Chapter 15. Bad Reputation

My days as a student are much more…smooth now. I had completely adjusted, except for the cold see stares in my direction as I passed by the hallway.

I am not that dumb. I know what they are thinking about. it’s about Mr. Venesian again. I am not deaf as I could hear their whispers about me.

“Whore.” “Slut.”

They are hating me just because I am the only one who could talk to Mr. Venesian. even my other female professors were not in the mood. give me good grades even though I did well.

Just yesterday, I was surprised to see Mr. Venesian’s bodyguards at my dorm and. drove me to his house, just for him to ask me for help with his upcoming presentation.

Being close to the dean is both hell and heaven. Hell because of the rumors and whispers about me, but also heaven because I get to experience the good side of this bad reputation I have.

The professors might have hated me, but they couldn’t give me the confinement notice. And Ms. Gwen, who had been rou