My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0350 Lila’s POV “When did you get out?” Was the first thing my lips could utter as Scott approached.

“A couple of days after you came to see me,” he said, rubbing his hand behind his neck. “I just wanted to say I was sorry.” “Sorry?” “Yeah, for... erm... everything,” he said, meeting my eyes.

I was stunned by the sincere expression he was giving me. It was a look I had never seen from Scott before, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it,

“Oh...” I said, not sure what else to say.

“Thank you.” “Look... about your election...” Scott said, stepping closer to me. “You should be careful. There’s no telling what kind of tricks Sarah has up her sleeve. She’s capable of doing some pretty heinous crap. She’ll do what it takes to win.” “I’m not worried about the election,” I said with a shrug. This was the truth; honestly, I hadn’t even thought about the election.

“You should be,” Scott muttered.

“Knowing Sarah, she’s not going to play fair.” “My main concern right now is bettering the school and making sure that students have what they need. I'm I hosting a bake sale at the end of this I

week to raise money for future events, Regardless of who is president of the student committee, the students deserve nice events and better supplies, which costs money. Figured we might as well get started on raising that money. Don’t you think?” “Sarah’s father is very rich and can buy anything,” Scott reminded me.

knew this already, but it wasn’t the same as raising the money by students for students.

well aware,” was

his shoulders sulked

her in a

use

proof she has abilities, Scott,”

shocked by my statement and

He asked, narrowing his eyes at

my turn to

actual proof of the accusation. If what you are saying is true, then she could get into huge trouble from the board. But I can’t go to them with this without

ask anyone she’s around. She can get them to do things without them taking a second

said, shutting my locker door and then proceeded to step around him. “I'm glad you are out of jail. Try

his eyes, and it tugged at

said nothing as he watched me walk down the hallway and toward my next class. Shifting and