NovelEnglishAbbie and Mia were momentarily stunned by Briar’s sudden outburst, but they quickly sprang into action,
rushing to help Lydia, who was clearly in pain and barely able to stand. “Lydia, you okay?” they asked, voices
thick with worry.
“Briar, how could you lay hands on her? That's so low!” Abbie snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at Briar.
“We were trying to talk to you like civilized people. You brush us off and start throwing punches the second you
don’t like what you hear? Seriously, how could you be so rude?” Mia piled on, her tone sharp with indignation.
“My back hurts so bad,” Lydia whimpered, tears streaming down her face. She wasn't faking it-Briar’s shove had
left her rattled, her back throbbing like it was already bruising.
She thought to herself, ‘Is this Briar even a woman? What kind of girl hits that hard?’
“Let’s take a look,” Abbie said, lifting Lydia’s shirt with Mia to check her back. Then, they gasped in unison.
“Oh my, your whole back’s red, and it’s turning purple in spots!” Abbie exclaimed, wide-eyed.
“This is serious! You need to go to the infirmary right now. What if something's seriously hurt?” Mia added, her
voice urgent.
“I'm reporting this,” Lydia said through clenched teeth, pointing at Briar in fury. “You think you can cin here,
start fights, and walk away? I'm going to tell our advisor. You've crossed the line!”
Briar stood there, arms crossed, watching their melotic performance with a mix of amusement and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdisdain. When Lydia threatened to tattle, she shrugged. “Go for it. Take it straight to Mr. Goodwin. Maybe he'll
kickout on the spot.”
She wasn’t scared of trouble or of escalating it. These girls had cat her with their petty games, and Briar
wasn’t about to let small-tscheming run her out of a place like Shoneport University.
“You...you'll regret this!” Lydia sputtered.
The tcould only glare and bluster. They didn’t dare lay hands on her again-resorting to a catfight would only
bring them down to her “level,” and they had too much pride for that. So they turned, helping Lydia limp away
toward the infirmary, plotting their next move.
Briar watched them hobble off, leaning on each other like they'd survived a war. She smirked, shaking her head.
“Pathetic.”
It was lunch break, and the dorm door had been wide open the whole time. The noise had drawn attention, but
no one dared get too close.
As Lydia was tically escorted out, sobbing, a few nosy students lingered near Room 2015, peeking inside.
They quickly spotted Briar- the star of today’s forum gossip-standing alone.
Briar had no interest in sticking around to be gawked at like szoo exhibit. She locked the dorm door with a
scowl and strode out, ignoring the whispers trailing behind her.
With tto kill before afternoon classes, she didn’t head back to the lab. Instead, she slung her backpack over
her shoulder and made her way to the campus gates, bound for her place at Moonspring Estate. A quick nap
sounded like the perfect way to shake off the morning's
nonsense.
However, she'd barely drifted off for half an hour when her phone buzzed insistently.
The screen flashed an unknown number. Groggy and annoyed, Briar silenced it without a second thought.
To her surprise, the caller was relentless, ringing again and again. By the fourth call, Briar’'s patience was gone.
She answered with a growl, “Hello? Who is this? You better have a good reason for this.”
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Her sharp tone threw the caller off, and after a brief pause, a sweet, hesitant voice responded.
“Um, hello? Is this Ms. Briar Jennings from Shoneport University?”
Briar could tell her harsh greeting had rattled the girl. She shut her eyes, tamping down her irritation from being
woken up. “Yeah, it’s me. Who are you, and what's this about?”
She didn’t give out her number to many people, and the fact that the caller knew she was a Shoneport student
suggested it was university
related.
The morning's flashed through her mind, reigniting her frustration.
“I'm Arlene Moran, your advisor from the Medical Department,” the girl said, choosing her words carefully. “I've
had reports about a conflict in Room 2015 this afternoon. Someone was injured. Could you cto my office to
explain what happened?”
It was clear they'd tried finding her on campus and failed to reach her, so they just called her again and again.
Briar clenched her jaw, muttering under her breath, “This is such a hassle.”
“I'm sorry, what was that?” Arlene asked, not catching her words.
Briar’s sleepiness had been chased away by annoyance. “Fine, givetwenty minutes. I'm still at home.”
“Great, thank you. Just head to the infirmary when you get here,” Arlene said, sounding relieved before hanging
up.
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