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~Still Author's Pov~
Brielle leaned back in her chair, the faint sound of the same soft foam beneath her breaking the silence as she chuckled softly.
Her eyes lingered on Damian as he asked the question, she wanted to answer in a way that made him curious.
"Well, you know I'm not someone anyone can run their mouths at. My dad could buy her whole generation," she said, her voice dripping with pride as she adjusted her posture, crossing one leg over the other.
The weight of her statement hung in the air, daring Damian to challenge her.
"It's your father's money... not yours, honey," Damian replied, his tone smooth yet edged with a subtle sharpness.
His words were deceptively sweet, the lack of expression on his face making them sting all the more. The way he paused between phrases gave his sentences an almost hypnotic weight.
But Damian's gaze was firmly fixed on Miss Anderson, his expression unreadable. The tilt of his head and the way his lips slightly parted made her wonder what he was thinking.
'Is he admiring her? Is there a trace of something more in the way he looked at her?'
Brielle chuckled, though doubt tinged the edges of her laughter.
"Well, Hun... whatever is my dad's is mine," she said, mirroring his deliberate pauses, hoping to assert her control over the conversation. Her voice carried an air of smugness.
Damian, finally pulling his gaze from Miss Anderson, turned to face her, his green eyes devoid of any discernible emotion.
Brielle expected a reaction, perhaps surprise or curiosity, but all she received was a single nod, his face as calm as still water.
Then Damian merely tilted his head, the corner of his lips twitching upward in what could barely pass as a smirk.
"Not exactly..., darling," he said, leaning forward slightly.
"It's his.... He might decide to stop giving you money... and... there's nothing you could do about it." He added, his words, though soft, hit like a cold slap to her pride.
Brielle straightened in her seat, her eyes narrowing.
"No. Dad would never do that to me. He loves me more than himself," Brielle retorted, her voice firmer, though the slight tremor betrayed her rising irritation.
"Don't be too sure..., darling," Damian countered, his voice dipping low as if he were speaking from a place of bitter experience.
"After all, he's... human." Damian added, his expression shifted, the faintest shadow passing over his face, as though dredging up a memory he'd rather forget.
The students around us exchanged glances, their whispers barely audible but incessant.
"Is she trying to impress him?" one girl murmured to her friend.
"She always brags about her dad... it's getting old," another added, rolling her eyes.
"Did you see his face? He doesn't care at all," someone else giggled softly.
"Wasn't she just bragging before he came that he'll fall for her" another laughed.
"Woah I like him now" a friend said playfully hitting her other friend.
Meanwhile, Brielle could hear and feel the stares boring into her back, each gaze adding weight to her already simmering irritation.
Damian, however, seemed completely unfazed, his body language relaxed, his eyes flicking toward the clock as if he were counting down the seconds to freedom.
"You could have your source of income... just to be on the safe side," Damian said suddenly, his tone so casual it bordered on condescending.
Brielle wasn't sure if he was mocking her or genuinely trying to offer advice.
"Thank you for your advice, handsome," she replied, forcing a sweet smile.
"I'm sure you have your source of income," she added, her voice laced with a challenge.
Damian nodded faintly, his interest in the conversation clearly waning as he yawned, turning his gaze toward the front of the classroom.
Brielle's stomach twisted.
'Is he bored? Or worse is he thinking about her? The thought lit a spark of indignation in her.
Damian was already staring ahead not facing her anymore and she thought to herself that...
'Does he like Miss Anderson?'
Brielle shook the feelings off and decided to ask him.
'Because why not I'm Brielle, my dad owns a lot and if he does like her... for what will it be then?!" She thought
Brielle clenched her fists under the desk as she hesitated, but curiosity and jealousy gnawed at her.
"Damian, do you perhaps like Miss Ander—"
The piercing sound of the lunch bell cut her off, and Brielle flinched.
Damian didn't even glance her way. Instead, he stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket with practiced ease.
"Damian? Where are you going?" Brielle called after him, her voice tinged with frustration. He didn't reply.
His strides were purposeful, his back turned to her as if she didn't exist. Her heart sank, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling within her. The whole class to stare at her with question looks,
The whispers started again, louder this time.
"Did she just get ignored?"
"Oof, that's embarrassing."
"She's losing her touch."
"I'm so happy at least I have a chance"
"She might be ugly to him"
"Am I pretty?"
"Of course you are"
"Yay I'll talk with him tomorrow"
Brielle frowned but little did she give a damn about them, Damian didn't even turn back to look at her.
'He didn't even say goodbye at least, we weren't even done speaking to eachother and she just left?,
'Wow.... Want if I had said something to annoy him?.. or.... Maybe he didn't like Miss Anderson and got irritated?'
'Or... Did he like her and couldn't tolerate me talking about her....or...'
Different multiple thoughts were swirling in her mind as she watched him walk ahead almost reaching the door of the classroom and Vale timidly followed behind him at a safe distance
'Why is she following him?'
