"Don't deny it. Your name's on it," he took the envelope from Sydney and showed it to him. "Here…"
Lenoir was confused. "Why will I copy and paste a poem from the internet? If I send her a letter like this, I should have made the poem myself."
"Then… If it's not you, then who did it?" Matt looked around the room to see everyone's reactions. And as soon as he and Juana's eyes met, she avoided him and ran out of the classroom.
Matt's mood turned sour, and his eyebrows furrowed. He wondered what kind of twisted personality that the class president had that she kept on messing with Sydney.
His beloved Sydney still didn't know that Juana was the culprit behind the loss of her voice. Even though they had always been fighting because Juana liked Matt, it never crossed her mind that she would resort to a wicked plan.
