From Zero to Shero (by Tessa Wallen) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Playing Dirty

Josie smirked to herself. If this guy was on Aiden's bad side, she was definitely gonna get to know him better.

She chucked her lunchbox into the trash and headed off to dig up some books on acupuncture.

Kyle caught her ignoring him, and his jaw tightened. "Hey, you hear me? You already ticked Aiden off this morning. Don't go making it worse."

Josie almost laughed, but it was a cold, bitter one in her head. In her old life, she'd jumped through hoops to keep them happy, always putting their feelings first.

Not anymore. She was done playing nice—she was looking out for herself now.

"Thanks for handling the stuff, Kyle," she said, voice icy, barely glancing at Kyle before heading upstairs.

Her chilly vibe threw Kyle off.

He'd known Josie forever, and she'd never hit him with that look.

Kyle's mind spun. 'Is she still mad about this morning when we pushed her to apologize? I thought Aiden's feelings were her top priority. I was just trying to help—why's she acting like I'm the jerk?'

Kyle scoffed and stormed out of the archive room.

When Josie came back down with her book, the empty room didn't surprise her.

Kyle was selfish to the core. His family name and skills weren't enough to keep him in the team's good books, so he stuck to Aiden like glue, always sucking up.

Back when Josie was the team's favorite, Aiden had a soft spot for her. Kyle milked it, using her to talk him up to Aiden.

Even when a lab disaster nearly got him kicked out, Josie had begged Aiden and David to give him another shot.

But when Natalie framed her and the team turned on her, who was the first to stab her in the back? Kyle.

Josie let out a sharp, mocking chuckle. 'What, I give him the cold shoulder once, and he just bolts?

'Wait till I shove that diploma in his face, every backstab he pulled returned, one by one. What's he gonna do then?'

She pushed Kyle out of her mind, left the archive room, and headed to her dorm, missing the cold, angry eyes watching her from the shadows.

Kyle figured Josie would blow up his phone, begging him to come back and help.

The archive room was a mess of papers—no way she could sort it alone.

But she didn't call. Didn't even stay. She just walked out. That wasn't the Josie he knew.

'Is this who she really is?' he wondered, doubt creeping in. 'Was that sweet, go-along girl just a front all this time?'

Kyle's face lit up like he'd cracked a big secret.

Heading to the guys' dorm, he muttered, "Josie, you're done. I'm gonna expose you and make things right for Natalie."

Aiden had pushed for Josie to apologize to Natalie, showing who he really cared about. Kyle thought If he could get on Natalie's good side, Aiden would be stoked.

He'd hoped Josie would suck it up and say sorry to Aiden—then he'd have two people hyping him up to the boss.

'But nope, Josie's gotta be stubborn and blow me off,' he thought. 'Well, can't say I didn't try!'

Josie bolted back to her dorm, stuffed her laptop into her backpack, and headed for the door. Before darting out, she shot her roommate a look. "Hey, if anyone comes asking for me, just say I'm sick and dragged myself to the hospital, okay?"

Josie's stomach flipped. "Nah, acupuncture's my second major. First time here. Came for Professor Wilcourt's rep. Pretty sure we're strangers."

"Huh, I could've sworn—" Claire started, but Delilah's voice sliced through.

"Quit yapping!" Delilah grabbed the sterilized needles and headed for the treatment room. "Move it! Today's patient's got a tough case, and this'll take a while. Pay attention."

Claire made a face behind Delilah's back, then tugged Josie's arm and whispered, "Don't worry, Professor Wilcourt's all bark. She's the coolest prof here.

"You picked a good gig—barely anyone does acupuncture, so internships are wide open. Professor Wilcourt basically holds your hand.

"Finish your internship, and you're set to see patients solo. Graduate, get hired, and bam—full physician status.

"No assistant grunt work like other specialties. Plus, better pay and an easy workload."

"Hmph," a snarky scoff interrupted. It was the guy, mask on, face hidden, no badge.

Josie had no clue who he was.

"No need to oversell it," he said, eyeing Josie. "School didn't mention new interns.

"You sure you're in the right place? If you're lost, you can still bail—Professor Wilcourt won't care."

"Sean, you serious?" Claire hissed, yanking his arm.

Josie froze. 'So he's Sean. No way I am leaving now.'

Before she could speak, Delilah's voice rang out. "Sean's got a point. If you're in the wrong spot, walk now, and I won't blink. But if you stay and flunk the assessment later, don't expect me to go soft."