Eleanor pressed her lips together, her face tight with worry. This time, the girl was really in trouble.
At the very last second, Charlotte finished her test. She tossed her pen right into Shirley’s pencil case, her movements calm and precise, then walked out of the room with barely a glance at anyone.
“I’m heading back to class,” she said, her voice flat.
The moment she left, everyone’s attention snapped to her test paper. It was flipped open, and both of the big questions on the last page were completely blank. The page looked untouched, even cleaner than her own face.
“No wonder she ran out so fast. Maybe she went somewhere to cry?” Nancy leaned in, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Olivia didn’t say anything, but she was practically glowing inside. She couldn’t tell if Charlotte was just stubborn or really clueless, bragging about getting second place in the whole grade when this was all she could manage.
“Why do you even care?” Parrish stepped forward, shooting Nancy a cold glare. “You sure talk a lot for someone who looks like that.”
Nancy’s face twisted in anger. “You—”
“If you say one more thing about Charlotte, I’ll flatten you,” Parrish shot back, then joined Andrew. “Come on, Andrew. Let’s go.”
Andrew got up, shooting Olivia and Nancy a look so icy it could’ve frozen the room. Olivia was about to say hi, but the way he looked at her made her words stick in her throat.
After a few steps, Andrew paused and turned around. “Shirley, are you coming?”


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