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CHAPTER 22
~Author's POV~
The rhythmic claps and synchronised cheers echoed down the corridors of PSA, each chant grating against the ears of anyone unfortunate enough to be within range.
"Two, four, six, eight—who do we appreciate?"
Brielle's voice rang out above the rest, her tone smug, her hair bouncing with every confident step. Her squad followed in perfect formation, their giggles sickeningly sweet, their movements exaggerated.
Students passing by either rolled their eyes or muttered under their breath. Some stepped aside, wanting nothing more than to avoid the self-proclaimed Queen Bee's suffocating presence.
Brielle was unfazed. She relished the attention.
After the humiliation in sports class, she had been determined to reclaim her status. Valerie Nightshade would regret ever crossing her. She would pay, she had thought.
She was smiling and gloating. She wanted Valerie humiliated. But just as she turned the next corner, a hand shot out.
