SMACK! A solid slap landed squarely across her face.
Mia Grant's pupils constricted.
Her head was turned to the side, her disheveled hair tumbling down to hide her profile and the rapidly swelling red mark from the slap.
"I knew it was you! You were deliberately avoiding me yesterday, weren't you?"
"You've gotten bold, playing dead? How dare you. You ungrateful wretch!"
Mrs. Grant lunged forward to grab her hair, but Mia's roommates reacted first, quickly shielding her. "Where did this crazy old hag come from? Are you insane?!"
"You hit her again, I dare you!"
The dorm leader started to call security.
Mrs. Grant shot them a disdainful look, clearly unimpressed by a few students. "Bad company corrupts good character. You're all just as ill-mannered."
"Get out of my way. I'm teaching my daughter a lesson. Don't talk to me about security—what could the police do even if they came?"
