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Chapter thirty two

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Derek's POV

I watched as the parking lot emptied out. Students ran towards the gates as if their lives depended on it, laughing and screaming at one another.

Lydia came out of the building. Her eyes was swollen like she had been crying and her usually pink lips looked pale. I saw how she tightened her grip on the books in her hands and how she flinched whenever someone walked past her.

Emily walked behind her with her head held up high and Chloe and Alexa bringing up the rear like loyal soldiers.

I clenched my teeth in anger. They don't even try to hide that they're using Lydia anymore. Lydia was carrying Chloe's gym bag, Alexa's schoolbooks, and Emily's annoying designer bag. All at once. Like a damn luggage carrier.

And nobody seem to care. Nobody. They all stared at her without utter a word. The rumor that Emily has the whole school in her palm all made sense now.

 

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