Claire's voice was a little cold and impatient. "You can go out now."
Ada looked at her back, which looked thin yet arrogant and seemed to have spikes on it. She seemed to push her thousands of miles away.
She had prepared a good excuse but now it was useless.
Even if Phoebe wasn't ill, she had no plans to go with Claire.
To go with Phoebe, she would be in the limelight.
To go with Claire, however, people would only laugh at and gossip about her.
The classroom was noisy.
All the students were discussing the sports meeting.
Derek rested his chin in a hand, looked at the empty seat of Phoebe in front, and asked. "Claire, who in your family will take part in the sports meeting with you?"
Claire was tugging on her headphones. She said casually, "I'll be alone."
"Huh?" Derek screamed. "Alone?!"
Claire glanced at him coldly. "Yes, do you have a problem with it?"
