Chapter 351
“Let me go! What are you doing?” Willow was dragged outside by that girl. Even though she tried to break free, it was to no avail. Exasperated, she screamed, “Aren't you going to help me, Sophie?”
The girl who dragged her out was speechless. Didn't she come to give Sophie trouble? Elow can she still have the nerve to ask Sophie for help? Elow can she be so shameless?
Alas, Sophie did not even bother to spare Willow a glance. Someone like the latter was not worth her attention.
Besides, they were at school. Eler classmates would not get physical with Willow.
It's her fault for being annoying anyway! Serves her right to be punished like that.
“Soph, ignore her. Continue with your exercises. I'll go out and take a look,” Ysabelle said, planning to head outside.
“It's fine. You don't have to go outside. Do some studying instead!” Sophie replied.
Ysabelle was at a loss for words.
Still, she could not object to studying when everyone else liked to put her under their supervision. After all, it was a fact that her grades were not as good as the others.
Saying nothing, she could only go and study.
Willow, who had been dragged outside by several girls from Senior Class 8, was besieged by them in the hallway.
As a good student with great popularity in school, it was her first time encountering such a situation.
“What are you planning to do? Touch me if you dare,” Willow warned.
A short-haired girl gave her a shove.
“I touched you. So what now?”
In an instant, tears rolled down Willow's cheeks. There were so many of them, so she could not retaliate at all.
“Do you think that the students from Senior Class 8 are pushovers? You're such a phony b*tch. I'm telling you, your act might work on others but not on me,” one of the girls taunted.
“That's right! How dare you look down on us! Do you think you're any nobler than us?” another chimed in.
We're all students of Jipsdale Premier High. Does she think she can look down on people just because she has good grades?
At that time, several girls from Senior Class 1 passed by. When Willow saw them, it felt like she had seen her savior.
However, the girls walked past her as if they did not see her.
Willow was struck dumb.
What are they doing? Can't they see that I'm being bullied? Since they've seen it, how can they sit on their hands?
“Um...” She then tried to call one of her classmates by her name but could not do so. As she was usually arrogant, she never remembered the names of many of her classmates even though they had been in the same class for three years.
“D*mn. You don't even remember their names, yet you still have the guts to ask for help. How can you be so shameless!” one of the girls surrounding Willow snarled in disbelief.
Willow had studied with her classmates for three years, yet she could not even remember their names, which only served to prove there was a problem with her character.
In comparison, Sophie had only been in Senior Class 8 for less than half a year, but she could remember all her classmates' names.
Even an outstanding person like Sophie was not as overbearing as Willow.
Embarrassment was written all over Willow's face.
“What does it have anything to do with you? What do you want?” she asked angrily. What right do they have to speak ill of me here?
“It doesn't. We just can't stand it! I'm warning you—don't come to Senior Class 8 anymore! Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!” one of the girls around Willow threatened.
With that, they went straight back to their classroom.
Deep down, Willow was highly displeased, but she could only head back to her classroom in resignation.
When school ended in the afternoon, she refused to give up, so she went to find Sophie again.
Seeing that Sophie had gone to the cafeteria with Ysabelle, she followed them.
Willow's reappearance made Ysabelle click her tongue and ask Sophie, “Why do you think Willow is so persistent? What exactly does she want from you?”
“Clayton Zales,” the latter answered.
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