Chapter 3

The bell rang, but nobody moved.
Lila stood there, sobbing now, the mark on her cheek bright and shameful.
I straightened my uniform, smoothed my hair where she’d pulled it, and looked at her.
"You didn't need to be afraid of me," I said calmly. "I never spoke a word to your boyfriend. Not once."
I turned to leave.
"Wait," she called out, voice small. "Please… don't let everyone hate me."
I stopped. Looked back.
"I didn't slap you because I hate you," I said. "I slapped you because you were hurting me. And I won't let anyone humiliate me to make themselves feel powerful."
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I stepped closer.
"You wanted respect, Lila. But you can't steal it. You can't fake it. And you certainly can't drag someone down to get it."