Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 48

“Juniper, please?” the girl pleaded, her round eyes sincere.

“Alright.” Juniper found her impossible to refuse. She pressed her thumb onto the ink pad and then onto a photo of herself. It felt a little strange.

“Thank you!” The fan was ecstatic to get her idol’s signature—or rather, thumbprint—and skipped away happily.

Suddenly, a snide voice cut through the air. “She isn’t even famous yet and she’s already putting on airs.”

Juniper turned to see a group of girls standing nearby. The one in the lead, a girl with long, flowing hair named Jolene, was also a senior at Aurora High. She was staring coldly at Juniper, a mocking smile on her face.

“What a coincidence,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “The music player just happened to break right when it was Queenie’s turn. And what a coincidence that someone just happened to know how to play every instrument and stole the show, completely overshadowing Queenie.”

“Did you hear? A TV station came by asking specifically to interview the one who played the piano,” another girl chimed in.

“Exactly,” a third girl sneered. “And have you seen the latest news online? The dress Queenie wore was a fake! I heard that brand hates counterfeiters and sues anyone they find. Queenie wearing a fake on the news? The brand would never allow it.”

“Well, if Queenie can’t be on the cover, there was someone else on stage, wasn’t there?” Jolene laughed, the ridicule thick in her voice. “And wasn’t it a certain someone who borrowed that dress for Queenie in the first place?”

The implication was clear: Juniper had orchestrated the entire thing. Sabotage the music player to get on stage and hog the spotlight, then use the “fake dress” scandal to keep Queenie out of the news, ensuring she would be the one on the cover.

The girls went on, trading barbs, completely ignoring Juniper.

“Why are you yelling so loud? You think I’m scared of a barking dog?”

A passing student couldn't help but snort with laughter at Juniper’s scathing insults.

“Bitch!” Jolene lost all composure, raising her hand to slap Juniper.

But in the next second, Juniper caught her wrist mid-air. Before Jolene could react, a sharp “smack” echoed through the hall as Juniper landed a hard slap across her face.

She had promised her grandfather she wouldn't fight. But the other girl started it. This was just self-defense.