"If they wanted to play dirty, I’d teach them how the game is really played."
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Arielle – POV
There was a photo of me, half-dressed in Xavier’s hoodie, pasted to my locker.
And the caption?
> "Wifey warming the bed already? Poor girls move fast."
I froze.
The hallway buzzed with whispers. Phones out. Flashing cameras. Judging eyes.
But I didn’t cry this time.
I stared at the photo, pulled it down slowly… folded it neatly… and tucked it into my bag.
Then I turned to face them all.
Every voice. Every stare.
“If anyone else wants a copy,” I said loudly, “I’ll be signing autographs after class.”
Mira gasped beside me. Half the hallway fell silent.
And then I walked off.
Head high. Spine straight. Heart pounding like a war drum.
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Bianca’s Puppet – Cassie – Journalism Ro
