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you guys are going to hate me lol

Oh, I was mad. No, more like enraged. If what Ana said is true, he did it with her right before taking me out on a 'little adventure'. It probably happened before dinner and he still dared to touch me after, like it was a game or something. Does he care about me at all or he just likes the pleasure he receives? Did he came up with lies and stories just to make me believe he actually cared? 

Not only do I feel completely heartbroken and stupid right now, a tiny part of me also feels bad for Ana. If she thinks that because they had sex she somehow became special to him, then she's wrong because the bastard only did it for himself. He doesn't care about her either.

After giving me the evident proof that they did sleep together, I stay silent. Part of it is because I don't want to start screaming--or even crying in front of Ana-- and I want to keep my energy for when I'm going to see his beautiful, hypocrite face. 

Fuck, do I even want to see him right now? No. Not at all. I actually just want to chop his bloody ding-dong off and shove it far up his ass until he chokes it back out. But at the same time, I want to confront him about it and set things straight. Maybe Ana lied about her story, but if it's the case, I'd really like to know how the hell she saw that beauty mark because I know for a fact that Harry doesn't walk around  the castle wearing booty shorts. And I'd also like to see how he'll react when I'll tell him that I know. 

So for the next forty-five minutes, I keep my mouth shut while Ana blabbers about Harry, just twisting the knife in the wound they both created in my heart. I try my best to ignore her, focusing on what I'm going to tell Harry and let my anger give me the force to keep my arms raised up until Lindsey comes back.

"He must have grown tired of you and found better pleasure with me, y'know? I'd say I feel bad for you, "She scoffs. "but I really don't." 

"You know what, Anastasia?" I finally snap, having enough of her. "Keep talking all you want, I don't give a shit. If you think you're better than me--or the other girls for that matter--because you slept with him, then it just shows that you are as stupid as I thought you were. Stop boasting yourself about it because it only makes you look like the damn whore, and you know what else?" I spit, seeing her gasp at me while I can feel the rage taking over my mind. "He slept in my freaking bed with me last night! You don't feel much special now, uh? Well sucks for you!" I yell, breathing heavily as I glare at her. She stays silent, completely shocked by my outburst while irritation slowly grows in me.

Right after that, Lindsey suddenly enters the room, a satisfied smirk on her face as she watches us still holding our teacups. I bite my lip, trying to calm my breaths to not raise any suspicions about my mood while she walks closer to us. "Glad none of you dropped the expensive porcelain. You can lower you arms now, I turned off the devices." She instructs, not having to ask twice as we both immediately place the cups and saucers in our lockers, both sighing of relief when blood finally rushes back to our fingers. My arms ache but I try to focus on the pain and my anger, the only thing stopping me from bursting into tears. "Now I hope you have learned you lesson. No more delays and no more filthy words." She adds while unwrapping the bracelets from our wrists and we both nod. I fold my arms on my chest, only waiting for her to dismiss us so I can look for Harry.

"Go away Ana, you need to study for the test." Lindsey tells the blonde girl who nods shortly before sending me a glare. Anastasia leaves the room quickly while I watch Lindsey with confusion, waiting for her to explain why can't I go too. "Now, Madison," She starts. "I have things to do, so I'm going to be quick. Tomorrow you leave at seven in the morning, breakfast will be served in the limousine so you don't have to worry about that. Your maids will take care of your bags."