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Samson’s face twisted with confusion. “Is the Gibson family brain-dead or what? You’re their actual daughter. Why are they treating you like this?”
He changed tone mid-sentence, curiosity taking over. “So how’d you get out?”
Abigail answered calmly, “I broke the door down.”
Samson burst out laughing and gave her a thumbs-up. “That’s badass. I like it.”
After the exam, Abigail came out rubbing her shoulder. It had been way too long since she’d written anything – her shoulder felt frozen.
She looked around the street but didn’t see any sign of Samson. No telling where that guy had gone off to.
“Abigail, you really sneaked out…” Daniella looked at her, hesitant.
She’d come with friends to wait outside the exam hall and never expected to see Abigail walk out of it. No matter how hard she tried, Abigail still made it in.
The girl beside Daniella sneered as she looked Abigail up and down. “Daniella, is this your hick sister from the countryside?”
Abigail’s eyes turned sharp as knives, locking on the speaker. The force in her stare made the girl instinctively shrink back.
Abigail rolled her eyes. “Did I eat your rice or something? Mind your own damn business.”
The girl was so startled by Abigail’s presence that she couldn’t come up with a response.
Seeing the tension, Daniella stepped forward with a pitiful look. “Don’t be mad,
Abigail. Xandra’s just a little blunt. She didn’t mean anything by it. How about I apologize for her?”
Xandra Zane immediately stepped in front of Daniella like a bodyguard. “Abigail, don’t go too far. If you’ve got a problem, take it out on me. Stop bullying Daniella all the time.”
The others jumped in too, all accusing Abigail of picking on her.
While they were yelling, Daniella started crying, pretending to stop them and even saying a few fake nice things in Abigail’s defense – just enough to get them riled up even more.
Abigail stood there, face unreadable. She sometimes had to hand it to Daniella – the girl really had a gift for getting everyone to fight her battles while staying tucked away in the background playing the role of the sweet little angel.
But Abigail wasn’t exactly the type to sit back and take it.
“Shut up, all of you!” she snapped, her voice slicing through the noise like a whip.
The crowd went dead silent.
Abigail’s gaze cut through the people and locked right onto Daniella. Her eyes were sharp enough to pierce skin. “Daniella, with acting skills like that, why aren’t you in Hollywood? All that crying – your whole performance – it’s just to stir them up against me. Doesn’t matter if they curse me out or swing at me. At the end of the day, they’re the ones who look bad. And you? You’re still the perfect, sweet little Daniella.”
Daniella’s face went white, panic flashing in her eyes. She tried to play it cool. “Abigail, I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Abigail waved her off and turned to the others instead. “She doesn’t get it, that’s fine. As long as you do. Don’t be idiots – don’t let yourselves be used as her pawns.”
A few of the girls around Daniella started looking awkward.
It was true. Their own reputations at school were getting worse and worse, while Daniella’s image just kept shining brighter like she was some kind of princess.
Daniella grew desperate. “Don’t listen to her! I’ve always treated you all like friends!”
Abigail let out a short laugh. “Oh really? Have you ever stood up for any of them? Ever taken heat for someone else?”
Their expressions soured even more. The girl who had first stood in front of Daniella quietly stepped aside. “I’ve got stuff to do. I’m heading out.”
The rest followed her lead, each finding an excuse to slip away. In no time, Daniella was left standing there all by herself.
She froze for a moment, then suddenly covered her face and ran off crying.
Clap clap clap!
A girl stepped out of the watching crowd. “That was awesome.”
She looked about Abigail’s age, dressed in a cool, edgy style, and came right up to throw an arm around Abigail’s shoulder. “I can’t stand girls who cry all the time just to get sympathy. But you – I like your vibe. I’m Jill Besnard. Wanna be friends?”
Abigail glanced at the cheerful girl, and the corners of her mouth lifted. “I’m Abigail Gibson. Same last name as Daniella. You still wanna be friends?”
Jill waved it off like it meant nothing, flashing a bright, genuine grin. “Please. I like you. Who cares what your last name is? After the way you shut Daniella down back there, there’s no way I’m not being your friend.”
She scrunched her nose at the mention of Daniella. “Ugh, that girl drives me nuts. Always putting on that pitiful act to get people on her side. You finally gave her a taste of her own medicine. Anyway, were you here to take the test or waiting for someone?”
“Test. You?”
“Waiting,” Jill said as she craned her neck toward the exam hall, grumbling, “Why is this guy always so slow?”
Just then, a white figure appeared in the crowd. Jill’s eyes lit up and she waved excitedly, shouting, “Cameron! Over here!”
The boy in white turned toward the sound of the call. As soon as he spotted Jill, his face lit up with a gentle smile, and he walked over at a calm, steady pace.
He carried himself with quiet confidence, his features clean and attractive, his eyes full of a soft, almost unplaceable warmth.
When he reached them, Cameron looked politely toward Abigail, a question in his gaze. Jill beamed proudly as she made the introductions. “This is my awesome new friend, Abigail Gibson. Abigail, this is Cameron Clark – he and I grew up together.”
Cameron gave a warm smile and nodded to Abigail. His voice was smooth and gentle. “Hi, Abigail.”
Abigail smiled back. “Hi.”
“Oh come on, enough with the polite hellos already. Let’s go celebrate or something,” Jill said, already tugging Abigail along.
“Wait…” Abigail suddenly remembered Samson, who’d vanished who knows where.
“Abigail.” Speak of the devil – Samson came walking up at that exact moment.
“Uncle Samson?” Jill immediately straightened up at the sight of him.
Samson looked surprised to see her, then chuckled. “Jill? What are you doing here?”
“I was waiting for Cameron,” she answered honestly.
Cameron nodded and smiled politely at Samson. “Mr. Samson. I just got back to the country. I missed the original entrance exam for Stonebridge, so I’m taking the special one today.”
Samson raised a brow at the formal greeting, then said, “With your ability, you’ll have no problem passing.”
Cameron gave a modest smile.
