Chapter 331 You’re Too Nice-Looking to Scare Anyone

Before the two boys could reach the door, it flew open with a loud bang, slamming straight into their faces.

One got it in the nose, the other got shoved into his stomach by the first, and the two collapsed into a pile on the floor.

The girl stood frozen in the middle of the bathroom, staring at the man who appeared at the door.

He was wearing a school jacket, but something about him screamed he was not a student. The face, the presence—way too sharp to pass for a kid.

But she didn’t have time to figure it out, because Yunice ran straight into his arms.

It was Wyatt.

The girl frowned, pouting with jealousy as she watched Yunice cling to him.

Gripping the collar of his borrowed school jacket, Yunice looked up and said quietly, “I remember all their names and faces. Let’s just go.”

She didn’t want any more attention. The only thing she wanted now was to make it through the rest of the SAT without any more drama.

Wyatt didn’t say a word. He glanced down at the floor, saw the condom wrapper that had fallen out during the scuffle… and on the way out, he made sure to land a kick to each of the guys still moaning on the ground.

Hand in hand, he led Yunice out of the bathroom. She had to jog a little to keep up with him, sneaking glances at his face the whole way.

She was practically holding her breath. She just kept thinking, "God, I cause so many problems."

Sure enough, Wyatt kicked over a trash can they passed like it owed him money.

Yunice didn’t know what to say.

There were still a few media people hanging around the school gates. Wyatt pulled his borrowed school jacket up and over Yunice’s head, covering her completely, and ushered her into the car.

The door slammed behind them.

Jordan, sitting up front, turned around and burst out laughing the second he saw Wyatt still dressed like a teenager.

“Dude,” he snorted, “you look about as much like a high schooler as I look like a prom queen.”

Then he added, “Told you Ms. Yunice was fine. But no, you just had to storm in there.”

Yunice kept her head down. She didn’t say a word about what had actually happened.

Wyatt stayed silent, too. He didn’t want her to have to.

She thought about saying she could’ve handled it. She had three years in that psych ward. She wasn’t like the fragile rich kids who’d never been punched before.

But she didn’t say anything.

Because she also worried—maybe this would make Wyatt rethink letting her go to college.

Trouble seemed to follow her like a shadow.

The test day was over. Jordan drove them back to Pavilion Hall.

Yunice curled up on the couch, sneaking glances at Wyatt every couple of minutes.

He turned to her after a few seconds and pinched her chin gently, angling her face toward him. “Try scowling.”

Yunice blinked. “What?”

“Come on. Give me your meanest look.” He sounded exasperated. “You know bullies pick targets, right? You look way too nice.”

She thought he was about to say she was weak.

But he didn’t.

Wyatt went on. “Look at me. Now scowl.”

Yunice furrowed her brow and glared up at him as hard as she could.

He stared back at her. For a second, something flickered in his eyes—then he looked away, let go of her chin, and sighed.

“Forget it.”

Yunice was confused. That wasn’t mean enough?

Wyatt went upstairs without another word.

Yunice stayed on the couch, trying to mimic Wyatt’s angry expression in the reflection of the window.

It made her laugh.

The rumor about her cheating on the SAT didn’t die down. Her old student photo had gone viral, though no one had managed to identify her.

She was like a ghost—her identity completely scrubbed from the public. Even Lily didn’t know her new name.

That night, Owen was scrolling his phone during dinner when Yunice’s picture popped up under a headline about the SAT scandal. His chopsticks clattered to the table.

“What the hell is wrong with the media?” he muttered. “Why would they put up a picture of Yunice? She took the SAT years ago.”

He figured it was some kind of mistake, so he called up the media outlet and asked them to take it down.

But the reporter told him it wasn’t a mistake. The tip was a verified submission. The source had even provided details of Yunice’s testing location.

Then the reporter asked if he was related to the girl in the photo.

Owen could tell from the guy’s tone that things were going off the rails, so he hung up immediately.

"If this really is about Yunice," he thought, "those vultures are going to hound the Saunders family nonstop."

He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would Yunice take the SAT now? She hadn’t studied in three years. Was she just setting herself up to fail?

He couldn’t understand her at all.