Chapter 3 ― But She Doesn't Know Who I Am, and She Doesn't Give a Damn About Me

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Cherry was not paying attention to the class she was part of

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Cherry was not paying attention to the class she was part of. Finney watched her and her friends whisper their plans for the upcoming weekend. None of them were interested in the teacher's lecture at all.

He tried to keep his eyes to himself. He'd considered not even going to school after what'd happened in the arcade, but that would probably make him look like even more of a pussy.

She found such ease in being normal. He wished he could be as carefree as her.

The teacher paused, standing in front of the board. "Cherry, do you have something to share with the class?" He interrupted the conversation, bringing the whole class' attention to her.

The red-haired girl's lack of embarrassment shone whenever she spoke. "Sure! So, I don't know what to do on the weekend. Like, there's a lot of options, y'know? I'd have to do it all in two days, which is kinda hard."

Finney almost visibly grimaced at her comment.

"Must suck." A random classmate blurted.

"Bet you'd know, whore." Cherry replied, with a glare.

Finney did visibly grimace that time. Her retort echoed in the ears of her classmates, causing the room to fill with hushed whispers and giggles.

"Cherry, go to the office." The teacher's stern voice cut into the chatter. "Now."

"Oh no." The girl spoke sarcastically as she collected her items. She lifted a hand, waving at her friends. "Bye, guys!"

Her friends waved goodbye, like her office visit was just a field trip and not the consequence of her actions. Her hair swayed behind her as she walked away. It was difficult for Finney to focus on her behavior when she looked like that.

It was clear she was used to getting away with anything, another conclusion added to the mental list that'd been forming for a while.

Cherry poked her head back into the door frame. "Also, I'm not a slut shamer. Women should do whatever they want with their bodies. Be a whore!" She encouraged.

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