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18.7

Another week passed. The anonymous writer had signed out and stopped writing. What more was there to write? They'd written everything there was to know about Naija Mendelssohn.

A whole month of torturous moments. Of tears and guilt and heartaches.

Everything I had done in five years. The reputation I had built in a whole semester. Exposed, and ruined in a single month. And as the new month rolled by, so did a new level of confidence.

I wore black jeans, a green top and black and white running shoes, and threw on a camo jacket. I used a scarf to pack my hair into a high bun. Sending a message to Gold, I packed my bag and stepped out, locking my door. I acted unbothered but deep down I was a nervous wreck. Gold met with me wearing a similar outfit outside my building, handing me a cup of coffee and giving me a side hug.

"Ready?"

"I guess so."

As I walked people stood and called names and pointed fingers. Gold gave them all cold stares and called them names, but I tugged the edges of my lips downwards instead and looked at every single one of them. Fucking hypocrites. I was scared, to be honest, too. It could have been anyone of them, but who knew.

Soon we stood at the entrance of my first class, Use of English 101. Giving Gold a side glance, which she returned, I entered the class and marked myself present for the class. The class suddenly became noisy. All eyes were turned to me. I stood upright, my hands in my camo jacket's pockets, giving them a full smile and a cocked brow. I took the open seat in the front row and Gold sat beside me. "For the love of God, will you keep quiet?" They stopped the loud talk and reduced it to whispers. "What's causing the noise?"

I confidently raised my hand. "I'm afraid that would be me, Mrs. Moner. I'm so sorry. Please continue the class." She nodded and turned around. Gold pinched my arm. I smirked in response. Beat them at their own game. After a while she turned around and excused herself from the class. As expected, they started to talk about me again. "Naija is such a slut. She definitely has some nerve, coming back to class. Especially when all her secrets are out." I bent over, silently laughing. I stood and knelt on my seat, facing the dumb blonde who was talking about me to her circle of friends.

"Oh, hi, Amy, nice to hear you talk about something other than yourself for once," I started, grinning broadly. " Quick question, though, have I been fucking through your vagina?" I cocked my head to the side, furrowing my brows still with that creepy grin on my lips. She gasped, shocked. Her friends' hands flew to their mouths in surprise. "Rather than talk about me and my secrets out in the open, why don't we talk about your boyfriend who fucked every single one of the idiots you keep in your circle, and how he's given you chlamydia but of course you wouldn't know, because you are too busy with someone else's business?" Everyone in the class became quiet, looking at us. She looked at the girls who sat beside her, some of which were ducking their heads in shame or scurrying out of the class.

Her voice dropped to a furious whisper. "How did you know?"

I leaned further in my seat, so close I could see the blue in her eyes creating a storm. "I have eyes and ears, sweetie. My head's not that far up my ass not to hear one or two words of gossip. Also, your boyfriend is a braggart. I'm sorry. I thought you knew." She pushed me back, flew out of her seat, carried her bag and quickly went out of the class. Everyone was looking at me. I boldly raised my shoulders and said, "Who next?" They shook their heads or did nothing at all, looking away. With a sigh, I sat in my seat and shared a fist pump with Gold. I could feel her smiling in pride.

Not long after, Mrs. Moner came back and apologised for staying out so long. We continued the class for another hour.

Gold and I were the last to leave the class, just because we wanted to. I was surprised to see Taylor waiting for me outside. "It was really brave of you, you know. Standing up to Amy like that," she said, a proud grin on her face. "I really am sorry, you had to go through all that. It doesn't matter what you did. You're a good person now, and that's what I believe." I nodded, smiling back at her. "Are they all true, though?"