, trying to calm its racing speed. "Let's do this."

I peek into the principal's office through the small window in the door. I see Ken sitting in one of the front chairs and a boy - which I am hoping is not Evan - sitting on the other. The moment my eyes meet the blue-chequered print of the shirt the boy is wearing, I let out a small sigh of relief.

First, no way in hell the hot boy whom I lay my eyes on could be Evan. Second, no way in freaking hell Evan is as hot and handsome as that boy - seeing the well-built back of his - and third, to sum up, this isn't Evan. That means it's probably some boy fight that went way out of their hands hence involving the principal's office. I guess I worried for nothing. It is a different matter.

"Thank God." I let out another sigh of relief and decide to get back to my class.

"Kalie?" I hear my name followed by the door opening up. "What are you doing here?" The scumbag aka Ken asks looking straight into my eyes. He closes the door behind him and rests against it. Oh, how I wish this door opens and he falls right on his back. He doesn't look mad as he was the last two days. With his hair in a mess, as usual, he is wearing a blue T-shirt written Break the rules in white colour on it, followed by his black jeans. The expression on his face looks kind of satisfied, making me wonder what could be the reason to his this face.

I don't like his face. I don't like his crooked nose, his sharp jaws and his fine cheekbones along with his blue eyes and messy blonde hair. I don't like how this scumbag was given such handsome genes and how he uses it to play around girls. I don't like that there was a time I was in love with this boy, his handsome face and that body beneath those clothes. I hate all of this. I hate all of him. This satisfied expression on his face is making me want to punch his face and break his already crooked nose. I want to do more than just ruin his clothes. I want to ruin all of him.

"Are you listening?" He asks and I come back from my hatred fill thoughts of him.

"I was just passing by."

"By peeking in?"

"I was passing by but then I saw this asshole sitting in there and decided to see what drama is he planning now." I retort giving a complete hint to whom I am referring to.

"Don't forget. You were in love with this asshole once." He smirks and what did I say? I don't like his face and I so do not like his smirk. I grit my teeth and fist my hands. I want to punch him right on his damn smirking lips.

"Don't forget," I say starting from his words. "I hate this asshole and will make sure he regrets his whole life."

With the same damn smirk, he brings his face close to mine. "That we'll see," he whispers. I hate how satisfied he looks and I fucking hate how he sounds so sure. "For now, as you said, I have a new drama to plan."

He opens the door and steps in. I look at him with utter disgust and hate. I would have never thought that one day I will hate a person this much. I never thought hating someone up to this extent was even possible. He proved me wrong. He showed me that this was quite possible. The only words coming to my mind are Fuck you!

"By the way, you wanna come in and see the drama? As my ex-girlfriend, I can give you this special privilege." He stops while closing the door and looks at me with the same smirking face. Before I could say anything to insult him, his next words made me tongue-tied. "After all, he's the one who ruined your ex's clothes."

"What?" I ask not believing what I just heard. A few minutes ago, I made sure that this isn't what I was thinking. I looked at the boy with my own eyes. He wasn't Evan. He can't be him. Then why this scumbag is saying he caught him? How did he catch him? Did they see the security camera footage? But the last time I heard, those cameras in the hallway were long broken. I remember Ken's gang breaking them a month ago. I remember they broke it saying it invades their privacy. Then how did he find him and what made him think it was him? Please, God! Let it be a big misunderstanding. Please!

"I found that shithead who tried to mess with me," Ken says, rather proudly and I follow him inside the office. My heart beating profoundly in my ribcage and my mind continuously hoping that this was someone else and not Evan. If it is Evan and if he tells everyone about what happened, my reputation will be ruined. I will become the gossip of this college. Heartbroken girlfriend decided to take revenge on her boyfriend and got caught. I will get famous as a failure. And no way in hell, I am a failure.

