My Friend, the Fake Rich Kid

---- Chapter 4 Shattered Trust Clara nestled into his arms, pretending to be timid. "Dan, do you think this is-" Daniel cut her off, running his hand through her hair with a look full of affection. "After everything you've been through, this little lesson is nothing." Everyone around them fell silent, afraid to make a sound. Iglared at Daniel, speaking each word like a blade. ''Ten years of friendship... Does that mean nothing to you? Daniel, let go of me. I'm willing to forgive and forget. But if you don't, you'll regret it." He paused, a shadow of something unreadable crossing his eyes.

"Regret? You didn't think about that when you hit Clara. Raise her higher." The ropes tightened suddenly; my feet were bound to the landing gear, and my body was lifted off the ground. The sudden weightlessness made my heart skip a beat. They hoisted me even higher, and I swayed in the air like a rag doll in the wind. My torn clothes hung in tatters. The freezing wind cut through me, leaving me exposed and shivering. Icried out in humiliation and pain, tears streaming uncontrollably. Laughter erupted all around me. ---- "Look at her tattered clothes. She's so trashy.

Hanging there and still acting stubborn." "Showing off her chest on purpose to tempt Daniel. Trying to catch a sugar daddy, huh?" "What a desperate slut, always trying to land someone rich and powerfull" Someone raised a phone to take pictures. I instinctively tried to cover my face. But my hands were bound tightly behind me, and any movement exposed even more of my skin. Clara leaned against Daniel, looking up at me. "Shameless liar!" People twisted open water bottles and dumped the water on me. "Get out of our school! Don't pollute our eyes!" "Trash!

Apologize to Clara already!" Iclosed my eyes. Dizziness flooded my nerves; blood rushed to my head, and I felt faint. I stared at Daniel as tears mixed with blood on my face. Maybe he felt the hatred radiating off me. Maybe he'd had his fun. Finally, ina rare act of mercy, he lifted his hand and signaled for someone to lower me. ---- collapsed to the ground, disheveled and still too stunned to move. Henry Chase, the school counselor, pushed his way through the crowd toward me. "Serena! Look at you! Causing a scene at school, parading around like that, trying to seduce a man.

Have you no shame?" I tried to push myself up, but the sharp pain in my wrists froze me. Weakly, I said, "Mr. Chase, it wasn't me-"" "Not you? All the students told me otherwise! You lied to Clara about owning the jet, got caught, and then hit her! And now you're lying there half-dressed like a slut! Where does this leave the school's reputation?" The surrounding students chimed in immediately. "Exactly! She's terrible!" "Get her out of here!" With Daniel's arm around her, Clara approached, face partially hidden, her eyes red from crying. "Mr.

Chase, Serena probably just lost her head for a moment. Don't be too hard on her. She struggled through high school, so getting into Kingston University was no small feat." Ahint of amusement lingered in Clara's eyes, and Daniel echoed her. "Yeah. Serena wasn't exactly a genius. Funny how she still got into Kingston University!"