Chapter 8

Claudia's POV

Once again, my bag was thrown into the sink in the first-floor hall. The girls had taken extra "care" of me for the past two days, seemingly on instructions from Fiona. And I had to run downstairs to pick up my bag. When Isaac approached me, I froze, with a hint of nervousness. What I didn't expect was that he didn't even look at me and walked right past me.

I wasn't expecting him to help me out. As per usual, he would fold his arms over his chest and lean against the wall watching my embarrassing scene of being bullied with a mocking but pretty smile on his face or a couple of harsh words. But today he walked straight past me like he didn't see me, not giving me a single look.

By the time I had fished up everything that had fallen in the sink, the bell had rung. I hurried to the classroom, where the teacher looked at me with a disgruntled look on her face and a roar of laughter came from the classroom. And I subconsciously looked at Isaac, who was just