Pearl attempted to conceal her burning cheeks with her tiny hands, but it was futile. "It's no use hiding; they're all watching, you know," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "Say yes!"
The crowd's cheers enveloped them, and Pearl's face grew hotter. She stood in the center of the football pitch, the man of her dreams kneeling before her. The crowd's excitement was palpable, but amidst the joy, Pearl noticed a few jealous faces - including her step-sister, Layla.
"Come on! Say yes already!" someone shouted from the crowd.
Pearl's voice barely audible, she whispered, "Sorry, could you say that again?" She gazed into Jace's eyes, her heart racing.
Jace's smile faltered for a moment before he repeated, "Pearl Alicia Smith, will you make me the happiest guy on this football pitch by being my girlfriend?"
The crowd erupted, with two girls fainting and others crying tears of envy. Pearl's response was clear, "Yes, Jace! I'd love to be your girlfriend."
Jace rose, embracing Pearl tightly. "I love you, Pearl," he whispered, his hands cradling her face.
"I... I love you too, Jace," Pearl replied, her eyes closed.
As the crowd swarmed to congratulate them, Layla slipped away to the football props room. Empty and quiet, she dialed Natasha Smith's number.
"Layla, shouldn't you be in class?" Natasha asked, concern lacing her voice.
"Mommy," Layla sobbed.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Natasha's tone turned worried.
"It's Pearl; that vixen stole my man," Layla accused.
"That little bitch?" Natasha's anger simmered.
"You have to help me, Mother," Layla pleaded.
"How?" Natasha's interest piqued.
Mother and daughter conspired for an hour. When Layla emerged, the crowd had dispersed, returning to their classes. A wicked smile spread across her face.
"Let's see how long you'll be happy, Pearl," Layla muttered.
In the hallway, the buzz surrounding Jace's proposal filled the air. Layla's face paled, but remembering her mother's words, she smiled slyly.
Entering the classroom, Layla approached Pearl's desk. "Oh, sister, you unfortunate little thing. You've found a rich guy to cling to; I'm so proud of you. I'm sure your slutty mother taught you well before her... unfortunate demise. Since everyone's giving you gifts, I thought it'd be embarrassing if I didn't gift one. I've arranged for your gift; it awaits you at home."
Layla's smile dripped with malice as she walked away. Pearl frowned, her mind racing.
"What gift?" she wondered, sensing Layla's ill intentions.
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