Chapter 4Breaking the Cliche Romance Script

“And you are?”

“Blake Crawford, Student Council President.” He puffed out his chest, his face glowing with pride.

I scoffed. What a big shot, sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

“First, the Student Council has no authority over the work-study program. Second, my application was approved by the university administration. What evidence do you have that I falsified anything? If you don’t have any, then you’re slandering me in a public place.”

Blake sidestepped the question. “It is every student’s duty to uphold the integrity of our campus! A complaint has been made, and it needs to be investigated. You should be confessing and cooperating, not causing a scene here!”

Seeing that logic was useless with him, I stopped arguing and made a beeline for the library director’s office.

“Daniella, you faked your records to steal a spot from someone who needs it! I’m telling you to leave, why are you going to my superiors? Get back here! Stop disturbing the other students!” he yelled, chasing after me.

His shouting made everyone in the library turn and stare.

I didn’t stop. I burst into the director’s office and said, “Director, this student is causing a major disturbance in the library and is trying to have me fired from my job!”

The director looked startled, his gaze shifting from me to the young man who had followed me in. “Blake, is this true?”

Blake quickly tried to explain himself. “A student filed a complaint. I was worried about the potential scandal, so I thought it would be best for Daniella to go home until the investigation is complete.”

“Do you have any actual evidence?” the director asked, echoing my question.

“Well… it was an anonymous, verbal complaint.”

“Hah!” I let out a sharp laugh. “According to university regulations, anonymous complaints without concrete evidence are not considered valid. Blake, I have reason to believe you are deliberately targeting me.”

“We don’t even know each other. Why would I target you? I’m acting in the best interests of the university!” he denied, but his shifty eyes gave him away.

The director, pretending not to notice, tried to smooth things over. “Blake was probably just misled. It was all for the good of the university! Daniella, you can go back to your work now.”

But I wasn't letting it go.