As for Eric Jenson, Mr. Marshall didn't even want to talk about him.
The boy used to be so well-behaved when being punished, but today, he hadn't even been standing there for five minutes before Iris Dalton whisked him away.
He'd heard the two of them went to the little shop by the gate for drinks and AC. They didn't come back for two whole periods, happily skipping class instead of studying.
'And just like that, the top student had fallen from grace!'
Mr. Marshall eyed Iris Dalton with a complex expression.
At this rate, it wouldn't be long before she'd wreaked havoc on all five hundred-plus third-year students!
"Miss Dalton." The dean of students was a stern-faced man in his early forties.
His hair, already sparse, seemed to have thinned even more over the course of the morning.
