CHAPTER THIRTY

ELLA'S POV

I did the one thing my fuzzy brain could think of in that moment - I started falling down, pretending to faint. But before I could hit the floor, Trent's arm shot out and caught me, his hand wrapping around my waist.

I looked up to see his face swimming before me, four eyes, no three... Ugh, stupid Nytol pills. Can't you just let me pretend to collapse in peace after refusing to help me out here?

Trent leaned down, his breath tickling my ear in a way that made me shiver as he whispered. "Don't tell me this is your genius method of thinking he'll let you out of here? We don't have to go to such extremes, dear."

Before I could respond, he straightened up again, lifting me along with him. Trent turned to Mr. Hayes, a cocky grin on his face that I knew all too well.

"Sir, you're really going to deny this student the chance to take urgent medication?" He challenged, while I swayed unsteadily on my feet, the classroom spinning around me.

"If she gets seriously ill because you re