Chapter 8 She Deserves an Apology
Jean couldn’t care less. She walked straight to her seat without ncing sideways.
Her desk was a single. She <b>was </b>the only one in ss without <b>a </b>seatmate.
The moment she sat down, the ssroom door suddenly mmed
open.
Everyone’s attention <b>was </b>immediately drawn to it-
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The person who entered was none other than their homeroom teacher, Wendy.
Her eyes were red, her expression defeated. Her gaze swept across the room before settling <b>on </b>Jean.
She hurried toward Jean’s seat, steps unsteady.
Everyone thought Wendy was about to tear into Jean again. Their eyes lit up with interest, faces full of schadenfreude. <b>Jean </b>stayed calm.
She could tell something was off. Wendy looked like a lion who had lost her fight–tail tucked, dragging herself forward in <b>pain</b><b>. </b>
As Jean wondered whether someone in Wendy’s family had died, or if the woman herself was on herst leg, Wendy stopped in front of her and, without warning, spoke-
“Jean.”
Her voice trembled slightly.
jean sat in her seat, raising her eyes with perfect ease, calmly waiting for Wendy to continue,
Wendy’s shoulders twitched. “I… I want to apologize. I was wrong about you. I shouldn’t have punished you<b>….</b>”
To the students waiting for drama, this was like a bolt from the blue.
What the hell?! Wendy was<b>… </b>apologizing?
It felt like the world had flipped upside down.
<b>Jean</b>, on the other hand, didn’t look surprised.
She figured Winston <b>must’ve </b>stepped in.
“<b>Is </b>that it, Miss she asked.
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Wendy had apologized, but Jean had no intention of letting it go that <b>easily</b>. Now was the time to push for <b>more</b>. She gave a small smile, lier eyes bright. “If we want fairness and justice, then you <b>should </b>find out who set me up.”
Whoever nted <b>that </b>prank toy on her seat had <b>been </b><b>watching </b>and enjoying the show this whole <b>time</b>. Wendy froze for a second.
She didn’t like it, but she knew she didn’t have the right to s
How do you want to find them!
<b>say </b>no anymore
Jean’ ?s imale deepened “There’s a security camera in the ssroom, isn’t there?”
The atmosphere shitted immediately.
Students began to look nervous. The gou
justnded in their ownps.
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Chapter 8 She Deserves an Apology
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Jean turned her gaze to the ones speaking. Her eyes had azy chill to them, and her voice turned sharp. “I was the one <b>who </b>got hurt. What gives you the right to say it’s not necessary?”
Maybe it was how cold she looked. Maybe it was how solid her wordsnded. Either way, everyone fell silent.
Some even looked visibly uneasy.
In the end, they pulled the ssroom footage.
<b>was </b>a
a boy named Deon
And there it was clear as day. The person who had nted the prank toy on Jean’s chair <b>w </b>
Another rich kid from a well–off family.
He had walked into the ssroom before Jean arrived and casually ced the paint–filled ball on her seat.
None of the other students stopped him. In fact, they looked entertained–eager to see what would happen.
Deon might’ve done it, but the rest? They were all aplices in silence.
“So what?” Deon didn’t bother denying it. He owned up immediately, but there wasn’t a hint of remorse in his face. His eyes were filled with arrogance and scorn. “It was just a harmless joke. I’m not apologizing.”
Wendy felt trapped in the middle, stuck between two immovable walls.
The principal had ordered her to clean this up before her reassignment, make sure everything was resolved properly.
But now, Jean wanted justice and Deon refused to apologize…
It was a deadlock
<b>“</b>You’re proud of not apologizing?” Jean looked at Deon coldly. Her tone was crisp and cutting.
Deon was hot–headed. He snapped back without hesitation. “Don’t use that tone with me! You’re just some bastard daughter of a <b>janitor- </b>
Everyone believed the rumor.
<b>That </b>Jean was the illegitimate <b>child </b>of a Sterford staff member.
Now, Deon was <b>using </b>it as ammo.
Of course, <b>Jean </b>didn’t feel hurt.
Anyone who bought that rumor probably also bought a dozen fake health supplements off TV. Seriously, you believe that crap? Can’t help you, man.
“<b>Deon</b>,” Jean said suddenly, and her lips curved into a slow smile. “I seem to remember that before your dad married your mom, he had a perfectly legal wife. <b>And </b>your mom? She couldn’t <b>even </b>wait, Got knocked up with <b>you </b>before the divorce was final. The moment the paperwork went through, she waddled her pregnant self straight into <b>City </b>Hall”
Everyone watching <b>was </b>floored.
Deon always came off <b>as </b><b>a </b>shy, big–spending rich boy, Who <b>would’ve </b>guessed that behind the sparkle <b>was </b><b>a </b><b>mess </b>like that
Hold up Deon’s face drained of color at her words. <b>His </b><b>whole </b><b>face </b>turned red. He looked <b>like </b>he was about <b>to </b>explode. “Jean, what the hell <b>are </b>you talking about?”
<b>Jean </b>ulted her head<b>, </b>still smiling. “<b>Am </b>I wrong”
Thank the host’s memory for that one.
She hadn’t left much behind–most of it useless scraps.
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Because everything Jean said was true.
Backed into a corner, Deon finally shouted, “You’re full of crap!”
And then he stormed out of the ssroom without looking back, leaving behind <b>a </b>room full of <b>stunned </b>ssmates.
And just like that, it <b>was </b>over–at least for now.
When Jean sat back down<b>, </b>someone gently poked her with <b>a </b><b>pen</b><b>. </b>
She turned her head
It was the girl behind her. Sofia. The same <b>one </b>who had lent her the pants earlier.
“You okay?” the girl <b>asked </b>softly, lowering her voice. Her eyes held a trace of concern.
Jean shook her head. “I’m fine.”
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<b>Sofia </b>frowned slightly. Then she spoke again, more to herself than to Jean. Things at school have been weirdtely. You should be careful too…”
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