Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 70

“Huh?” Qadir was completely lost. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll find out eventually,” Queenie replied, her expression turning serious. “My idol can do a lot more than just dance.”

The three of them chatted cheerfully, completely oblivious to Jolene staring daggers at Juniper from a corner.

“Qadir is following Juniper around like a lost puppy,” one of her friends complained.

“I can’t believe Juniper is actually Master Lunar,” another added, bewildered. “But being a good dancer is useless if your grades suck.”

“You have to do something, Jolene, or Qadir’s really going to get stolen away.”

To them, Juniper was just a fake heiress who’d been kicked out of her home and now lived in the slums. With bad grades and only dancing to her name, she was utterly classless and obviously needed to latch onto someone rich. And at Aurora High, no one was richer than Qadir.

Jolene used to talk to Qadir all the time; they were pretty close. But ever since Juniper showed up, he hadn't given Jolene the time of day.

Jolene stood frozen, her hands clenched into tight fists, her eyes burning with hatred. She hadn’t forgotten the slap Juniper had given her. Sooner or later, she would make her pay for everything.

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After they finished their fondue, Qadir generously offered to buy everyone milkshakes.

“I’m full, so I’ll go get them,” Dolce, the class president, volunteered. “I know a place that makes the best shakes.”

“Sounds good.” Qadir handed her some cash with a lavish gesture. “Get whatever you want, don’t hold back. We’ll meet you there after we finish off the meat.”

“Go on,” Juniper nodded, pulling out her phone to continue her search for information on Jimmie. His flight was scheduled to land in Eclara City at six tomorrow evening.

He was a national icon, incredibly famous. That meant he’d be surrounded by security, so she had to figure out a way to get close enough to snag a lock of his hair.

“Oh yeah? Who saw you?” Waheed draped his uniform jacket over his shoulders, smirking like a common thug. “Everyone behind me saw you cut in line.”

He sneered, “So this is the kind of student they raise at Aurora High, the school that got lucky and beat my goddess on the news? No class at all.”

Eclara High was still bitter about Aurora High’s victory, which had been a public humiliation. To make matters worse, Yolanda was Waheed’s personal goddess, and he was determined to stand up for her. Seeing Dolce, small and alone, he figured she’d be an easy target.

“Let’s go check it out.” Juniper stood up and started walking over.

“Juniper, wait for Qadir,” Queenie said, grabbing her arm worriedly. “They’re all guys. You’ll be at a disadvantage.”

Of all the times for Qadir to go to the restroom, it had to be now.

A disadvantage? The thought made Juniper chuckle. The person who could put her at a disadvantage hadn't been born yet.