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rner. She poked at the shattered scree

. The beggar

. She recognized the sh

rbucks cup in her hand. Three girls from h

Did you really think throwing your garbage p

her eyes on

's car last week. Everyone knows you sleep around to keep your

nearby turned their h

. She slowly raised her head. He

rity's honor code, Amber?" Kaliyah asked. Her

hit. Her fingers tightened

Amber

aimed the boiling liquid d

a spring. She calculated the trajectory. It would take exactly

twitche

rner of her eye, sh

o inches. It was a calculated retreat, ensuring the boiling liquid would splash onto the table and her dark skirt, missing h

f education at NYU? Was

e echoed through

e sudden movement splashed the boiling coff

d started frantically w

few feet away. The president wa

yelled. "My office. Now. You

yton, hoping for sympathy. Br

rying girl and locked onto K

ond before the coffee fell. There was no panic, no flinching-only a cold, calculating readiness. He saw her

curled into

t for scheming than academics,

left Kaliyah. He was calling her a manipulato

fectly. She stared blankly at the

is chest. It was like punching a wall of wa

tered. Amber r

she lifted it, she saw a thick, cre

ed it there while

al Department. On the back, handwritten in black i

at the card. He