Daphne glared at all of them with spite, holding her burning cheek."I get that you're all so obsessed with me and that you actually want to ruin my life so bad for your satisfaction, but think about the teacher too, you'll be ruining his career!." She exclaimed.
Do they even know the extent of what they were doing?, this could go wrong in so many different ways.
"Hmmm, that's true." Blonde Daphne said and made a pose to think, but then she shrugged, blowing on her nails. "I never liked him anyways. And I don't think he likes me either. So it's a win win."
"You have no right to do this.'
" And you have no rights to sleep with a teacher but here we are." Rosaline shot back.
Daphne, the blonde one, gave a fake yawn and sighed. " I'm getting bored." She drawled out.
Daphne rose to her feet again. "You're are stupid if you think you're going to do this and get away with it."
The beautiful Daphne slapped her, again.
And without wasting another second, she returned the slap, hot and sound.
The three of them were shocked into silence, staring wide eyed at Daphne as she held her cheek in shock.
" You little bitch." She sneered, glaring daggers at her.
" How dare you?." Rosaline seethed.
" Hold her down." The beautiful Daphne commanded, immediately rummaging through her bag.
" What are you doing?" Daphne asked rising as they began to grab her, pinning her arms.
" What does it look like we're doing?" Sharon said with a smirk.
Let me go!." Daphne screamed.
But screaming was useless.
The blonde Daphne brought out three boxes of milk out of her bag pack and placed them on her table, on her notes. She watched as she opened the first carton and tilted it toward Daphne.
"Don't!" Daphne gasped, dread curling in her stomach.
Too late. White liquid spilled across her head, soaking her hair and uniform. Before she could recover, the second and third cartons followed. Daphne sat frozen, dripping from hair to shoes, shocked into silence.
" There, now you look more like yourself. The true face of the ugly garbage that you are." Rosaline tapped on her cheek gently, wiping her hand on her dress.
And finally they left her alone. The three of them laughed, striding out of the class like a coven of witches. They left with the satisfaction of turning her into a repulsive sight.
Daphne stare up at the ceiling, her eyes sting as hot tears pooled in her eyes. But she wasn't going to cry over people like that. None of what they said was the truth. So she didn't have to cry. She didn't sleep with the maths teacher, and she hadn't cheated to pass her test.
She squeezed the milk out of her hair, bitting her trembling lips. Only if she had left when Tessa came by, none of this would have happened. Only if–
"What the hell Daphne?" A voice came from the front, cutting through the haze.
She looked at the doorway see Ernest staring back at her totally flabbergasted, as he assessed her.
She continued to squeeze the milk out of her hair, dusting droplets off her uniform. Ernest walked over in quick steps holding a box of tissue he had grabbed from the teacher's table.
He knelt beside her on one knee, dabbing the tissues gently over the collar of her shirt and sleeves. But the milk had soaked her too much and all of their efforts seemed pointless.
" Who did this to you?" He asked, voice low, gentle and mad all at once. He gathered the used tissues in his palms. Daphne didn't respond and began shoving her materials into her bag. If she started talking, she might break down into tears, and she didn't want to cry.
"You have to report them." He urged. "This is completely unacceptable."He went to discard the tissues.
As she stood to leave, milk dripping from her clothes to the floor, Ernest stood in her path.
"It was the blonde wasn't it? I saw her and her friends leaving when coming in. They did this, didn't they?"
Daphne didn't answer. She took a step to the side, trying to go around him, but Ernest blocked her path again. He shut his eyes and pursed his lips, he could tell Daphne wasn't going to talk.
Instead of asking any more questions that wouldn't get answered, he took off his jacket and draped it over her head. " I'll walk you home, and you don't get to say no."
Eyes turned and murmurs sprouted as she walked towards the school entrance like she was a disgraced celebrity, Ernest sticking right behind her telling the people who took out their phone and started recording to stop.
Daphne ignored all the stares and harsh comments. People were always like that, believing and saying whatever they want. Her mother had been right about that. They wouldn't be like that if they were in her shoes.
Then she recognized the black car parked outside as she neared the school gate, her legs froze midstep, Ernest almost colliding into her.
What was he doing here?!
She wasn't letting him see her like this. Not today or ever.
Ernest noticed her reactions, asking her if anything was wrong. Daphne denied, reminding herself that Kendrick wouldn't recognize her with the Jacket covering her face.
Then someone yanked the clothing off. Daphne froze. She felt like she had been striped naked.
Murmurs hit the sky, and phone flashlights almost blinded her.
The door of the black car swung open instantly her cover was gone, a familiar tall figure stepping out. To her surprise, it wasn't Kendrick, it was Raymond.
Raymond marched towards, disbelief and anger flashing in his eyes. He took off his shirt immediately he closed in and covered her face again.
Ernest intervened, standing before Raymond as he grabbed Daphne wrist, shielding him away from her.
"Who are you." Ernest asked, throwing his hand off.
" He's a friend," Daphne answered behind him, stepping forward. " Thanks for helping."
Then she faced Raymond, "please get me out of here."