She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 92

Lacy and the others made no effort to hide the excitement on their faces—God only knew how badly they wanted him to show up.

They hadn’t expected him to come so soon.

But the moment Shawn walked in, it was like a lifeline had been thrown to them.

The anticipation and hope in their eyes couldn’t be disguised.

They were thrilled—finally, someone was here to stand up for them.

In the front row, Finley leaned back ever so slightly, raising a hand to shield his mouth as he whispered over his shoulder to Sabrina, “That’s the school’s top dog. Trust me, don’t cross him. Just play dumb.”

As soon as he finished, he saw Shawn heading their way and immediately straightened up, desperate to avoid drawing his attention.

Sabrina’s eyes flickered. This was the second time Finley had shown her a hint of kindness.

Every eye in the room was on Shawn—his entrance was simply impossible to ignore.

Shawn strode toward the back row, those striking eyes settling on Sabrina. His gaze swept the room, pausing briefly on familiar faces before landing on the new girl in his seat.

His brows drew together.

She sat with her head bowed, engrossed in her book.

He didn’t recognize her.

A transfer student?

Shawn stopped in front of her desk and tapped it twice, leaning over so his shadow fell across her page. His deep, languid voice sounded above her, “You’re in my seat.”

Sabrina looked up.

She found herself staring up at a guy at least six foot two, all long limbs and sharp lines.

His cool gray eyes met hers, and a single cross earring glinted from his left ear, giving his handsome face a wild, almost British sort of edge.

She asked coolly, “Does it have your name on it?”

Shawn’s eyes narrowed. No one had ever spoken to him like that.

All around, the room seemed to freeze. Was this girl out of her mind?

His answer came, low and even, revealing nothing. “No.”

Sabrina simply pointed to an empty seat nearby. “That one’s open.”

Her eyes were flat, completely indifferent. She couldn’t even be bothered to fake a polite expression.

Shawn followed her gesture to the two empty seats beside her.

In the front row, Finley’s heart was pounding. If these two started swinging, he’d be the first caught in the crossfire—his seat was practically in the blast zone.

Meanwhile, Lacy, Ayla, and the rest of Sabrina’s usual victims were nearly trembling with excitement.

In their heads, they chanted, “Come on! Fight! Fight already!”

The rest of the class was a shifting sea of nerves, curiosity, and excitement—everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

Shawn’s expression was icy, his eyes flashing cold enough to cut steel.

No one had ever dared speak to him like this. He was used to people fawning over him, bending to his every whim.

His lips curled. “You sure about that?”

A collective gasp swept the room.

It was coming—everyone could feel it.

Phones were already out, ready to record the showdown between the school’s two most notorious students.

Sabrina sat tall in her seat, lifting her chin to meet his gaze, her voice as cold as ever.

“I’m sure. If you’re not going to sit, turn left, and use that door.” She pointed straight at the back exit.