(WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE USED IN THIS CHAPTER. VIOLENCE)
THERE ARE PEOPLE ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHO COULD INTERVINE IN THE SITUATION BUT NO ONE DOES AND IT SOON ESCALATES INTO SOMETHING ELSE.
Aubrey looks down at her soaked black sweater which has gotten darker from being wet. She drags her eyes back to the students seated with pleased faces, clearly enjoying her humiliated state.
She blames herself for coming to this club and giving them the satisfaction of her misery. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she grips her soaked sweater in her hands. She was never the type to fight and beat up mean bullies, so she just avoids trouble all the way but when it gets out of hand, she walks away; being the mature one because if she acted out, she would get scolded.
