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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)

“This isn’t jail.”

“Hardin . . .”

“I don’t know where he is, nor do I give a shit, and neither do you. You aren’t going near him.”

“Stop being like this! Stop telling me what I can and can’t do—it’s really pissing me off.”

“Are you cursing at me?” he says with an amused smirk.

Why does he think this is funny? It’s anything but funny. I begin to walk away from him, and the smile disappears from his lips.

“Tessa, come back,” he says, making me turn around.

“I’m going to find your father to see what’s going on.”

“Tell him to hurry up.”

I growl at him, literally, as I walk away. He thinks just because his father is the chancellor, he’s going to get out of this easily, and honestly, I really hope he does. But it’s still nerve-racking how lightly he’s taking the whole thing.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” I hear him say to a cop, and I rub my fingers over my temples.

I find Ken and Landon standing next to an older man with gray hair and a mustache. He’s wearing a tie and black dress pants, and the way he’s holding himself gives me the feeling that he’s important. When Landon notices me standing in the hall, he walks over to me.

“Who’s that?” I ask him quietly.

“He’s the provost.”

“That’s the vice chancellor, right?”

Landon looks worried. “Yeah.”

“What’s going on? What are they saying?” I try to hear the two men talking, but I can’t make out anything.

“It’s . . . well, it’s not looking good. There was a lot of damage done to the lab that Zed was in—I’m talking thousands of dollars’ worth of damage. On top of that, Zed has a broken nose and a concussion. Someone drove him to the hospital.”

My blood begins to boil. Hardin didn’t just push Zed around. He seriously injured him!

“Also, Hardin shoved a professor to the floor. There’s a girl who’s in Zed’s class that already wrote a statement saying Hardin came in there looking for Zed specifically. It’s looking really bad right now. Ken’s trying his best to keep Hardin out of jail, but I don’t know if that’s going to happen.” Landon sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “The only thing that can keep him out of jail is if Zed decides to not press charges. Even then I don’t know what’ll happen.”

My head is spinning.

“Expulsion,” I hear the gray-haired man say, and Ken rubs his hand over his chin.

Expulsion? Hardin can’t get expelled from school! Oh my God, this is a mess.

“He’s my son,” Ken says quietly, and I take a sly step closer to them.

“I know he is, but assaulting a professor and damaging school property isn’t something we can just brush aside,” the man says.

Damn Hardin and his temper. “This is a disaster,” I tell Landon, and he nods sullenly.

I want to throw myself on the floor and cry, or better yet, I want to stomp over to Hardin’s cell and punch him in his face. Neither of those things will help.