8.) Hanni's Propaganda Page

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Minji's POV:




I've been locked in this corner booth in the campus cafe, feeling like I was about to have the largest emotional meltdown of my life. I was a shaky mess teetering on the edge of full-blown panic. My legs were bouncing uncontrollably under the table—seriously, did they have a mind of their own? Anxiety, nervousness, sheer terror? A horribly blended smoothie of all three? Maybe with a dash of dread as the garnish. I was clutching my iced Americano like it was a lifeline, even though it had long passed the "iced" stage and was now just sad and lukewarm. But I couldn't let go. It was like holding onto that cup was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

I took a sip, hoping—no, praying—it might calm me down, but instead, my heart started racing even faster, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. Awesome. Exactly what I needed right now—a full-blown panic attack in the middle of the café.

My eyes were glued to my phone, my thumb on autopilot as I scrolled through article after article. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. The more I read, the deeper I sank into the pit of my own rabbit hole.

And then I saw it—an article with an interview with Hanni, the Queen Bee herself. My stomach dropped. This was going to be bad, wasn't it?

Wrong, cold sweat was beading on my forehead as I read, word by excruciating word. My heart was hammering against my ribs, like it was trying to escape the horror unfolding on my screen. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears as I got closer to the part where she—the Queen Bee—was going to spit her venom.

As I got to the first question, I was practically holding my breath. The interviewer didn't hold back, and neither did Hanni:

It was filmed like one of those street-styled interviews where the host shoves a mic into the face of anyone and asks the first question that pops into their mind. The first question being, "So, Hanni" the interviewer said, flashing the trademark frat boy smile. "Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?"

She tossed her hair over one shoulder and smiled. "Wellll, who doesn't know about me? I'm the fucking Queen Bee for god's sake," she said, giving him a wink.

"Soo, word has it that you attended last nights wild party and things got... intense? Care to elaborate?"

Hanni leaned back and crossed her legs, making sure to give the camera a good view. "Intense?" I call it child's play."

"So what, I pulled on Dani's halter top and revealed her goods, so what. No biggie."

"But Hanni, some people are saying this is sexual assault, how do you respond?"

"Pfft, I think you're overestimating what happened, I mean it's not like I took off her bra or anything, it's not a big deal," Hanni laughed, looking straight at the camera with a smirk. "And besides, if I did, I'd probably get an award for doing the world a favor and exposing her tits to the world."

The interviewer laughed, "Good one Hanni, but let's get serious for a moment."

"So what do you have to say about Danielle's friend stepping up to defend her? Some say you punched her in the face, is that true?"

Hanni rolled her eyes and sighed. "Minji right? The one that called me a cock-sucking whore? Yeah, she deserves it. Plus, that was bitch a nobody until that whole fiasco last night. Okay, I'm going to be honest, I didn't even know her conservative ass would show up, much less say such vile things. I'm surprised she's even friends with Danielle. Hell, I'm surprised Danielle is even friends with losers like her."

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