Claimed By My Best Friend's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Katherine's Pov She wrapped her arm securely around my waist, letting me lean my shaking weight against her side. I lowered my head, my long hair falling forward like a shield to cover my tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes. But the moment Brittany unlocked the ladies' room door and pushed it open, the nightmare got worse. The hallway wasn't empty. A large bunch of students had already gathered outside in the corridor, crowded around the entrance like vultures waiting for a carcass. The moment the door clicked open, a suffocating silence fell over them, followed immediately by a wave of loud murmurs. "Look at her," someone whispered loudly. "Is that really her from the video?" another voice snickered. “Wow. She looks so innocent, who would have guessed.” “She's the smartest student in the class. But deep down, she's just a whore.” “I wonder how many guys she has slept with.” Phones were pulled out. People were nudging each other, pointing their fingers directly at

Katherine's Pov "I was so desperate to protect you, even after what you did to me at the ring shop yesterday. I was so willing to protect the memory of the boy I loved," I continued, my voice cracking under the sheer weight of the emotional pain. "But standing here right now, listening to you lie straight to my face... listening to you blame my best friend while you try to act like a hero... I can't believe just how incredibly stupid I was." Damon's face went completely pale, "Kathy, listen to me…" he started, taking a step forward, his hand reaching out. "Don't touch me, Damon. Don't you dare touch me.” I glared at him, “How could I have been so blind to like someone like you?! How could I have let you deceive me into having sex with you?!” I yelled, beating my chest in regret. Brittany stepped towards me, panic in her eyes. “Katherine, don't say this. You're going to…” “It doesn't matter anymore, does it?! After all, everyone here now thinks of me as someone who sleeps aroun

Katherine's Pov “It was Hailey.” The words fell out of my mouth. My voice didn't even sound like mine anymore. It was a hollow, breathless whisper that seemed to echo through the empty garden. I shook my head slowly, my mind spinning into a completely new direction. My hands began to shake all over again, and I gripped the sides of my jeans just to keep myself steady. It didn't make any sense. “How?” I breathed out, staring at Damon’s frozen expression. “How was Hailey able to get those videos, Damon? Tell me. How did she get her hands on something like that?” Damon didn't answer. He couldn't even look me in the eye. He looked away, his jaw clenching tightly as he stared at the overgrown weeds by the science laboratory wall. “Answer me!” I stepped closer, my voice rising as the panic turned back into raw, suffocating confusion. “The only way she could have gotten those videos... the only way she even knew they existed... is if you showed them to her. Did you show her, Damo

Katherine's Pov I stumbled back, my sneakers scuffing against the dry dirt. I stared at his back, then looked slightly around his shoulder to see Hailey. She was hiding behind him, her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly, burying her face into his shoulder while letting out small, delicate sobs. But over his shoulder, for just a fraction of a second, her eyes met mine. There were no tears of fear in her eyes. None. It was filled with mockery. She was silently laughing at me, enjoying the fact that she could pull Damon’s strings like a puppet with just a few fake tears. “Damon, please tell her to stop looking at me like that,” Hailey cried out, her voice muffled against his chest, sounding completely broken and pitiful. “I only came here because I felt bad for her... I thought maybe if I explained that we just wanted her to learn a lesson for being so violent, she would understand. But she’s just so full of hate. I didn't mean to make things worse, babe. I’m sorry. I’m

Katherine's Pov “I want to go back to the dorm.” I said, my voice quiet and flat. Brittany stopped talking. She searched my dull, empty eyes for a long moment, she was probably seeing the exhaustion deep within them. The furiousness in her own expression softened as she squeezed my hand tightly. “Okay,” Brittany said softly, nodding her head firmly as she adjusted her torn strap. “Okay, sweetie. Let’s leave. Let’s get the hell out of here.” She wrapped her arm securely around my waist, anchoring me to her side, and guided me away from the faculty area. We took the longest, most isolated route back, avoiding the main campus entirely. I kept my head down, staring at the ground, refusing to look around to see if anyone was watching us despite me feeling a lot of eyes on us, on me. The walk felt like an eternity, but finally, we reached our room. The moment Brittany clicked the door shut behind us and locked it, the heavy, suffocating weight of the outside world felt a tiny bit ligh