“I can’t believe you, Mark. You’ll really sleep with anything,” a girl snapped, kicking him.
But he defensively countered, “Don’t act like I was teasing her on purpose. Someone who’s been used like that isn’t worth me.”
“As for me, I’m into girls like Renee,” another boy said, staring at Renee with no attempt to hide his admiration.
Renee pouted playfully at him. “Shut up. Elodie was our school beauty,” she said, stretching the words out before switching tone, “Too bad she’s a laughingstock now.”
While saying that, she stared at my face, waiting to see panic on my face.
But I stayed calm, and, with a touch of surprise, said, “Oh? Renee, you’re out of the hospital already? Recovering fast from the miscarriage, huh?”
The room fell utterly silent after those words left my mouth.
But Renee blinked, then stammeringly snapped, “Wh-what the hell are you saying? I don’t even have a boyfriend. How could I be pregnant?”
I let a small, cold smile slip. Yes, she didn’t have a boyfriend, that was why she’d set her sights on my sister’s. If Elodie had been here, maybe she would have spared her. Too bad I wasn’t her.
“But I stayed in the room next to yours, and I saw you go into obstetrics," I said. "Also, that pen and notebook, aren’t those from CityLab? I have the same ones.”
I then pulled an identical notebook out of my bag and showed it to them.
With that, whispers quickly spread through the room.
“No way! Renee took half a month off, right? Did she really have an abortion?”
“Well, she doesn’t seem like the quiet type. She’s always been wild.”
“Bullshit! I was in the Maldives! Are you idiots that easy to fool? Keep talking and I’ll make you pay,” Renee snapped.
Veronica's POV
Fuming with rage, Renee grabbed a pencil case from the desk and hurled it straight at the head of the girl gossiping nearby.
Everyone knew she could do whatever she wanted, since being from a rich family made her untouchable at school. So, when the attack happened, the crowd fell silent, exchanging helpless looks before pretending to mind their own business.
I, on the other hand, quickly lowered my head, feigning fear.
“Y-you’re right,” I stammered. “I must’ve seen wrong. That person probably just looks like you.”
My nervous denial only made things worse, as it looked like I was trying to cover something up after being threatened.