•MARIANA•
“You!” I shouted, wide-eyed.
“You! What the hell are you doing here?” The cute but arrogant guy from my workplace demanded loudly, his face contorted with surprise.
“What does it look like I’m doing here?” I retorted, standing up straight after gathering my scattered textbooks.
“How the hell did you get into this school? How can a dry cleaner like you get into Royal Gate High? Did you bribe your way in?” he asked, clearly surprised.
“Hey, mister! Dry cleaners are humans too. I didn’t bribe my way into this school. I got here like any other student, and if you were smart enough, you’d know I’m here on a scholarship!” I snapped, hissing in frustration.
“You’re here on a scholarship? I thought only brilliant students who passed the exams would be allowed into this school. A dumb bitch like you could never have passed. I’m sure you cheated,” he sneered. I opened my mouth to respond, but Vanessa beat me to it.
“Hey there, dude. I don’t know who the hell you are or where you’re from, but you can’t just show up and insult my best friend in front of me. You bumped into her, so you need to apologize. I don’t care if you two have some history, but apologize to her and get out of our way. You’re wasting our time,” Vanessa snapped at him, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of my best friend. The rude guy turned to face her.