Filed to story: Gavin Landry and Judy Werewolf Story
Carol only got a slap on the wrist because of her famous mother and rich father, I vowed to never feel that vulnerable again.
My parents got the into therapy sessions where they helped me with my condition and I studied twice as hard every single day.
I hadnt thought about that day in a long time.
But as I stood in the middle of the stage, staring at all my peers, they were all silently watching me, wondering what I would do at that moment.
Would I defend myself? Would I tell Carol that I deserved this scholarship? I was speechless, just like that of the spelling bee ceremony Carol, this is quite a serious accusation, the dean said, folding his arms across his chest.
This is hardly the time and place for a scene.
I have proof that Judy doesnt deserve this reward, Carol said, stopping next to me.
She is a fake … a fraud.
I was stunned and speechless.
I know everybody was waiting for me to say something in my own defense, but I couldnt.
I was numb and confused.
I couldnt believe this was happening.
The dean also seemed to be at a loss.
He soon cleared his throat and straightened his posture.
How about we speak in my office, he finally stated.
It would be better if we did this more privately.
Fine by me, Carol said, narrowing her eyes as she glared at me.
I would be happy to show you the proof.
The dean nodded and ushered us out of the ceremony room.
He paused by his assistant who was watching us with large eyes.
He whispered something to her, and she nodded her understanding.
I followed the dean, keeping my head low as everyone murmured around me.
Is she really unworthy of the scholarship? Her silence speaks volumes ! Why isnt she defending herself?? My head lifted slightly as I passed Nan ; her eyes were wide and filled with worry.
She gave me a small and confident smile when our eyes locked and I felt a little lighter knowing she was in my corner.
We made our way outside and we walked in silence as we reached the administration office.
The deans office was on the top floor, so we had to take the stairs.
Take a seat, ladies, the dean said as he sat on his desk chair.
I sat down beside Carol, and she was quick to pull out her phone.
She had a sneer on her lips, and I knew she was up to something that I wasnt going to expect.
A tight knot formed in the pit of my stomach and my heart thudded rapidly against my ribcage.
There was a knock on the door, drawing our attention elsewhere.
Enter, the dean said, leaning back in his seat.
One of my professors walked into the room ; he was my defense training professor and someone I looked up Carol was also in that class.to.
For some reason, seeing him made me sigh in relief.
It was nice to see a familiar and friendly face during this high -tension time.
Professor Rodgers, what can I do for you? The dean asked, raising his brows at the professor.
Ive come to offer my guidance and support, he said, walking into the room and leaving the door open a crack.
I think of myself as a mentor figure to these girls and Id like to be here during this conversation if youll allow it.
The dean nodded his head thoughtfully.
Of course, he said, motioning for an empty seat.
Professor Rodgers walked towards the seat ; his eyes refusing to meet mine.
The dean finally turned his attention to Carol and cleared his throat, getting her attention.
You said you have proof that shes been disloyal? The dean asked.
Carol straightened her posture as she swiped across the screen on her phone.
Check this out, Carol hissed.
Judy doesnt need this scholarship.
Shes rich and has all the money in the world.
She got into a luxury car last night.
Only rich people can get rides from cars of this status.
The scholarship should go to someone in need.
Is her family even struggling at all? Or was it some big ploy to gain sympathy? She pulled up a picture of me getting into the car that Gavin had sent to me last night.
I knew I was being watched ; I could feel it.
But I decided to ignore it at the time and now it seemed like it was going to bite me in the ass The dean examined the photo for a moment, his brows furrowed together.
He then looked at me and I watched his Jips press in a thin line.
Where exactly do you work, Miss Judy? He asked, raising his brows.
I couldnt tell him where I worked or who I worked for because of that contract I signed for Gavin.
I wasnt sure what to say or how to redeem myself.
The dean grew suspicious of my silence but before he could say anything, Professor Rodgers cleared his throat.
Its clear that we really dont know who Judy Montague is he said, folding his arms across his chest.
My heart fell deep into my stomach as I turned to look at him.
What was he doing? What was he trying to say? If she would lie about something like this, how do we know she isnt lying about other stuff? I always found it suspicious that she was so good at almost everything.
Shes probably paying someone to help her cheat.
I think we should look more into that, sir.
Surely, we cant allow someone disloyal to remain at this school.