One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 28

Audrey & Third Person

Audrey's POV

I stared at the cheerleading squad in complete disbelief, my jaw hanging open as they performed their routine in those all-too-familiar uniforms. The asymmetrical bodice, the sweeping skirt with that pop of burgundy, the cream knitted cardigan...

It was unmistakably my design down to the very last detail.

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But how? I had received that email just last week, clearly stating that my submission had been rejected. So who had approved this? And why was my hard work being showcased without any credit?

Suddenly, the sensation of someone shaking my arm pulled me out of my stupor. I whipped my head around to see my friends staring at me with wide eyes, their faces just as shocked as mine was. "Audrey, is that...?"

Tina didn't even need to finish before I was turning on my heel. Gritting my teeth, I pushed through the crowd, making a beeline for the bulletin board near the gymnasium entrance. Sure enough, tacked up amongst the various announcements and flyers was an official- looking notice detailing the winning cheerleading uniform design pick.

My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw the bolded name at the top of the page.

Linda O'Malley.

Of course. That scheming little brat had obviously found a way to steal my hard work and pass it off as her own, just to spite me. Just like she had done when she trashed our studio. A white-hot flare of rage ignited within me, and I whipped around to search the gym for that familiar brunette head of hers.

"There's the little thief," I snarled when I spotted her, causing a few nearby people to jump in surprise.

grabbed my arm again. "Audrey,

arm away. "I'm giving her a piece

her gaggle of new friends. Stopping a few feet from her, I clenched my hands into fists and called out, "You

turned at the sound of my voice, and her eyes widened almost comically. Good-so she knew exactly why I was furious. Still, she

she purred, clutching a hand to her

jabbed an accusing finger toward the cheerleaders still performing their

my neck stand on end. In the blink of an eye, one of her friends-a tall,

she growled,

tremor of fear shot through me as she parted her lips, revealing

a look of pure venom. "Little Miss Priss here is just throwing a tantrum because she didn't get her way. Isn't that

hard, I mustered up every ounce of courage and lifted my chin defiantly. "You're going to pay for this, Linda.

Audrey. Now why don't you run back to your little friends? Or should I ask Regan to

my size, likely on the rugby team. Against my better judgment, I backed away-but

comeuppance. I would make

Third Person POV

locker rooms with Regan and a few of her other new friends. She was practically glowing with smug satisfaction over having

she said, dabbing at her lip gloss with her pinky finger in the mirror of her small compact, "she won't be around for much longer.

up the sound of heels clicking briskly on the tiled floor behind them. Linda turned with a scowl already in place, ready to bite out a scathing

into a polite yet disinterested smile. "Linda O'Malley?" the

name alone was enough to wipe the scowl from Linda's face. The other girls exchanged hushed, awestruck murmurs as Linda reached out

her best to keep her tone calm and unaffected despite the excited pounding

reminded her of

contain her delight, Linda positively beamed at the woman. "I