Naomi nodded.
The campus was already buzzing with gossip about the love triangle between her, Zebulon, and Tiffany. She had no desire to become the main attraction in the dining hall.
“Perfect. I need to pick something up anyway.”
Having been pampered since childhood, Naomi used many custom-made products that weren't available in stores. Her moisturizer and toner were almost out, and her mother had already asked her personal shopper to rush the order. It should be ready for pickup now.
“Great! To celebrate you finally ditching that scumbag, lunch is on me today!”
Naomi couldn’t understand why Patricia was so happy about her giving up on Zebulon that she wanted to celebrate with a meal, but not wanting to spoil her mood, she just nodded. “Okay.”
The two linked arms and walked to the campus gate. And as fate would have it, they ran right into Zebulon, Tiffany, and their group heading out.
Tiffany spotted Naomi first. She tugged on Zebulon’s arm. “Zebulon, look, it’s Naomi! I told you she’d come. She’s always with you guys, why would she suddenly stop now?”
Zebulon saw her too. He’d felt a pang of guilt for leaving her behind that morning, but the memory of her walking away without a glance quickly reignited his anger.
He stood by his car, a proud look on his face, waiting for Naomi to come and grovel.
He had already decided he wasn't going to let her off the hook easily.
“Naomi, over here! Everyone’s waiting for you!”
After making such a vicious request in the private room last time, Tiffany was now acting as if nothing had happened. Naomi had to admit, she was almost impressed.
She hadn't wanted to engage, but Tiffany had called her out in public. Not wanting to be rude, Naomi sighed and walked over with Patricia.
“You guys go ahead. I won’t be joining you anymore.”
With that, Naomi turned to leave with Patricia.

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