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7. First Strike

Chapter Seven - First Strike

Two days had passed and I still wasn't able to get over the brutal killing of my crackers right before me.

How those poor little things must have sought me out of hope before falling into the abyss of darkness forever. It still broke my heart.

"Rebekah?" Our history teacher called and I looked up from my doodling in my notebook. "You've done really well on this test. I gotta say I'd lost hope after the last one but good job on this one."

"Thanks." I smiled.

She went back to teaching and I went back to doodling. I'd already studied this chapter for the test I'd failed so I was allowed to zone out.

And think about my move to get Sean, the idea of which seemed a little far-fetched now because the rumours hadn't died down yet. People were still talking; girls were still shooting me murderous looks and guys were still checking me out.

And amidst all that, Sean was in his own little world with football and a little bit of Ashley here and there.

While pretending to take down notes, I felt a small tap on my shoulder and turned around.

Kimberly nervously lifted her glasses before offering me a smile and whispering, "hey, Becks."

"Hi, Kimberly."

"I heard another rumour about you."

I sighed. "What is it this time?"

"It's Rebecca. The evil one." She very subtly pointed to the second last row where Rebecca was using her phone secretly, barely paying any attention to the teacher. "She and her minions are telling people you've slept with half the football team."

My mouth opened slightly. It was Rebecca? And not Matt? No wait, I couldn't rule him out completely. He hated me just as much as Rebecca did, maybe even more. Maybe they were spreading the rumours together.

Either way, I couldn't believe that being a girl herself, Rebecca could do something like that. I knew she could give Matt a tough competition in the moral department but this? This was a whole new level of crazy.

Kimberly lifted her glasses again and cleared her throat like she wanted to ask something but was on the fence.

I deadpanned. "No, it's not true."

"Oh." She chuckled, scratching her forehead. "Not like I would have judged you either way. Just thought you should know."

"Thanks."

I looked forward again and sent a message in our girls' group.

SOS

Meera and Cheryl were sitting a row ahead. Their heads lifted up at the same time and they shot me a look back, eyebrows raising with a what?

Bathroom meet after class

I hit send.

*****

"You cannot let her get away with this," Cheryl fumed, her hands sitting over her hips as she paced back and forth in the bathroom.

"That's right but it's not my priority. My priority is to fix my image first. All of this started because of the changing room incident with Matt. Rebecca felt threatened and started spreading these rumours. I can only see one solution for now."

"Which is?" Meera frowned.

"Get Matt to admit we're not involved in any way. This way, Rebecca will be assured her precious Matt only belongs to her and she'll stop spreading silly rumours about me. People will stop talking and once the dust completely settles, I can pursue Sean again."