My classmates casted me pitying and mocking glances, as if they were watching a show.
“Teachers should guide students, not humiliate them,” I reminded myself, keeping my tone as mild as possible while defending myself.
“Out! Stand outside and reflect on your behavior!”
Not keen on staying there, I packed my things and moved to the door.
“Students, let this be a lesson. There are some bad examples in class that you should not follow. Girls should take care of themselves and not live with such poor conduct,” the teacher continued, her voice full of reprimand.
The roll call resumed, but when she called out “Quinn Monroe,” her tone was notably softened, likely influenced by the events of the previous night and her biased view of me.
That music elective class was a complete social disaster for me.
Classmates who once smiled and chatted with me now avoided me, fearing they’d be dragged into my drama.
Rosie was indeed innocent but wasn’t spared—she couldn’t stand seeing me being bullied online and had defended me online. And for that, she was doxed and harassed.
Since the scandals, I moved out of the dormitory and into an off-campus house I’d bought a while back.
“Ding ding, ding ding, the bell’s ringing…”
The sudden ringtone jolted me from my frustration and snapped me out of my thoughts. When I saw Simon Charles’s name on the caller ID, a surge of anger welled up inside me.
“Simon Charles, what are you up to now?”
On the other end, Simon’s voice was laced with a touch of wounded innocence. “Sorry, Nikki, I didn’t realize things would blow up like this.”
“Sorry? You think a sorry can fix everything? Did you not think that getting involved with Quinn Monroe would bring me trouble?”
“Nikki, stop making things worse with Quinn. She’s way out of your league. Let’s just end this and part ways. We should not stay in touch.”
After saying that, Simon hung up, leaving me stunned and bewildered.
Part ways?
Seriously, Simon? Do you think you’re some sort of heartthrob acting out a melodramatic scene?
As I thought about it, I recalled something I overheard at the bar earlier: they said Quinn Monroe was the daughter of H City’s richest man. But as far as I knew, my father had only me as his daughter.
I won’t be funding you anymore. Nothing would change my mind.