The thought of paying off Harrold also crossed his mind, but he had already informed his friends that he could barely cover the bill. Revealing he had an additional $45,000 would undoubtedly lead to questions about his identity that he wasn't prepared to answer. As Caleb weighed his choices, uncertainty gnawed at him. He needed to find a solution that wouldn't compromise his secret, yet would assert his authority over Harrold. It was a delicate balance he had to strike, and time was running out. The girl fumed quietly as Caleb remained still, her impatience growing palpable. "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, her frustration clear. "I don't understand why this guy has such an attitude when he's just a delivery boy. Why isn't he kneeling and apologizing already? It's not like he has any real standing to be so defiant." After a few moments of brooding silence, something seemed to dawn on her. She scrutinized Caleb from head to toe with a disdainful expression, as if sud
"What did you just say to Caleb?" Cassie asked, her voice laced with a subtle sneer. Her eyes narrowed, demanding an explanation while silently warning the woman to choose her words carefully. The woman furrowed her eyebrows as she examined Cassie with a mix of annoyance and surprise. With a resigned sigh, she turned her gaze towards Caleb, her expression contorted into a look of disdain. "If you must know," she began, her voice dripping with contempt, "I said that this man," she gestured towards Caleb with a dismissive wave, "is such a loser. No girl would ever look at him, and he'll definitely be single for the rest of his life... just look at him." She crossed her arms defiantly across her chest, her posture daring Cassie to challenge her further. "Did you just call him a loser?" Cassie asked, her teeth clenched in anger. "Oh, I most certainly did," the woman replied with a smirk. Cassie felt a surge of anger boiling inside her, tightening her fists at her sides. She tried to
Tracy, Kenneth, and Carl, who had arrived just five minutes earlier, stared at Cassie with perplexed expressions as if she had grown two heads. "What's the relationship between that girl and Caleb?" Carl asked, clearly confused since he didn't know Cassie as well as Tracy did. "Relationship?" Tracy repeated the word tasted sour on her tongue. "It just doesn't add up," Carl pondered aloud. "I mean, look at her. She's beautiful, sexy, dressed in designer clothes—obviously from a wealthy family. Why would she be acting like she's with that loser? It doesn't make sense. She must have better taste than that." Tracy's expression turned sharp as she quickly interjected, "No, they're definitely not together," Tracy retorted sharply, shooting a pointed glare at Carl. The suggestion seemed preposterous to her. It had only been a little over a month since she and Caleb had ended things, and she knew how deeply he had cared for her. There was no way he could move on so quickly and find an
Harrold fidgeted nervously in his spot, his eyes darting everywhere but towards Cassie. He knew he couldn't defy her—his father would ground him and cut off his pocket money if any of his secrets came to light. Cassie's gaze shifted to Harrold's girlfriend, who stood with brows furrowed, clearly puzzled by Harrold's submissive behavior in front of the woman who had slapped her. The girlfriend, undeterred, stepped forward, attempting to defend him. "Are you trying to threaten my boyfriend? Because if—" she began, but her words were abruptly cut off as Harrold pulled her back. "Keep your mouth shut and behave," he ordered coldly, his tone brooking no argument. The shock of his stern command left his girlfriend speechless for a moment, but she quickly found her voice again, her frustration bubbling over. "But baby...," she protested, her voice rising. "You can't just let her talk to us like that!" Harrold's eyes flashed with irritation as he tightened his grip on her arm. "I said
"Did they now?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement and a hint of challenge. A look of horror crossed Harrold and his girlfriend's faces. The girlfriend shook her head vehemently, silently pleading for leniency. Cassie's smile turned cold and calculating, a chilling contrast to her usual demeanor. "Well then, it's only fair to demand the same," Cassie stated firmly, her voice cutting through the tension in the air. She turned her gaze towards Harrold's girlfriend, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Kneel and apologize to Caleb right now." The woman glanced desperately at Harrold, silently seeking his support. However, Harrold remained silent, his expression caught between discomfort and resignation. She pressed closer to Harrold, her words barely above a whisper. "H-Harrold..." Silence "Harrold, say something. I'm not going to kneel; it'll be humiliating," she urged urgently. Harrold's jaw tightened visibly, his irritation showing. "Just do it," he muttered throu
Cassie grabbed Harrold's hand and slammed the wad of cash into his palm. "Here's your fifteen thousand dollars for the dress," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Even though it was your own girlfriend's fault, I'm feeling generous today." She then took out a few coins and tossed them at Harrold's girlfriend. "And for you," she mocked, "here's some change to get that dress dry-cleaned." Kenneth and Tracy looked on, their faces masks of shock. They exchanged bewildered glances, unable to understand why Cassie was paying the money instead of Caleb. What was going on between the two? The girlfriend stared at Cassie, biting her lip hard, her hands clenched into fists by her side. She knew Cassie was deliberately humiliating her in front of everyone. Desperate, she looked at Harrold for some sort of reaction, but he remained frozen to his spot, avoiding her gaze. When the girlfriend didn't make a move to pick up the coins, Cassie sneered, "Well, what are you waiting for? Pic
The bustling cafeteria, just moments ago filled with lively chatter and the clinking of cutlery, fell into a stunned silence. Caleb stood amidst the sudden hush, his hands tucked deep into his pockets, eyes fixed on Cassie with a mixture of surprise and disbelief etched on his face. Suddenly, Cassie's voice cut through the silence once again, declaring loudly, "Caleb, I really like you and want you to be my boyfriend!" Cassie declared, her voice unwavering as she looked straight into his eyes. Caleb sighed heavily, feeling caught off guard by Cassie's unexpected proclamation. His eyes darted around the cafeteria, meeting the incredulous stares of his classmates who couldn't believe what they were hearing. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to process the situation. ***** "Caleb, I really like you and want you to be my boyfriend!" Kenneth and Carl, nearly choked on her food, and Tracy slammed her wine glass down, her face flushed with anger and a hint of jealousy. Kenneth s
Cassie's gaze hardened, a flash of irritation crossing her features. She couldn't shake the memory of Tracy causing trouble that night at the bar. If it weren't for her interference, perhaps she wouldn't have argued with Caleb. Who knows, she might have already been his girlfriend by now. "Your personal history with him doesn't dictate my feelings," she countered sharply. "I see something in him that you clearly don't. So kindly keep your judgments to yourself." Tracy's chest rose and fell rapidly as she gathered herself to speak. "He's a loser, Cassie. He doesn't even have a proper job. He's just a delivery boy, for crying out loud." Cassie regarded Tracy with a shake of her head, an amused smile playing on her lips. "Hmm, I know exactly what he does for a living and his financial situation. You practically made it clear at the bar the other night. But you know what? I don't really care about that. I like Caleb for who he is on the inside, not what he does." She glanced ove