, less obvious than Brittany's. He wasn't offering clothes or f

uiet desperation that fueled her ambition. Northwood was a battlefield, and she was outgunne

she said, her voice carefully

iance. That' s w

e explained complex concepts with a clarity her overworked teachers rarely managed. He

l injury, the way he tapped his pen when thinking, the faint scent of expensive cologne. He w

wrong, her accent was wrong, her very existence seemed to be an affront to the established order. Her grades had initially suffered, not from lack of intellect, but

. Fake social media profiles appeared, posting embarrassing, fabricated stories about Sarah. H

ol counselor, would do little. He saw her academic potential, but he didn't see the s

break her spirit, to make her more v

erfect gentleman scholar. Sarah played along, focusing on the calculus, the physics, the literature. Each

ame. But she also saw him as an opportunity. He had resources, c