Novel Update
Class reunion III
“Vicky Lewis!” Gasps echoed through the room as all eyes fixated on the newcomer.
Mia was also taken aback to see her. She hadn’t crossed paths with Vicky since she was expelled from high school, making tonight’s encounter unexpected. Instinctively, an uneasy feeling settled within her.
Was she here to bully her?
However, Mia wasn’t alone in her discomfort. Another individual seemed to be grappling with an even stronger sense of unease in response to Vicky’s presence.
‘Why is she here? How did she manage to appear?’ Martha gnawed on her lip, nearly drawing blood.
After the girl’s family faced bankruptcy and her father was incarcerated, Martha believed it spelled the end for Vicky Lewis.
Despite Vicky’s persistent calls and attempts to connect, she remained indifferent, never acknowledging her.
Long ago, she’d blocked her contact when her incessant calls became irritating. She wasn’t responsible for her father’s corruption or having a baby mama. She hadn’t urged her to bully Mia to the extent of expulsion from school. So why was she bothering her?
“Long time no see, everyone,” Vicky sneered, casting a disdainful gaze at her stunned ex-classmates.
“Vicky, what brings you here?”
“It’s been ages.”
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Ex-classmates taunted, their expressions filled with scorn.
“Why are you here?” Martha hesitated before adding, “Weren’t you expelled? You should leave; we don’t want bullies among us.”
“Why? She’s one of us, expelled or not,” Veronica interjected sharply. “We’ve all graduated. So, what’s the issue? Or is there something you’re hiding, Martha?” She smirked.
“Hiding? No. In what way?” Martha forced out a nervous chuckle, beads of sweat forming on her caked face.
“Really?!” Vicky shot her a look, her icy eyes piercing sharply into Martha’s soul. “Did you just claim you have nothing to hide?”
“You bitch! You caused my expulsion, and now you dare to claim you have nothing to hide?” She scoffed. “Why, then, have you been avoiding my calls? Why block my number?”
Onlookers, oblivious to the backstory, turned their attention to Martha, witnessing her face pale like that of a ghost.
Seeing this, they swiftly came to the poor girl’s defense:
“Quit making baseless accusations.”
“You’re resorting to bullying again.”
“Leave Martha alone. How did she cause your expulsion?”
“And why wouldn’t she block your number? You’re a bad influence! Even I blocked you a long time ago.”
Vicky laughed coldly. “Listen carefully, everyone. Martha set Mia up. She instructed me to bully Mia.”
“What?”
“Nonsense.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“You doubt me? Here are my chats with Martha, detailing Mia’s locations… when to strike…” Clicking her tongue, she retrieved her phone from her pocket.
The phone circulated quickly, and everyone read the conversations between Martha and Vicky, confirming the girl’s shocking revelation.
“It’s a lie, guys. It’s fake. Don’t listen to her,” Martha desperately rushed out words.
But in that moment, without warning, PA! Vicky landed a scorching smack across her face.
“How dare you lie against me?! Do you want to see how much of a bully I can be?” Vicky thundered angrily, grabbing a bottle from the nearest table and smashing it on the ground.
The room shrieked in sheer horror. The situation was escalating beyond their expectations.
“Martha, defend yourself.”
“Is she telling the truth?”
Ex-classmates eyed Martha skeptically as she remained rooted to the ground, shivering, while Vicky inched closer with the broken bottle.
Martha’s bloodshot eyes glared at Vicky, the sting from the recent slap still intense.
Aware of Vicky’s bullying nature, she feared the worst. It wouldn’t be beyond Vicky to use the bottle against her.
Unable to endure the torment, she burst out, “Yes, I asked you to bully her, and so what?! Did I tell you to overdo it? Did I? You stupid wench, how dare you raise your hand at me?! Do you want to die?!!! How am I the cause for your expulsion?!” She screamed in a shrill voice.
Turning to everyone else, she sneered, “And all of you, trying to act like saints now?! Did you not equally bully Mia back then?! Stupid snakes in the grass!”
For a moment, everyone was stunned as they witnessed Martha’s dramatic outburst. It was the first time they were seeing this side of her. They never imagined she could be like this.
Among those in the room, Mia was the most taken aback. As the phone was passed to her and she scrolled through the chats with trembling hands, tears welled up in her eyes.
Martha hurriedly went to her side, holding her hand. “Mia, it’s not what you think. Trust me, I’m your best friend. I was just being sad-” She began to sob.
“That’s right. I don’t quite blame Martha. If I were her, I’d have done the same. I mean, Mia tried to steal Max from her…”
Everyone sided with the person who spoke up, sympathy washing over them as they watched Martha cry profusely.
No one would remain indifferent after their boyfriend was almost taken away by another woman.
Upon witnessing how quickly Martha was gaining support with her fake pitiful display, Veronica scoffed. “Will you ever stop?” Her question was directed at Martha.
Turning to everyone, she stated, “Do you really think it was Mia who snatched Max from Martha? Have you forgotten that back in school, it was Max and Mia who were actually dating initially?”
“Yes, we remember. However, the recording of Mia’s confession… Vee, I think it’s you who forgot that the tape posted in the group cleared the air. Before Mia and Max got together, it was Martha and Max.”
“Exactly,” everyone chimed.
“Is that so?” Veronica smirked. “Alright, then. Come in.” She yelled over her shoulder.
‘Another person?’ Everyone’s brows knitted in anticipation.
At that moment, someone entered through the door.
As soon as Martha’s eyes met the newcomer, she froze.
“What are you doing here?” She blurted out before she could stop herself.
“Ah, I see you know each other,” Veronica said, taking a cocktail from a passing waiter. “Hmm, lovely. You should try this, Martha,” she added tauntingly, “since you like to covet other people’s things.”