Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 51

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Angelina’s POV

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Kai’s smile froze instantly at my words. I could feel the disappointed stares from students around us-they knew there’d be no drama, so one by one they turned away, losing interest.

Kai still seemed to want to salvage something. He forced an awkward smile and said to me: “Aria, Bella and I broke up.”

Hearing this, a chill ran through me. He spoke as if he and Bella breaking up was all for my sake. Ridiculous.

I responded expressionlessly: ‘Oh. Why should I care?”

My voice was cold and sharp, as if we’d truly never known each other. From start to finish, I didn’t look at him once. I didn’t want to, and didn’t

need to.

The warning bell rang-its crisp sound echoed through the hallway, reminding students they had five minutes until class.

I saw Kai look at me helplessly, then turn and leave, disappearing into the crowded hallway toward his own locker.

I closed my locker door, grabbed my needed textbooks, and headed toward my first period classroom.

The first day of midterm week hit like a freight train.

I walked through the hallways Wednesday morning, watching students huddled against lockers with flashcards and crumpled notes. Some were

muttering formulas under their breath. Others looked like they hadn’t slept in days.

The whole vibe was different. Instead of the usual chaos of passing periods, everyone moved with this tense, zombie-like focus.

Our schedule had been compressed-only two or three exam blocks per day, each lasting about ninety minutes. No regular classes. Just pure,

concentrated testing.

First up: Algebra.

I slid into my seat and waited for the proctor to distribute the exam packets. The moment they said “begin,” pencils started scratching

frantically across paper all around me.

I put my head down and closed my eyes.

Might as well get some rest.

The questions were meaningless to me anyway. I’d seen harder problems in my sleep-literally. My previous life had required skills far beyond

high school math.

Around me, students were stressing. I could hear the nervous energy-erasers working overtime, quiet sighs of frustration, the occasional suppressed panic.

I tuned it all out.

About thirty minutes before time was up, I lifted my head and stretched. A few students glanced over, probably wondering how I could sleep

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through an exam.

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I picked up my pencil, scanned the test, and started writing.

Thirty minutes. That’s all I needed.

The proctors watched me with raised eyebrows-surprised but not shocked The original Aria had a reputation for giving up. They probably thought I was just scribbling random answers in a last-ditch panic.

Let them think that.

The pattern repeated throughout the week. Wednesday: Algebra and English. Thursday: Earth Science and Geography. Friday: Spanish and some elective I barely remembered signing up for.

Sleep. Wake up. Write. Turn it in.

When the final bell rang Friday afternoon, the entire school seemed to exhale at once. Students burst out of classrooms, shouting and laughing, finally free.

I grabbed my backpack and headed out, meeting up briefly with Mia and Logan before we split ways in the parking lot.

That’s when I saw the car.

Leo’s window rolled down, his face lit up with excitement. “Aria! Get in! Marc already found us members for the racing crew! I’m taking you to

meet them!”

Racing crew?

Now that was interesting.

I didn’t hesitate. I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.

Finally, something worth my time.

We raced 400 miles to Wildpath Championship Round 4’s venue-Thunder Valley Raceway in Silverstone Pack territory.

The entire track was surrounded by professional setup-massive LED screens, sponsor banners, and official pit areas for various packs.

Racing teams practiced on the track. The parking lot was filled with high and modified cars and racing trailers. I looked around-everywhere were professional racing crews-mechanics in matching team uniforms, rage engineers with clipboards, and official representatives from various packs. The air reeked of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel.

Leo parked in the designated parking area for racers and crew, not far from pit lane. He turned off the engine, looked at me, his eyes full of both excitement and concern.

“Aria,” he took a deep breath, “this is Thunder Valley Circuit-Wildpath Championship Round 4. This track is no joke.”

He pointed toward the winding track in the mountains: “See that elevation change? We’re starting at 6,000 feet and dropping to 4,500 within the first two miles. The altitude messes with engine performance-less oxigen means less power. You’ll feel the car struggling on the climbs.”

I nodded, still expressionless.

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A group of cocky guys and girls walked toward us. They looked like trust fund kids, head to toe in designer brands.

“Dude, THIS is your sister? The one you said can actually drive? One of them with lime-green dyed hair raised an eyebrow at me, of doubt. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, looking me up and down with an appraising stare.

I sneered inwardly. Another sexist idiot.

“Hell yeah! My sister’s badass!” Leo nodded, unable to hide his pride.

Obviously these people didn’t know about my victory over Tyler. Hearing Leo’s words, they burst into exaggerated laughter.

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‘Ha! No way, man!*

“Bro, you’re messing with us, right? Come on!”

“Your SISTER? Seriously?”

Green-hair pulled his blonde girlfriend closer and said to me in a condescending tone: “Look, sweetheart, racing’s not really… you know, a girl thing. Why don’t you stick to cheerleading or something? Way safer. Way more… appropriate.”

The woman next to him laughed openly, not bothering to hide it.

I looked at them expressionlessly. I’d seen this type before-not worth getting angry over.

“Hey, back off!” Leo had clearly just met this group for the first time. He’d been looking forward to meeting new teammates for the racing crew, but hadn’t expected them to be such assholes. He started to defend me-

Green-hair interrupted him: “Tell you what, princess-you and me, one race. You lose, you go out with me. Deal?” His face wore that smirk he probably thought was charming.

Another round of laughter.

I knew this green-haired guy had no intention of actually racing me-he was just toying with me, wanting to see me humiliated.

They expected me to get angry, to storm off in embarrassment, or to run away in fear.

But I wouldn’t.

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