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But it was too late. Matilda Knight had clearly never been spoken to like that in her life. She trembled violently, her face contorting in pain. She clutched her chest as her knees gave out. Ruby lunged forward, catching her before she hit the ground. Grandma, what's wrong? Please stay with me. Matilda gasped for air, unable to form a single word. Ruby frantically tore open Matilda's coat and dug out the nitroglycerin bottle. But when she twisted off the cap, her stomach dropped.

“I don’t want to do homework!” Matilda, having lost the coin toss, and therefore having had to be the one to sneak into the men’s bathroom and buy the rubbers, also won the coin toss, in a sense. She got to go first. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped packet, with neon blue letters on it. “You know what that is, Chuck?” she asked, with a gleam in her eye. He looked, and then swallowed. “Yes,” he whispered. “Do you still want to leave?”

Matilda was on birth control pills so I didn't have to bother about pregnancy. "Oh fuck, I needed this after today's bore," she said, trying to catch her breath. I laid down beside her, my breath coming in short rasps. "You saw her, didn't you?" I asked, running my fingers slowly over her thighs. "Yeah, I don't like her. She seems fragile but I just don't like the aura that she exudes" Matilda turned to meet my gaze. "Well, I think it's time to get dressed. It'll start raining soon" Matilda said, standing up and dusting her body. She brought out a chiffon dress from the branch of a tree.

Matilda had won the race by the narrowest of margins. Revenge had been quick in coming as Bree targeted Matilda's biggest weakness, her ego. Not exactly blessed by the boob fairy, the then brunette was always sensitive about the size of her breasts. So much so that she had taken to stuffing her bra at an early age. She was hardly the only girl to do so, but few took it to the extremes that she did. There was hardly a girl who shared a locker room with her that didn't know she was barely a B cup, much less the C she presented to the world. What Bree did was arrange a little demonstration that shared that information with the rest of the student body.

"He raised his voice at me and I got upset. But I'm never leaving him for anything. Never." "I'm glad to hear that." Matilda said. "I'll leave you to have your breakfast now. And don't worry, everything you told me is safe with me." "I know that." Aurora smiled. "Thank you Matilda." Matilda bowed slightly and stepped out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Immediately she was gone, Aurora lunged for the brown envelope and tore into it eagerly. There was a folded paper within and she snatched it out, unfolding it quickly.

Another door was in the room which I'm guessing it's the bathroom. “I’m here to perform a physical examination.” Matilda said. “I won't allow that,” I blurted out with annoyance. She raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re in no position to negotiate, girl. Now strip.” My hands balled into fists at my sides, but I complied, removing the tattered remains of my clothes that were worn out from running around in the forest the night before. Matilda’s eyes swept over my body, her gaze diligently looking all over my body like she was looking for something

Huh? I opened my mouth to speak. She cut me off immediately. "I'm still talking" Ha! Interesting. This one had guts. "My name's Matilda Monroe" she continued, voice rising. "And you don't get to stand here and act all innocent and clueless, like you don't know exactly what you did" Monroe. The name clicked. So this was the infamous Matilda Monroe. She's as daring as Kutcher described. She wasn't dressed like a kindergarten teacher though. She looked daring in a black jumper and cargo boots. Like she was ready for war. Ready for me.

He had underestimated her. Liam exhaled sharply. “I’ll handle it.” And so, he summoned Matilda. She arrived with a carefully composed expression of sorrow, draped in a soft, flowing dress that made her look delicate, almost ethereal. But her eyes gleamed with malicious triumph. “You wanted to see me, Liam?” she asked softly, as though she hadn’t been expecting this. Liam wasted no time. “Why are you spreading these lies?” Matilda gasped, placing a trembling hand over her chest. “Lies? You think I would lie about losing our child?”

Matilda woke up with a pounding headache. She looked around and found herself in a place that looked like a stone bridge. Where am I? she wondered. Where is this place? It looks strange. The dress Matilda was putting on looked strange to her. She looked down at it. It was green, with a cinched waistline and it billowed out till it reached her ankles. It had lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem. Even the footwear looked our of place. It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees.

“Let’s hope John and Mathew got the correct algae. If its not, you only have a reopened wound and not an infection.” Mathilda poured the assumingly contaminated water on Michael leg, and she was preventing the algae from escaping too by using the lid of the jar. Michael winced again. Even the water hurt him. To made use of myself, I made sure to dry out the water that splashed away from his leg. But I stopped as running footsteps reverberated on the hall. Mathilda’s hands were fast as she put everything back on the kit including the emptied jar and the bloodied suture scissors, and then handed the cloth to his hands. “Put pressure now.” She directed. He did right away.