"Kalie? What are you doing here?" Mr. Walter, our principal asks. On hearing my name, the boy in the blue-chequered shirt turns his face. I am still hoping that this is someone else and that this is some big misunderstanding. My heart falls in the pit of my stomach and my fear takes the shape of reality. Those green eyes, staring at me. The same rage in them which I saw on the first night in his room. The same blazing fire in his eyes and the same disgusted expression on his face.

"I brought her with me, Dad," Ken replies but my eyes are fixed on those green eyes and that face which seems utterly disgusted by my presence.

"So we'll proceed then," Mr. Walter says. "Why did you do it, Mr. Evan?" He asks but Evan's eyes are set on mine. He is not answering, not saying anything. He is just looking at me. He is mad, he is furious and his eyes saying clearly, it's all your fault.

"Mr. Evan. I am asking you something." The principal asks again but he keeps quiet. I bit my lower lip and I can hear the beating of my heart against my eardrums.

"I..." I try to speak but it feels like my throat just got dry. I take in a short breath and let it out. I try again and say, 'Is there any evidence he did it?" They cannot accuse anyone just based on their hunch. There's got to be concrete proof.

"We found this bag has the same colour bottles as those found on my clothes in his room. We also happened to find the scissors in the bag." Ken says and I curse under my breath.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

This is all my fault. Why the fuck I had to go hide in his room? Why the fuck I had to leave the bag in his room? Why the fuck I didn't think of it through? It's all my fault.

"Mr. Evan, don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Mr. Walter asks and this time, he turns his head towards him.

"Maybe it's his roommate's," I say abruptly before Evan can say anything. Although this is my fault and I shall step forward and tell but I can't. I know I am being selfish but I can't help it. I can't ruin my reputation and let others call me a failure. I am sorry, Evan. My reputation means a lot to me.

"Unfortunately, his roommate hasn't come back yet. He's in his hometown since last weekend so this can't be his." Ken replies and I hate how he has done all his research. It feels like he has left no loopholes for me. I can't seem to help Evan and me. I am hopeless!

"I am afraid if you won't say anything. I will have to expel you. Seeing your last college record, I must say you are quite a troublesome student. Your grades aren't that good and seeing how you got into many fights, I don't think so you'll be able to secure admission to any college after this." The principal warns and I look at Evan. I didn't know he was a problematic guy who would have gotten into many fights. Seeing his burning range and his short-temper, I could have thought of it but never knew he did all of this. So if he gets expelled, his life will be ruined? And this all will be my fault. I will be the reason behind all of this.

Fuck.

"Evan, I am afraid-"

"Do whatever you want. I don't care." He says before Mr. Walter can say further. He grabs his bag and walks past me and out of the office. He didn't look at me, he didn't say anything. He just walked past me.

Shit! This is all fucked up!

"Mr. Walter. Sir! Give me some time. Don't expel him please." I plead and then head out of the office.

"Evan!" I call out his name but he didn't listen. He is marching down the hallway with his long strides and I have to run after him to catch him. He walks through the hall's gate and out into the college grounds. I run after him still calling his name. "Evan! Stop! Listen to me." But he isn't listening.

I reach up to him and before he can walk further away from me, I grab his hand. I grab his right hand with both of my hands and stop him. "Evan! Look! I didn't know this will happen. I-"

Before I can complete my sentence, he jerks his hand away and then looks into my eyes. The same green eyes burning with rage and hatred. His jaw was tense and he was gritting his teeth as if trying his best to stop himself from hitting someone or maybe from hitting me. Seeing this much hatred for me in someone's eyes hurts me a bit. He hates me so damn much and I can feel it. For the first time, I am feeling this much hatred from someone and this hurts.

"Congratulations, Kalie Wilson! You have ruined my already fucked-up life." My heart falls in the pit of my stomach and my eyes widen at his words. His every word holding a bitter tone and those words cut deep into my heart. He walks away from me while I stand there shocked. I never thought words can hurt like hell. I always thought it's the actions that hurt you and not words. I have always thought of words as hollow letters with not much of any meaning. Never in my life, words have ever hurt me. They were those hollow letters that didn't mean anything but today, those hollow letters seem to hurt me a lot.

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