'To think of it they came in the class almost at the same time after what I did to her?'
My thoughts banged as the murmurs continued .
"I'm pretty sure she'll cry after this"
"She deserves to, did you see what she did to Vale?"
"Yeah that poor thing she probably doesn't have any friends"
Brielle could barely focus on their words as she watched Damien disappear into the hallway, Vale trailing behind him like a shadow.
Brielle stared at them vanishing with her clenched fists. Her nails dug screeching her glass water bottle, the faint crack of the material offering little solace.
'Why is she following him? Why had he left without a word?'
Before Brielle could dwell on her spiraling thoughts, Liora appeared, her red-stained trousers an unwelcome sight, The paint prank that they did for Vale.
"Brielle, look what you've made me do," she whimpered, motioning to the mess. Her voice grated against Brielle's nerves, her timing impeccable in its infuriating nature.
'Didn't she see that I'm not in the mood?, A guy just freaking walked away from me and she couldn't even try to comfort me?'
"Liora, are you fucking blind!!?" Brielle exploded, standing so abruptly that her chair screeched against the floor.
Liora frown deepened, and Brielle saw her flinch, but she didn't care. Her anger needed a target, and she had presented herself perfectly.
"What did I do now!!?" she asked, her voice rising slightly in defense, her tears beginning to spill.
"Shut up you twat!!!, you saw what happened and you couldn't try to comfort me!!!" Brielle yelled even louder at her as Liora broke down into tears but Brielle didn't care, what was on her mind now was DAMIAN
A faint hum of whispers floated through the room, students exchanging wary glances, their attention oscillating between their phones and the scene unfolding at the center.
"Brielle everything doesn't have to be about you!!, what about me!!, we made a prank for her but now you've also made me seat there too!! So tell me who are we pranking!! Is it me or her!! You're making me feel just as useless and worthless as Vale!! What's my benefit now!!?, don't I mean something to you!!, I'm your bestfriend for crying out loud!!" She yelled matching Brielle's tone as she cried frustration to her.
Brielle looked at her and angrily glared at her outburst, Liora just shouted at her... Infront of everyone, but Brielle didn't give a penny about how she feels or thinks.
"Are you fucking mad!!!!! Have you gone nuts!! Are you insane!! You're not as useless and worthless as she is!!! She's better off than you!!When have I ever cared about what you think or feel huh!!? Do I look like I give a damn about you!!! You're nothing but a fucking piece of shit!!! A fucking twat!! You're a fucking loser and a asshole betrayer!!! You deserve no benefit!!! You're not my bestfriend!!!!! You're more useless and worthless than Vale can ever be!!! You're not even fucking fit to be my foot rag!!!!You're a cunt and a slut!! You fucking betrayed her!!! You're no better off than a used tissue in a bin!! I didn't tell you to betray your bestfriend!!!! You did it yourself!!! So don't play victim card here bitch!!! You caused this upon yourself!!! and I don't care!!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!!!!" Brielle angrily blurted out causing the whole class to gasp and watch some even recording her but right now she didn't care one bit.
Brielle barely registered Liora as her rage took control, her voice growing louder with every accusation she hurled. The room was deathly silent save for their shouting, the tension so thick it was suffocating. Phones were out now, screens capturing every venomous word that spilled from her lips.
"Brielle..... I'm sor-" Liora tried to talk in a calm and crying tone but Brielle wasn't down for that, not after Liora had the audacity to yell at her right in front of every one here.
"HELL NO!!!! Don't give me that bullshit apology of yours!! Fuck it!!! Fuck you!! What if Damian had seen how you raised your voice at me!!!! Huh!!! Do you want to ruin me!!! I fucking hate you!!! Without me your useless dad would loose his stupid job!!! You're fucking ungrateful!!! You're suppose to be at my feet for everything I have done for you!!!! You fucking loser!!! just die like your mother!!! You're not needed ever in your life!!! You're better off dead!!!GO AND FUCKING COMMITSUICIDE LIKE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!!!" And with that Brielle threw her glass water bottle in Liora's face causing it to shatter and pierce part of her skin.
Liora cried, held her face and fell on her knees standing in the same spot while the other classmates were trying to support and help her.
The hum of the overhead fan did little to cut through the heavy tension as if even the air itself was reluctant to move too quickly. Every face in the room carried an unspoken anticipation, their curiosity sharper than any words dared to convey.
By the time Brielle stormed out of the classroom, Glass shattered against Liora's face, but Brielle didn't look back. The image of her crumpling to the floor was burned into her mind, but she refused to feel anything. The murmurs of the class grew louder, a cacophony of judgment trailing her as she headed for the bathroom.
Brielle threw the dustbin on the mirrors, her reflection in the cracked mirror greeted her ....disheveled, furious, and trembling. But the whispers of guilt crept in her mind , louder than the murmurs outside.
What if Damien had seen all of this? What if... this was the moment everything truly fell apart?
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