Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 30

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Angelina’s POV

‘Best news ever! A whole week out of this place!”

“Does this mean we’re skipping midterms? I’d do this for a month if it meant no exams!”

I listened to the excited shouting around me, my eyes flickering with amusement. They had no idea how exhausting outdoor ed actually was.

“Alright, alright, settle down,” Ms. Wilson clapped her hands again, and stents immediately quieted. “Stop talking. Mr. Davis will be here any minute for English. Student council rep, grab the permission slips after class and distribute them during lunch.”

With the homeroom teacher still present, students immediately started pretending to read, either half-heartedly flipping through pages or

making random noises that barely passed as reading aloud-just going through the motions to appease the teacher.

The moment Ms. Wilson left, everyone stopped pretending. The entire class erupted into excited chatter about the camping trip.

The students had just performed a masterclass in ‘how to change your face in two seconds flat” for me.

1 couldn’t help but smile slightly. So this was what the normal high school life I’d always longed for looked like-students being students.

During the break between second and third period, Emma came over to return the money she owed me, looking uncomfortable the whole time.

Maybe my threat last time had actually worked. She handed over every doar she’d borrowed from the original Aria, down to the last cent.

People really were bullies to the weak and scared of the strong, I thought woldly.

Third period was Spanish class.

I’d just come back from the bathroom when I passed by the third row of desks.

The girl sitting there-Seren Calloway-suddenly knocked her phone toward the edge of her desk.

Clatter.

I caught the movement in my peripheral vision. Her iPhone was about to fit the floor.

Seren looked up, putting on an act like I’d bumped into her desk, ready to make a scene:

‘Oh my God! Can’t you watch where you’re going? You almost broke my phone-”

Her voice cut off abruptly.

I knew Seren’s little game. Pathetic. I didn’t even look at her, just reached out and.caught the phone mid-air with perfect timing.

I tossed it back onto her desk and gave her a cold smile.

‘Nice try. Work on your acting skills next time.”

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My voice was lazy, contemptuous, like I’d seen through her entire playbook before she’d even made her move.

Seren flinched, shrinking back in her seat.

Ring ring ring-

The bell rang.

Spanish class was next.

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Everyone headed back to their seats. I didn’t waste any more energy on Seren and walked straight back to my desk. Her little schemes were transparent as glass to me anyway.

Our Spanish teacher, Señora García, walked in right as the bell stopped ringing. She set her textbook on the podium and immediately launched into her announcement with barely contained excitement:

“Okay, clase! Who remembers the assignment I gave you last time?”

I remembered. Last class, she’d assigned a project where pairs of students would have a conversation entirely in Spanish in front of the whole

class.

The classroom fell silent first, then students dragged out their response in unison: “Yesssss…”

“Bueno. So who wants to volunteer and go first?” Señora García’s sharp eyes swept across the room like a hawk searching for prey.

Predictably, not a single hand went up. No one made a sound.

Just as Señora García’s brow furrowed and she was about to start calling on people randomly, Seren’s hand shot up.

“¡Senora! I volunteer! I choose to do the dialogue with Aria!”

I raised an eyebrow. Interesting. She wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone.

The entire class froze for a second.

But no one said a word. Everyone turned to stare at me in unison.

Even Señora García looked at me with obvious doubt in her eyes.

I could practically read her thoughts-she remembered I had the worst Spanish grades in the entire class. Making me get up there and have a

conversation with another student would be setting me up to fail…

Just as everyone assumed I’d refuse or make a fool of myself, I spoke up, my tone playful and confident.

Inside, I was laughing. Seren’s Spanish skills? I could run circles around her in my sleep.

I fixed my gaze on Seren and said coolly:

“You sure you want to do this? Have a Spanish conversation…, with me?”

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I didn’t mention that in my previous life, I’d mastered 7 commonly used languages.

And Spanish? To me, it was as natural as breathing.

When I questioned Seren, I caught a flicker of fear in her eyes.

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But it vanished almost immediately. I could practically read her thoughts she was remembering I was supposed to be the worst student in

class, the one teachers had given up on.

Armed with that thought, Seren lifted her chin defiantly. Of course I’m sure!”

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