“All done.”
Charlotte straightened up and handed the girl a small, plain tube of ointment.
“Put this on for three days. You’ll be fine.”
“Thank you.”
The girl took it like it was a precious gem, carefully slipping it into the hidden pocket of her uniform.
When Charlotte picked up her bag and started to leave, the girl’s eyes brightened and she quickly hurried after her.
“My name’s Shirley Brown. I’m in Class A. If anyone… if anyone bullies you, you have to let me know…”
Class A?
So she was a special admit. No wonder people targeted her.
Charlotte slowed down, a soft smile touching her lips as she glanced at Shirley.
“You’re going to watch out for me?”
Shirley’s round cheeks turned bright red. She mumbled,
“N-not really. I just… I could tell them not to mess with you.”
“And you think they’ll listen?”
Shirley’s face fell and she shook her head. Her explanations never worked. Still, she couldn’t just ignore it if someone picked on her benefactor.
“I’m Charlotte Main. I’m in Class C. If you ever need anything, come find me. I’ll look out for you.”
Shirley just stood there, frozen, watching Charlotte’s cool, calm figure disappear down the hall. Her eyebrows knit together.
She sighed quietly.
She’s new here. Too innocent. She has no idea how brutal Vanguard High can be.
...
Class C was up on the second floor.
Charlotte walked down the stairs, her pace laid-back, when a sharp voice pierced the hallway.
“Charlotte, what are you doing here?”
Charlotte looked up. Olivia was planted in front of her, eyes wide with disbelief.
The slap mark on her face was almost totally covered with foundation.
Wasn’t Dad having the driver take her to Pathfinder Academy? This was Vanguard High. How did she even get in?
Charlotte barely glanced at her, cold and silent, and kept walking.



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