The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 71

Every person who walked out averted their gaze from Sherry and Andre as they passed by. Sherry was about to burst into tears.

"People like you will get what's coming to you!"

I couldn't take it anymore and smiled at her. "Why are you blaming them? Aren't they scared of those thugs coming for them? Just like how you gathered a bunch of people to beat up that girl back at the school gate, right?"

Sherry bit her lower lip so hard she almost drew blood but had nothing to say in return. I got the feeling that this incident hadn't really changed her at all.

Finally, it was my turn. Sherry muttered behind me, "Andre, you can't count on her. Don't forget she wouldn't even lend you her jacket. She's probably wishing we all get what's coming to us."

I sat down across from the principal, recalling that day vividly, and spoke plainly, "That guy went after Andre on purpose. That's what I saw." 

There was no need for me to lie. Besides, even if the alley surveillance missed the key moments, they hadn't noticed that a camera was positioned in a corner further down the alley. That angle should have captured the whole scene.

The police would have already found that out.

When I left the office, the others rushed toward me.

"Betty, what did you say?"

"I told the truth."

"That guy really did it on purpose!"

Their faces changed instantly. "Are you asking for trouble?"

"You've got a lot of balls."

I straightened up, flicking my bangs with confidence. "Maybe it's because my family has a bit of money, so I'm not scared of that guy with just a little."

They were speechless.

Sherry was called in for questioning next. Andre leaned against the railing and came up beside me, his voice low and hoarse. "Thanks."

She put a bowl in front of me. "This will probably leave him with some lasting issues."

I shook my head, feeling reflective, reminding myself to be careful with sharp objects from now on.

As for Sherry, she was expelled shortly after the investigation results came out. Some in her class said they saw her post on social media, and she was somewhere down south. It seemed like she had split from Andre and was going south to work on her own.

Our homeroom teacher walked into the classroom with a grade report in hand. The chatter was immediately silenced, and everyone sat up straight.

"Let's give a shout-out to Betty, who, despite ranking 13th in the entire year, managed to improve by 10 spots. She is first in the class, and third in the year. Come on, Betty, share your thoughts."

Those anxious and insecure days felt like they were ages ago. I stood up, thinking for a bit. I felt a little shy but still wanted to give myself a compliment.

"Well, I think I'm actually pretty awesome!"

(The end)