CHAPTER 13: THE RIVAL’S REVENGE
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The next morning at St. James Academy felt like walking into a battlefield. I knew Chloe Harrison wouldn’t forget the courtyard incident. That smirk, that glare, the way she had stormed off—it wasn’t defeat. It was a warning.
And sure enough, by mid-morning, the whispers began.
“Did you see what Chloe posted last night?” a girl at my locker asked, her voice a mix of excitement and fear.
I froze. “Posted what?”
“She’s spreading rumors about Xavier… and you,” the girl added, lowering her voice. “Says you’re using him, trying to make him jealous.”
My chest tightened. “That’s… not true.”
The girl shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Everyone’s talking.”
My mind raced. Chloe’s next move was clear: she wanted to isolate me, make me look like the manipulator, and put Xavier on the defensive.
I knew I had to act fast.
During lunch, I found Xavier waiting for me near the library, calm and composed, as if he already knew the storm was coming.
“Rose,” he said softly, taking my hand. “I know what’s happening.”
“I… I don’t know if I can handle it,” I admitted. “The rumors, the attention, Chloe…”
He shook his head. “You can. And you will. Because we’re going to handle this together. No one messes with us.”
Just as he spoke, Chloe appeared, flanked by two of her loyal friends. She had that cold, calculated look, the one that made it clear she had planned this down to the last detail.
“Ah, there you are,” she purred, voice smooth and venomous. “Thought I might find you here. Alone.”
Xavier stepped in front of me, protective and infuriatingly confident. “We’re not alone,” he said, tone low, dangerous. “And I suggest you back off, Chloe.”
Chloe’s eyes flicked between us, calculating. Then she smiled—a smile that promised chaos. “Oh, Xavier, you don’t get it. This isn’t about you. It’s about her. About Rose.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Rumors,” she said simply. “Videos. Messages. Photos. All of it. Already spread across the school. Everyone’s talking. You’re not just the new girl anymore. You’re the girl trying to steal Xavier King from me.”
Xavier’s hand brushed mine, firm and protective. “Don’t listen to her,” he said. “She’s playing games. Nothing she says is true.”
I wanted to believe him, wanted to ignore the growing crowd of students gathering around us. But Chloe’s plan was working—everyone was staring, whispering, eyes flicking between the three of us.
“You see?” Chloe said, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Everyone’s watching. Everyone’s talking. Rose Kimberley, the manipulator. Trying to take what’s mine.”
I felt my face flush, embarrassment and anger mixing. “I’m not manipulating anyone!” I shouted, my voice louder than I intended.
Xavier stepped closer, his presence grounding me. “And you’re not,” he said, tone low but firm. “Rose isn’t anyone’s game. Not yours, not anyone’s.”
Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll see about that.” And with a final glare, she turned and walked away, leaving a tension-filled silence in her wake.
I exhaled shakily, leaning against the bench. “Xavier… I can’t believe she’s doing this.”
He took both my hands in his, eyes locking on mine. “You can handle it. I know you can. And if anyone tries to hurt you… they’ll have me to deal with.”
The sincerity in his voice made my heart ache. “I… I don’t want anyone hurt because of me.”
“You won’t,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Because we’re a team now. You and me. Against anyone.”
For the first time, I realized that this wasn’t just about Chloe, about rumors, or about school drama. This was about trust, loyalty, and standing up for what we felt—even when the world seemed determined to pull us apart.
Over the next few days, Chloe escalated her attacks. She spread more rumors, tried to turn friends against me, and even attempted to humiliate me during class presentations. Each time, Xavier was there—protective, infuriating, unwavering. And each time, I realized how much I trusted him, how much I needed him, and how much I was willing to fight for him.
One afternoon, as we walked home together, I finally spoke the thought that had been lingering for days. “Xavier… why do you care so much?”
He glanced at me, that smirk tugging at his lips, but there was something deeper in his eyes—something raw and real. “Because I don’t let people I care about get hurt,” he said simply. “And because… I don’t want to lose you. Not to Chloe, not to anything.”
My heart skipped. “I… don’t want to lose you either.”
He stopped walking, turning to face me fully. The intensity in his gaze made my chest ache. “Then we fight. Together. Against her. Against anyone who tries to come between us. Are you with me?”
I nodded, determination replacing fear. “I’m with you.”
He smiled, that maddening, perfect smile, and pulled me close. “Good. Because this… this is only the beginning. Chloe’s not going to stop. And neither am I.”
As we continued walking, hand in hand, I realized that the danger, the chaos, and the secrets surrounding Xavier weren’t just obstacles. They were part of what made him… him.
And part of me couldn’t imagine facing the world without him by my side.
Because in the end, it wasn’t just about fighting Chloe.
It was about us.
And I was ready for whatever came next.
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