Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"Fiona, have you lost your mind? Why on earth did you throw my desk and chair out the window? This is the third floor! You better get them back up here, or I won't let this go."

Fiona just shrugged her off, shaking her hand free, and calmly returned to her desk.

Seeing Fiona's indifference, the girl plunked herself down on the floor and started bawling. After all, Fiona's reputation was already notorious, and since she had started this mess, who else would take the blame?

No one jumped in to comfort her. Fiona's actions had left everyone stunned, even the boys quit horsing around to watch the drama unfold.

"Fiona, you better bring my desk and chair back pronto. Class is about to start, and if you don't, I'll tell the teacher it was you who tossed them. Let's see how you talk your way out of that!"

"Oh, go ahead," Fiona replied, her smile icy.

She used to avoid making waves and preferred not to argue, believing that the truth would come out eventually. But now her perspective had shifted.

Her reputation was already shot; a bit more damage wouldn't make a difference.

"You're really something else, scheming to push Yvette out, and now doing this to me. Trying to get rid of me too? If it weren't for the Woods family backing you, you'd have been kicked out of Westbrook High ages ago. You think you're all that, don't you? Let me tell you, you're just disgusting, using your body to get what you want!"

deliberately, and slapped the girl hard across the face, drawing a thin

about her reputation or supposed malice, but she wouldn't stand for anyone

brother, and no filthy

to what she felt, this slap was

telling me

her? How much did she pay you, or what did she promise to make you defend her like this? The firsttime she fell down the stairs had nothing to do with me. This time, she came looking for trouble

only pushed her. I didn't force her hand onto that nail. Maybe you've got an eye problem; better get that checked before

aside and settled back into her

be told, everyone in class knew this wasn't Fiona's fault. They couldn't figure out how Yvette had hurt her

can fool everyone? Let me tell you, not

but no

got a point. This time,

it was a study period. Why couldn't she wait until after class to

Who knows what

it was just