Chapter 71: Not Letting Her Get Away

I ran as fast as I could. I had only one ambition, not letting Farah escape from my sight. They ran in this direction earlier, right? For a moment, I thought they were heading toward the classroom.

My steps took me to class XII IPA 1. Damn it, the classroom door was tightly locked. That meant all the students had already gone out for recess. Without wasting time, I turned around and immediately ran toward the back cafeteria of the school.

I quickened my pace. I realized many people were shocked to see my condition, staring at me in disbelief. They whispered among themselves, judging my appearance, some even screamed hysterically and immediately ran away. To hell with them. I did not care.

"Oh my God, look at her! That is Frel, right? Did she just get into an accident or was she robbed?" I faintly heard the voice of a female student from the corridor I passed.

"Ssst, be quiet! Her face looks terrifying, do not let her see us!" her friend replied in a fearful tone.

The distance to the cafeteria was already close. I increased my speed even though the palm of my hand was starting to hurt terribly. My hand twitched, and the pain felt like being pricked by needles.

I entered the cafeteria with long strides. My gaze swept across the entire room. All eyes that saw me were instantly shocked. No wonder, my uniform was now indeed unworthy of being called a school uniform.

The color of my uniform was very dirty from orange juice stains, mixed with soil and several bloodstains from the palm of my hand. My face also supported that impression, maybe you could call me dull and disgusting. I accepted it. Just like them, maybe that was what they thought. My face must look very dull and smelly now. My hair was messy, shabby, and the corner of my lips looked torn.

Complete. Truly miserable.

"Crazy, what is that? The smell reaches all the way here!" blurted out a student near the entrance.

"Is she looking for trouble again? She really has no shame," another chimed in while covering his nose.

I ignored their words. I stayed silent and kept walking into the cafeteria.

"Crazy, that is Frel, right? Why does she look like a beggar?" someone whispered from a corner table, which I immediately caught with a sharp glare until he lowered his head.

My eyes finally caught the figure of Farah and her two friends in the corner of the room near the window. They were sitting with three boys I knew. I walked across the cafeteria floor with my gaze fixed straight at Farah, who was clinging flirtatiously to a boy who was clearly uncomfortable with her behavior. Shameless!

"Kevan, after school, take me to the boutique, okay? There is a new collection I have to see." Farah’s coquettish voice sounded so disgusting to my ears.

Kevan only stayed silent while trying to pull his hand away from Farah.

"Kevan, you have to try this, it tastes very sweet, as sweet as me," she said again in an exaggerated tone, while offering a piece of cake toward Kevan.

Kevan immediately turned his face away, not responding to Farah at all.

Feel that, Farah.

It must be nice to be her. After oppressing someone, she could easily enjoy herself in the cafeteria, as if what happened a few minutes ago had never occurred.

Bastard. If she pretended to forget, then I would be the one to remind her.

When I arrived right behind Farah, my eyes burned at the sight of her audacity in flirting with the boy beside her.

Yes, she was flirting with Kevan.

Even though Kevan remained unmoved and did not respond to her teasing, the sight made my emotions surge several times over. I should have just let her be finished off by Kenn earlier.

"So you are here after all. You think I will just let you go like that, huh?" I said while roughly yanking Farah’s hair backward.

"Ouch, it hurts! Kevan, help me," Farah whimpered while begging Kevan for help. "Who is this?! Let go! My hair could fall out!"

I was sure she deliberately came here so that Kevan would see my bad attitude when I retaliated against her actions. She was truly sly.

Kevan, Ari, and Alvin were shocked to see me suddenly appear. They looked bewildered as they took in my current condition.

"Frel, what happened to you?" Kevan stood up with a worried expression. "Who did this to you? Why do you look so messed up, Frel?"

"Ask her! Ask what she did to me behind the warehouse with her other followers!" I shouted and pulled Farah’s hair even tighter.

Farah screamed and shook her head rapidly. "Do not believe her, Kevan. She is lying. I have been here with you the whole time, right? How could I possibly go to that filthy warehouse!"

"You think I need everyone to believe me? I am not a coward like you, Farah!"

"I swear, Kevan. I do not know anything," Farah sobbed, trying to defend herself. "She has gone crazy! She suddenly came and attacked me for no reason. Please get her away from me!"

Apparently, she chose to continue acting as if she were the victim.

"Wait, wait, Frel. You need to calm down first," Ari cut in with a panicked tone, while all the people in the cafeteria now began to rise from their seats to watch us. "Not here, Frel! Everyone is watching. It is embarrassing in front of the other students."

"I cannot be patient when dealing with a girl like her. She is arrogant and has no conscience at all. She is a psychopath. She is insane. She—"

My sentence was cut off when Alvin approached and tried to pry my grip from Farah’s hair. "Frel, enough! Let go first. Do not use violence, we can talk properly."

"Do not interfere, Alvin! I will not let her go. This girl is truly a bastard!"

"Frel, let go of Farah right now. The principal could come at any time. This will become a big problem if he finds out," Alvin said, trying to persuade me in a gentler voice. "You could receive a severe punishment if you do not stop now. Come on, for your own good."

I glanced at Alvin with blazing eyes. "No. If I let her go now, I am sure she will act even more crazily toward the next victim. She has to know what the pain I felt is like!!"

"You misunderstand me, Frel. I am not as evil as you think," Farah said softly with a deliberately trembling voice. "Kevan, look at her ... she is truly terrifying. Please help me."

Damn it! Alvin managed to free my hand.

My anger surged again. "Do not act in front of me, Farah! Everyone already knows your rotten nature! Even God knows how cunning you are behind that fake innocent face!"

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