Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: 212-Lamar Played Dirty

Helanie:

"That is not what we mean when we say the seniors are allowed to bully juniors. It is mostly by words or by challenging them to a combat in front of the trainers," Norman said, his eyes narrowed as he spoke in anger.

"That is why Alpha Penn did it. I am sure it was the wrong way--," I uttered.

"And two wrongs don’t make it right. I will definitely spare you and everyone involved, but the fine has to be paid," Norman added, making me sigh in relief.

"We will pay for your fine," Maximus quickly added, but I noticed Norman tilt his head to glower at his brother for making that decision without his permission.

"It is alright. I will do it on my own this time," that was the plan. I wanted to get a job and do something for myself. Maybe they were right; we all needed a job so that we don’t wander around after academy and get ourselves in trouble.

"May I leave now? My friend--Lucy Dixon is not feeling well, and I have to go check up on her before I am headed to the ground for target practicing," I said to the brothers, who still looked pretty angry at the fact that seniors did this to us.

"Sure," Norman said, eyeing me to leave the application behind.

As I was headed out, I heard Emmet say something that caught my attention. "The top seniors will be pursued for getting physical, as well as they need to apologize to the juniors."

At least there was justice somewhere. I left for the hostel to check up on Lucy and, weirdly enough, I noticed someone was using the elevator.

That was odd.

Nobody uses the elevator unless it is me or someone extremely sick. There was only one person who was sick today.

"Lucy!" I uttered her name, rushing to take the stairs. I just had a very bad feeling about her taking the elevator.

It took me a while, but I noticed my strength had gotten better now that I am more on the active side of my lifestyle.

I reached the top and went straight into my room to find Lucy sitting in her bed with a food tray from the hostel’s kitchen in her lap.

"Hey, was it a half day?" she asked, a very subtle and weak smile on her lips.

"Umm, no! I came here to check on you. Were you--in the elevator?" I asked, feeling a bit shy to question her simple action.

"Yeah. I couldn’t really take the stairs. I’m still having such a headache, but I wanted food, so I took the elevator because that was easier," she answered, taking a big bite from her sandwich.