Seeing that I looked unhappy, Myra came forward and asked me with concern, "Sibley, what's wrong? Did you have a fight with Gerald?"
I replied calmly, "No. We broke up."
I was unhappy because he disgusted me, not because we broke up.
"What?"
All three of them were surprised.
After that, a trace of gloat flashed across Daphne's eyes.
"Why?" Tasha asked me.
I roughly told them about what had happened. Tasha and Myra were particularly angry and couldn't understand Gerald's behavior.
Myra straightforwardly and sarcastically said, "I never knew he was like this. Today is a first."
Tasha echoed, "Indeed. We shouldn't judge people because of their appearances."
"I actually think Gerald is right," Daphne suddenly said, defending Gerald.
"After all, we are still students, using money earned by our parents' hard work. We shouldn't be extravagant. Buying those luxury goods only satisfies your vanity. It's pointless.
"You should let him keep the money for you. After you graduate, you'll need plenty of money for a lot of things."
Her speech shocked us.
Is she crazy?
Myra had a bad temper and directly retorted.
"Daphne, if you're sick, go get help. Stop with all the crazy theories."
"Did I say something wrong? I'm stating facts," Daphne retorted.
Tasha, who was known for being gentle and calm, was so angry that her face turned red.
"Nonsense! Sibley comes from a wealthy family, and she's an only child. Her parents wanna spend money on her. It's none of your business.
"If you think what Gerald says is so true, go pursue him. He can have all your money. I bet he'll love you so much."
I calmed them down and then looked at Daphne.
With a sneer, I warned her, "You don't get to judge what I spend money on. Mind your own business. OK?"
Daphne was such a pain in the ass.
She loved taking advantage of others and sometimes stole.
She stole our things several times and never admitted it.
My gaze was a bit terrifying, which scared Daphne into silence.
I didn't have class the next day, and I woke up at nine o'clock.
I picked up my phone and saw more than 99 WhatsApp messages and more than 20 missed calls.
I thought it was Gerald harassing me again, but it was actually Jack Pascall, my dad.
I immediately called him back.
He said on the phone in a broken voice that he had been waiting for me at the school gate for three hours, wanting to take me to a big meal and make up for my birthday.