Tracy felt humiliated. She had spun her web of lies, portraying herself as the heartbroken victim of Caleb's betrayal, but Cassie had dismissed her accusations as if she were nothing more than an irritating fly. The atmosphere in the restaurant was thick with confusion and disbelief. People exchanged puzzled glances, their lunches forgotten as they tried to make sense of the scene unfolding before them. Murmurs filled the air, a chorus of incredulous whispers and muted exclamations. "Is she serious?" someone at a nearby table whispered, eyebrows raised in astonishment. "I can't believe it," another voice chimed in. "Why would a girl like Cassie still want to be with Caleb after everything Tracy just said?" "It has to be some kind of joke," a third person speculated, shaking their head. "Cassie could have anyone she wanted. Why him?" Despite the growing skepticism around her, Cassie stood her ground, her eyes fixed on Caleb. Tracy's words seemed to have little effect on her re

"Well, Caleb dear, I'm sorry to break your heart yet again, but you'll have to forget about me. I do not love you, and I will never get back with a loser like you. It's impossible for me to fall in love with you, so you better give up on me. A loser like you doesn't deserve someone like me. Besides, you're nothing compared to my current boyfriend, Kenneth." Tracy smiled to herself, feeling quite satisfied. Meanwhile, Caleb rolled his eyes in exasperation, ignoring her as he sat down and stared at his now cold food. The group—Tommy, Jake, Cassie, and Jackie—settled into an eerie silence after the drama that had just unfolded. Tommy and Jake exchanged glances, both wondering if there was any truth to Tracy's claim that Caleb had rejected Cassie because he still had feelings for Tracy. Tommy furrowed his brows, his gaze shifting to Cassie, who was merely pushing her food around on her plate, and then to Caleb, who seemed completely unaffected by the recent events. Caleb ate his food

Jackie and Cassie sat in the cinema cafeteria, the soft hum of conversations around them filling the air. Jackie stirred her drink absently, her mind clearly elsewhere. She finally turned to Cassie, unable to hold back her curiosity any longer."Are you really going to continue chasing that loser?" Jackie asked, her tone a mix of incredulity and concern.Cassie nodded with a bright smile. "Of course I am," she replied without hesitation.Jackie shook her head, baffled. "Seriously, Cassie, I don't understand you. That loser rejected you in front of so many people without a hint of guilt. Just give up already. There are plenty of other boys you can make your 'fake boyfriend'," she said, raising her fingers to make air quotes. "Who will at least be better than Caleb. Why are you so adamant that it has to be him?"Cassie sighed deeply but refused to answer, her eyes drifting to a distant point, lost in thought.Jackie's frustration was palpable as she leaned forward, her voice tinged wit

Mr. Henderson's expression shifted from annoyance to cautious interest. He fixed Carl with a penetrating stare. "You know who it is, Carl? Thrn enlighten us" he demanded, his voice low and serious, cutting through the chatter in the classroom. Carl took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking again. "It's..." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. The suspense in the room was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity as everyone waited for him to continue. As tension hung thick in the air of the classroom, Carl stood up abruptly, his face wearing a confident smirk. His words cut through the silence like a knife. "The thief is amongst us," Carl declared, his voice echoing off the walls, "and he is sitting in this room right now!" A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as students exchanged shocked glances. Whispers erupted like a sudden storm, as everyone began to scrutinize their classmates with newfound suspicion. Mr. Henderson, hi

Professor Hanks's hand slammed down on the table with a resounding thud, instantly quelling the rising chatter that had filled the room. "Silence!" Her authoritative command cut through the noise like a knife, demanding the attention of every student present. Once the room had settled into a tense silence, she fixed her unwavering gaze on Caleb, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Caleb," she began, her voice firm yet tinged with curiosity, "do you have anything to say?" Her eyes bore into his, silently urging him to speak up and address the accusations that had been thrown his way. Caleb paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before standing up. "What Carl said just now-his analysis of what could have happened-is very reasonable," he began, his voice calm and measured. "However, there is one small thing he seems to have forgotten to mention." Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "And what might that be?" she prompted, her gaze s