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The lady’s blonde hair flailed around as she tried to fight Ivan off. Her struggle didn’t go on for so long, as they sedated her before carrying her off.
“Was it clean to the end?”
“Yes, Boss. She’s now en route,” came the confirmation.
Now, it’s time for Navarro to come to me.
Time for him to panic and make wrong decisions.
Time for him to play into my hands.
Chapter 3 – Marielle
“Hey, new girl, no need to run!” one of the girls who wouldn’t stop glaring at me in class called after me.
The teacher had barely stepped out of the class when I walked toward the door.
Contrary to what they clearly thought, I wasn’t scared of them. It was my second day as a transfer student, and they had a problem with me keeping to myself. The truth was that I’d rather move alone than join any stupid girls’ group for the sake of popularity.
“What can I do for you?” I asked, sighing exaggeratedly.
More shocked eyes landed on me.
“Eunice, did I hear this bitch right? Did she just talk to me?” the girl asked the brunette beside her, one of her minions, clearly.
“Met your match, baby,” a boy with a black buzz-cut remarked, chuckling.
Her renewed glare was nothing new to me. I had seen hundreds of them for hers to be remarkable in any way.
Turning around again, I left the class.
I went for my next class, grateful that it was the last period. The curious eyes always hovering made me tired without doing anything. I wanted to be at home, in my room, in my bed.
The history teacher was so animated that I actually enjoyed the class. Before I knew it, it was over.
I was in the locker room when I heard Miss Glare’s voice again.
“You think you’re special, don’t you? You think you’ve got guts, hm?” she questioned, stalking closer to my still-open locker, flanked by three of her minions.
They didn’t come here to talk this time. While I could be bold and daring, I wasn’t violent. I couldn’t throw a punch to save my life.
I swallowed, looking around.
“Trust me, no one’s coming to save your sorry ass,” one of the other girls proclaimed.
“Although I’d really like to know, why the hell did you transfer here?” Miss Glare asked.
“Right. In junior year, for that matter. Right in the middle of the term,” second minion added.
“She was probably caught sucking a teacher’s dick with that smart mouth,” the first minion taunted, making them all laugh.
“Well, let’s just warn her to know her place and get out of here. A teacher might be passing by,” the third minion spoke, her voice rushed.
“Shut up, Avery. And you’ll do exactly what I say, not what you think,” Miss Glare chided.
That served her right. There was always someone like the spineless girl in every group—and they were the ones I hated the most.
If you can’t deal with what they do, why join them in the first place?
