As expected, Brianne didn't come to school the next morning.
Can't blame her.
Everyone's been talking about that old bastard priest's words and the breakdown she had after his insults—crying in front of the whole damn world.
People like that just wait to see someone fall so they can vent their own frustrations, and my classmates are no different.
I should be glad that, for once, the gossip isn't about me.
But hell, I'd give anything for these pieces of trash to shut up about her and go back to making up some nonsense about me—like how I slept with some guy's wife and got beaten half to death for it.
Only Elaine—easily the smartest among them—hasn't said a word.
More than once my hands itched to break a few noses, but I held back.
If I did, I'd definitely get expelled—not exactly the news Isabelle would want to hear while she's away on business.
Still, I can't just let Brianne suffer alone.
So the moment classes end, I head straight to her place.
