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Chapter 2: ❝To be or not to be, princess?❞

Chapter 2: ❝To be or not to be, princess?❞ 

♡Evelyn's POV♡

What idiot copies an essay word for word?

This morning, I had walked into school, using my Physics book to shield me from an army of spitballs, I got shoved into lockers, purposely tripped over numerous times and opened my locker only to be bombarded by sticky notes covered with hurtful comments, threats and insults.

You know, the usual.

My routine had always been straightforward so that's why I was beyond perplexed when a furious Mr Anderson had demanded I stay back after class with Monica.

"I looked over your essays," he began, laying them out side by side on his brown, oakwood desk. "Just from a glance, I'm sure even you can see they look almost identical."

Wow, it was a miracle Monica even managed to write her own name at the top corner of the page because if she didn't, I would've doubted my ability to tell them apart.

"I want to know who copied off who," he demanded, clasping his hands together over the two sheets of black-inked paper with a look that said, 'you better not lie to me'.

A few minutes went by with neither of us saying anything and I wasn't sure if it was because he was missing out on his lunch break but eventually, Mr Anderson snapped.

"Somebody answer me!" He exclaimed, his outburst effectively making Monica lose interest in her freshly painted nails and the way her posture quickly straightened in surprise was bemusingly humorous. "I'm missing out on my lunch break because of this!"

Called it.

And because I was also missing out on something - my valuable study time - I felt an overpowering sense of motivation stir up within me as I turned my body in Monica's direction while holding onto an insatiable objective.

To win.

This wasn't the first time this situation has occurred and I wasn't about to let her get away with it.

Again.

Although I was staring straight at her, Monica had pretended not to notice and it was enough for me to scoff to myself and wonder how my thirst for friendship had led to... this.

"Monica," I called, using a calm tone to hide the anger I felt due to her betrayal. I waited for her eyes to settle on mine before continuing. "You still have my folder, right? The one I gave you three days ago?"

She nodded, uncertainty evident in all her chopped movements.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I revealed to her a sickeningly sweet smile that contrasted to all the immoral scenarios running through my head. "Can you give it back to me after school?"

Mr Anderson who's eyes were watching our interaction back and forth like a tennis match furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but didn't intervene, curious to see where I was going with this.

Monica shrugged frivolously and nodded, all her uncertainty gone at this point as she had witlessly let her guard down, enabling me to use that as an opportunity to ask, "but I seem to of forgotten why I gave it to you in the first place. Can you enlighten me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Nice try Evelyn, I know what you're trying to do."

Raising my eyebrows, I feigned infant-like virtue. "And what is it that I'm trying to do?"

She pointed a finger at Mr Anderson, making him jump a bit as she narrowed her eyes into slits. "You're trying to prove to Mr Anderson that I'm the one who copied off your essay."