Chapter 46: Offense
The rest of my economics class passed by without any more stares or comments directed at me. That was my last class of the day, so I left the academic building and headed for the student parking lot. Mutterings and staring still followed me as I went, but I was hoping that word about my little speech in econ would go around and everyone would stop their childish whispers.
But I meant what I said. They could think whatever they wanted about me. At the end of the day, it was my choice how their wrong assumptions affected me.
And I was going to choose to ignore them.
With my head held high, I walked to the busy parking lot. Isabella had texted me that she would send a car to pick me up and take me to their house for Michelle’s tutoring session.
My mouth dropped open when I saw what was waiting for me.
One of the Laken’s drivers—wearing a black suit, complete with a black chauffeur hat—was standing in front of a black Rolls-Royce with a sign that said ‘Miss Lowett’.
The unwanted attention of my classmates increased as I walked toward one of the most expensive cars in the world.
“Do you think Gareth Laken sent that car?” a girl whispered loud enough for me to hear.
“She’s totally his call girl. I just know it,” the girl’s friend muttered back.
Shaking my head to ignore them, I climbed into the car, but my face was still flushed with embarrassment.
“Good afternoon, Miss Lowett,” the driver said after he got into the front. “My name is Mr. Dawson. Is the temperature in the car to your liking?” He gestured to the complicated-looking AC.