Chapter 3

But before I could take five steps, Chloe and Megan dragged me from behind.

They covered my mouth, grabbed my hair, and pulled me into the girls' bathroom. The students in the hallway looked away, pretending they saw nothing.

Chloe slammed my head against the edge of a toilet bowl. I gasped for air in the cramped stall.

Chloe locked the main door. Megan pulled a rope and duct tape out of her bag and tied me up.

They shoved my head into the toilet and flushed it. The cold water made my brain go numb.

Megan burst out laughing. "Aren't you the Dean’s little pet? Call him to save you! Go on! Hahaha!"

Chloe had her fun, then pulled me up by my hair, tying me tightly to the toilet seat. "Who do you think you are? You think you're pretty? No, you're not. I'm the prettiest one here! Me!"

She slapped me across the face. My cheek burned.

I lay on the floor. Megan’s words echoed in my head: *The Dean’s little pet.* Did Vivian get that scholarship because of her looks? What did they do to her?

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my back.

I looked back. Megan was stomping her boot onto my spine. "Do you want to get up? Beg me!"

Seeing her smug face, I yanked my arms. The cheap rope snapped. I lunged forward and slammed my body into her.

She flew back and crashed onto the tiled floor, utterly shocked.

Chloe froze, too. She didn't expect "Vivian" to fight back. She lunged forward, raising her hand to hit me again.

I dodged easily. She hit empty air.

"You bitch! You dare dodge me?!"

They both glared at me, closing in slowly. I grabbed a dirty mop resting by the corner, dripping with toilet water.

Chloe took a step back. Megan stopped in her tracks.

"You better not... otherwise, I will make your life hell!" Megan threatened, her eyes wild.

But I wasn't the sweet Vivian. I swung the wet, filthy mop right into Chloe's face. She screamed bloody murder. Megan shrieked in terror.

I kept swinging until they both bolted out of the bathroom, crying. I finally put the mop down.