"Fiona, have you lost your mind? Why on earth did you throw my desk and chair out the window? This is the third floor! You better get them back up here, or I won't let this go."
Fiona just shrugged her off, shaking her hand free, and calmly returned to her desk.
Seeing Fiona's indifference, the girl plunked herself down on the floor and started bawling. After all, Fiona's reputation was already notorious, and since she had started this mess, who else would take the blame?
No one jumped in to comfort her. Fiona's actions had left everyone stunned, even the boys quit horsing around to watch the drama unfold.
"Fiona, you better bring my desk and chair back pronto. Class is about to start, and if you don't, I'll tell the teacher it was you who tossed them. Let's see how you talk your way out of that!"
"Oh, go ahead," Fiona replied, her smile icy.
She used to avoid making waves and preferred not to argue, believing that the truth would come out eventually. But now her perspective had shifted.
Her reputation was already shot; a bit more damage wouldn't make a difference.
"You're really something else, scheming to push Yvette out, and now doing this to me. Trying to get rid of me too? If it weren't for the Woods family backing you, you'd have been kicked out of Westbrook High ages ago. You think you're all that, don't you? Let me tell you, you're just disgusting, using your body to get what you want!"
Fiona stood up slowly, deliberately, and slapped the girl hard across the face, drawing a thin line of blood from her lips.
Say what you want about her reputation or supposed malice, but she wouldn't stand for anyone bad-mouthing Jackson.
He was her brother, and no filthy words should ever be associated with him.
Compared to what she felt, this slap was nothing.
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