Rebecca’s face twisted into a smirk as soon as she heard it. She looked right past Paulina, eyeing the little cluster of hangers-on behind her, and let out a light scoff. “Did I ever say I didn’t want to do the fitness test?”
The crowd went quiet all at once.
Rebecca’s eyes moved slowly from face to face. Some people instantly looked guilty, but their pride wouldn’t let them back down. “But you just said—” one of them stammered.
Rebecca cut in, “What did I say?” Her voice was calm, but her question hit hard.
That person froze, struggling to come up with an answer. She hadn’t actually said she’d refuse the test at all. So why had they all convinced themselves she would?
An awkward silence fell.
Someone finally blurted out, “You could’ve just agreed right away!”
Paulina glanced toward the speaker and immediately recognized one of her own lackeys. With the smallest tilt of her lips, she passed along a little approving smile.
Just as Paulina hoped, the lackey doubled down. “You didn’t say anything the whole time because you wanted to say no. Then when you finally agreed, it was just because we pressured you. Now you want to act like this is our fault, like we never gave you a choice. You’re quick with words, aren’t you? Who knew there’d be someone like you in this year’s prep class?”
The group, who had been holding back just a second ago, suddenly couldn’t stop themselves. They joined in, their comments growing sharper and meaner.
“Wow, who knew Rebecca was so scheming?”
“Poor Paulina. Stuck with a backstabbing, gold-digging cousin. No telling what Rebecca will do to her now.”
“Does someone like her even belong at Vantage Point? I’m starting a petition today to get her kicked out!”
“Count me in. Paulina deserves better.”
Paulina pulled a sad, conflicted face for the crowd, tossing out a few fake words to “defend” Rebecca. But her eyes sparkled with barely hidden satisfaction.


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