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Kayla sneered inwardly, I really overestimated Marianna’s patience. Thought she’d wait longer to make a move. And I sure underestimated the grip she has on Tristian. I bear her so terribly, and he stil doen’t find her disgustang
Even with Tristian clearly furing, Kayla stayed surprisingly calm. She gave a faile, tied her head slightly, and played dumb.
She replied. “Tris, you confused me. What exactly did I do an school Sounds the it was so fill and it’s gut you losing your mind. You say I bullied someone Who is it?
Tristian scoffed and took a step closer, his tone sharp. “Someone came to me drently, and you’re sill crying a play innocent?”
Kayla thought bitterly. Just the same. No matter the truth, no matter how I enim in Insin’s eyes. I’ve already been found guilty!
She let out a mocking laugh Way are you getting all worked up I’m taller the truth 16m–baly anyone In fact. I was actually being helpful today!”
Tristian’s brows knitted clearly caught off guard by her reply.
Kayla didn’t leave him hanging. She fashed a bright and ferdess college completely los be mind today. She asked me to bully her.
“Since teachers are always going on about how we should help others. I figured why not lend bera band You think I’m kind right Tris?‘
Tristian narrowed his eyes. looking dangerous. He jabbed a finger in Kayla’s Grection and yelled Tont believe you’re twisting the story like this. No wonder you’re out of control Mom and Dud have dearly been way too soft on you
Kayla gave a quiet, mocking snort, thinking. So much for being composed and dever. Lose your cod this ix. I wonder what people would think if they saw the real you.”
She met his blazing stare without flinching and retorted. ‘So what are you gonna do?”
Tristian’s voice turned glacial, his eyes dangerous. “If you screw up, you own it. Tomorrow, you’re apologizing to that girl in front of everyone. If she forgives you, fine. I’ll let this go and won’t tell Mom and Dad.”
Kayla couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was the exact same line Tristian threw at her in her past life.
She retorted, “Apologize to her? Tris, come on. What exactly is going on between you and Marianna, huh? You seem awfully eager to defend her.”
Her voice was sharp with sarcasm, and inside, she thought, “Let’s say I was bullying Marianna, and so what? Compared to what she did to me, this doesn’t even scratch the surface.
And she’s already crying victim? What’s she gonna do when I really come after her?”
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Tristian’s eyes flickered. He hadn’t expected Kayla to be so blunt. He blurted out a quick denial, “There’s nothing between me and her. You’re the one acting like you’ve done nothing wrong.
“If you won’t apologize, at least you’ll pay another way. Let me see if you’re still so stubborn then.”
His gaze swept the room, then landed on a pair of scissors on the shelf. He grabbed them and tapped them lightly against his palm as he stepped closer.
The cold clack of metal hitting his obsidian beads echoed through the room, sharp and rhythmic. Kayla found the sound irritating.
But her eyes lit up for a second. Beneath her calm expression was a flicker of anticipation. She mused, ‘So it’s happening again, just like last time. Well, this time, I’m not backing down.‘
Tristian didn’t catch the shift in her expression. He took another step forward and snapped, “I’m giving you one last chance. Are you going to apologize or not?”
Kayla glanced at the scissors, then back at him with a flat, unreadable look. Her voice was light, like she genuinely didn’t care. “What if I don’t? Are you gonna kill me or something?”
