Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: 58. A Fall From Grace I

Maisie

"You’ve been avoiding us," Regina said in an accusatory tone.

She’d blocked my path right after Combat and followed me down to the bathroom despite my efforts to shake her off. I was sporting a black eye from being so distracted, I didn’t notice the punch coming until Rachel’s fist slammed into my cheek.

I could swear the girls in the next stall were laughing every time they looked in my direction. I recognized Claire. And I caught a flash of Lana’s blonde hair.

"I’m not," I said. "I’ve been... busy."

"Too busy to check your cellphone or respond to my calls or messages," she retorted.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Regina enough to tell her. It was that I knew if I did, she would make it her problem and begin looking for solutions to it.

But there was no helping me out of this.

I gave her a blank stare. "I don’t know what you want me to say, Regina."

"I want to know what’s wrong with my best friend," she said. "You haven’t been yourself lately. You look pale. Haunted. We were supposed to hang out during your suspension, but you completely blew me off and I swear you’ve lost some more weight since I last saw you."

"I’m fine," I said, shrugging on my jacket.

"Won’t you tell me?" she said.

"Tell you what?"

Just then, Claire’s obnoxious laughter echoed in the bathroom. "I hear she’s been reduced to the status of a maid again. I can’t tell what’s funnier. Tumbling in bed with an engaged man, or walking around believing she was special because they picked her out of the gutter. Pathetic fucking bitch."

Regina slammed her fist into the bathroom door and every girl inside jumped. Including Claire. "I dare you to come out and say that again to her face. This is why every guy you kiss dumps you, Foreman. Nothing but shit and maggots frothing in your mouth."

Claire hurriedly walked out of the bathroom. Her friend, Debbie followed. Lana lingered for a moment, but she didn’t need to say anything.

She’d always been able to read me better than most. All she had to do was stare at my fingers trembling under the faucet and know it had gotten to me.

I fixed my hair. "You don’t have to fight my battles for me, Regina. I’m fine."

I would be.

"Maisie, I’m here," she said, eyes filled with worry. "I’m always here if you ever need to talk. Or you know, kill someone."

I would’ve laughed. Maybe I should’ve pretended for her, at least. But I didn’t have it in me anymore.

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