<h4>Chapter 315: 315-Troy Doesn’t Like Oriana</h4>


    <strong>Clementine:</strong>


    "After a long vacation, Let’s all start our dinner," Mr. Rick announced as he stood up, and everyone began smiling at one another.


    However, not everyone was smiling.


    The White Squad and most of the Red Squad were, but Oriana was pping loudly.


    I had no idea what she was cheering for, maybe celebrating the fact that she’d found new puppets.


    "Oh, and before that, I’d like to give my squadmate her new uniform," Ms. Lenora said, sounding unusually excited as she walked toward me with a folded uniform in her hands.


    The White Squad members perked up, exchanging nces.


    Joshua, however, was staring at me a little too intensely, his eyebrows pulled together.


    "Ms. Lenora!" Mira called, quickly standing from her seat and rushing to grab the uniform for me.


    I noticed my squadmates turning to look at me, all except Zian and Oriana, who both seemed tense, as if ready to get up at any moment.


    "Oriana, this is your uniform," Miss Rue said tly as she walked over, tossed the uniform onto the table, and returned to the ringleaders’ table.


    "Now, happy feast," Mr. Rick said cheerfully, sounding as if he was enjoying the drama unfolding in front of him.


    Suddenly, Troy got up from his seat, walked over, and ced a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder.


    Sebastian looked at him for a moment, then awkwardly stood and gave up his seat. Troy sat down across from me.


    It was the most awkward moment of the evening.


    Everyone started watching us.


    "Why did you leave the dorm room?" Troy demanded, one hand on his waist and the other resting on the table.


    I pretended not to hear him and focused on my mac and cheese instead.


    But he swiftly grabbed the bowl and pulled it away from me.


    "I’m asking you something. Why did you leave the squad?" he pressed, his tone growing harsher.


    I finally looked up at him, realizing that if he wanted to make a scene, I would give him one.


    "As if you don’t know," I said, reaching for the bowl again.


    He pushed it farther out of reach.


    "No, I don’t know. And I don’t know what’s going on. All I know is that it’s not my fault. I don’t want chaos. I’m not going after Oriana!" he shouted, mming his hand on the table.


    Everyone who had been quietly eating and eavesdropping now turned their full attention to us.


    He had managed to draw the entire hall’s focus.


    "What the fuck is wrong with you, Troy? Behave yourself. You’ve made enough fun of me when you left me there to die in the North. Now I want you to fucking leave me the fuck alone. You got it?" I yelled, mming my hand even harder this time.


    "What is going on over there? You, ck Squad, get off my squadmate’s table!" Ms. Lenora was, as always, louder.


    She got up from her seat, shouting at Troy.


    Troy raised his hand, stretching it all the way toward her as if to tell her to step back.


    "You’reing back to our squad. I don’t care," Troy said, looking me in the eye.


    I noticed his pupils dting nonstop, expanding, then returning to normal.


    There was also a slight shakiness in the lens of his eye.


    "No," I stated. I noticed Oriana get up from the corner of my eye and reach over to Troy.


    "Come on, Troy. She doesn’t deserve your friendship. Let’s go." The minute she ced her hand on his shoulder, I expected two things, for Troy to join her and insult me, or for him to just go after her like a lost puppy.


    However, he did neither. What he did left mepletely stunned.


    Not just me, everyone gasped when Troy got up from his seat and swung his arm, pping Oriana so hard that she dropped to the floor.


    Due to the floor being slippery, she slid about two feet away.


    The small yelp that left her lips was loud enough for everyone to hear.


    Gasps erupted. The ringleaders got up from their seats, yelling at Troy, while he stood frozen, staring at his hand.


    His hand was shaking.


    "I said, don’t fucking touch me," he uttered to himself, still looking at his hand.


    I started to get up, watching him closely.


    It didn’t look like a normal reaction, none of it made any sense.


    Suddenly, Troy began to gag, almost like he was about to throw up, and the sound itself was terrifying.


    Neither Haiden nor Yorick got up to yell at Troy for hurting Oriana.


    Oriana hid her face in her hands, her lip bleeding, staring at him with a traumatized expression.


    "What did you just do?" I asked softly.


    Troy, despite being called out by everyone, turned to look at me. He looked helpless.


    "I said she shouldn’t touch me without my permission," he spoke in a soft whisper. His voice was so low that it was hard to even understand him.


    I probably missed part of what he said because of how quiet he was.


    Then the Lurkers stormed in.


    That was the only time Yorick and Haiden got up to defend Troy, seeing how the Lurkers were marching toward him.


    But there were too many of them.


    Chaos erupted, and I watched one of the Lurkers stun Troy.


    He didn’t fight back, he just dropped to his knees.


    Thest thing he did before passing out was look at me.


    My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it in my chest.


    Even the sight of him in pain gave me goosebumps, even though I knew I was supposed to hate him for leaving me behind.


    This entire incident changed how I saw things. Something was wrong.


    Then my eyes moved to Oriana. She began to scratch her stomach like crazy.


    "Why doesn’t it work?" she screamed, throwing a tantrum, kicking her legs and pulling at her shirt.


    Her hair was messy, and she scratched her stomach so hard that one of her nails started toe off.


    "Oriana, calm down!" Jack from the White Squad rushed over to help her since no one else did.


    Being the neutral one, he grabbed her hands to stop her from hurting herself more.