When the ambulance came, the man who was screaming had to quiet down. However, he would sniff like a baby and glare in Silas's direction every once in a while.
Silas ignored him, and his heart sank with dread. He knew he was finished for good this time!
He let his anger get the best of him; heck, he's lucky they only expelled him instead of getting arrested. Silas couldn't hear anything except for his pounding chest.
He could feel the stares on him, sharp and relentless stares that won't go away. Whispers drift around him like an ocean, and it was unending.
When the ambulance came with its red and blue flashing lights, the sound of sirens got louder as it got closer.
Then the door of the cafe was pushed wide open, and two men in firefighter clothes walked into the room with confidence and saw the man sitting in a chair with caked food and injuries on his face.
They came to the injured man and took him out of the room with professional attitudes. The man acted like a wimp, and his red, sad eyes tugged on people's heartstrings, pitying him even more.
When Silas saw this, he only rolled his eyes.
As soon as the ambulance people with the man left the room, most of the people's stares went back to focus on him.
Silas could feel more stares and saw most of the teachers looked at him in shock.
However, Silas didn't notice a young woman in the back and had walked forward past the people. Her steps filled with confidence, and her eyes filled with severity and sharpness.
His brow furrowed when he recognized her, the principal, Mrs. Kite.
She walked to him with a deep frown on her aged face, and she said to him with a stern voice, "Come with me; we need to talk."
Silas knew arguing would only get him in more trouble, so he kept his mouth shut. His heart was pounding, and he followed her with his heart in despair.
He knew this time he was truly finished.
He followed her in the hall, where she didn't speak to him, her back straight like a ramrod, and she walked with a graceful pace, and her footsteps only made his heart pound.
Once they went into a room, and the lady walked around her desk to sit in her chair. She looked at him with a frown, and she said with disapproval painted across her face, "Sit down!"
Silas could feel his heart hammering, and he obeyed her like an obedient student. He took a seat in the near chair, and he waited for her to do something, to say anything.
The woman looked at him with her sharp eyes, and she said with a deep sigh, "Young man, I don't know what happened, but you have fucked up badly. Heck, it's possible the police might get involved, and you could get arrested."
Silas opened his mouth, but she cut him off with her piercing glare, 'Save it!'
She continued with her words, sharp and piercing like a dagger to his heart, "I know this was a school fight, but this is a more serious matter because you have left physical damage to his face. There's a possibility that his face will never recover again, and he will have to carry physical and mental scars for the rest of his life."
Silas felt his heart sink further, and he didn't know what to do. His actions alone could get him arrested, and he looked at the teacher with a heavy expression. "I'm aware of what I had done, but he provoked me first."
He pointed at his face, where the food had fallen on his head, and anyone could see stains lingering on his clothes, and the principal shook her head, "Yes, that's true, but you aren't injured."
Then her eyes narrowed like a sharp sword, and she said in a low voice, "Not only that, I had seen the videos, and your anger and violence seem to follow you around like a shadow. You beat your own girlfriend, leaving her with bruises and marks on her body."
She looked at him with a deep frown. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to expel you from this school."
Those words had finally sunk his heart into the bottom ocean, and he asked her with a frown, "You won't ask me any questions or hear my side?"
The woman shook her head, and her hands closed together on the desk, and she said with her head tilted, "What excuse could you possibly come up with? It doesn't change anything; your actions alone guarantee ten years of imprisonment, so I suggest you leave and be grateful that you don't get any of this."
Silas knew that nothing would, so he stood up to his feet and slammed on the table.
The principal's expression changed with caution as if she was standing in a room with an unpredictable lion, easily angered, and she raised her brow at him.
Silas said in a low voice, "That woman framed me; I had never laid a hand on her."
Silas stared in her eyes deeply and intensely. "NEVER."
Silas didn't say anything else and saw the principal's face flush with a deep red, like she didn't know what to say to that.
Silas turned around and exited the room and remembered he left his bag in the cafe. He walked back to the cafe, ignoring more lingering stares on him.
As soon as he went into the cafe, more people stared at him, but he ignored it all. He lost it all: his scholarship, his college, and getting a better job and a new life.
All thanks to his slutty ex-girlfriend.
Silas grabbed his bag from the table and was about to leave the cafe until he saw the woman with strawberry blond hair. People had surrounded her like a fragile, delicate princess, but he noticed the look on her face, where people didn't see.
He narrowed his eyes when he saw her smiling in the corner of his eye, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.