Reborn To Ruin Her Rivals - Chapter 38: Chapter 38
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Meredith feigned alarm. "Are you serious? Arielle hits people? No way!"
"Dead serious! It's all over school! The ones she beat up are all in the principal's office demanding justice!" someone answered.
Meredith trembled, eyes welling up. "How could she? Does she think everyone's as easy to bully as me…" She trailed off, biting her lip.
All of her classmates gasped. "Meredith, did Arielle give you that forehead injury?!"
Meredith shook her head urgently, feigning panic. "No, no! It was an accident, I swear—"
Her denial only convinced them more. "Meredith, with your gentle nature, of course she'd bully you! She's a vicious sister, stop defending her!"
Perla slung an arm around Meredith. All her lingering anger from feeling deceived earlier vanished, replaced by pity for Meredith's sufferings in the Bradfords.
Mya, hearing her words, chimed in angrily, "We've seen her cruelty firsthand. You think violence is a line she wouldn't cross?"
"Just kick back and enjoy the drama. Those families are all top dogs—they'll make her pay. Consider it payback for us." Perla said, tightening her fist.
The memory of Arielle dumping leftovers on her at Ogilvy still made Perla seethe. 'Let them lock Arielle away. Once she's in jail, I'll make sure she suffers.'
Two hours later, with Arielle's parents still absent, teachers rushed the injured to the hospital. Doctors were now cleaning and bandaging wounds.
John watched, his headache intensifying. 'I'm breaking down. Why me? Why did all the walking nightmares have to be stuck with me?'
The outpatient clinics echoed with groans and whimpers.
"Oww! Easy, doc!" someone screamed.
"Got any anesthetic? This hurts like hell!" another echoed.
"Gonna need stitches. Hang tight, I'll numb it up first," the doctor answered.
"Am I gonna be messed up looking? Waaah!" someone else claimed in.
"Nah, the wound's on your arm, not your face. Chill—my stitches are clean. Hardly gonna see a scar, promise," said the doctor soothingly.
Three doctors worked steadily – disinfecting, applying ointment, and stitching. An hour later, it was done.
Some had gauze wrapped around their heads, some had bruised faces, some had wrapped arms, and some had braced legs.
John let out a long sigh. "Thank God, nothing life-threatening."
School leaders, informed immediately, dispatched senior officials to the hospital. They arrived just as the students were being discharged.
After much placating from the officials, the furious parents reluctantly agreed to leave for the moment, trusting the school to handle it.
Once they left, Olivia and the others huddled up and privately agreed they wouldn't let Arielle off the hook. So they decided to handle things in their way.
After all, with the Bradford family's status in Theoria, there was a great chance the whole thing would fizzle out when their parents got involved.
Someone proposed meeting Arielle somewhere private to "settle things." And "settle" definitely meant making her pay.
Sophia hesitated. "But we already got our asses kicked by her. What if we end up getting messed up again?"
Olivia, leader of the Peterborough Four, scoffed at weakness. "Afraid? She ambushed us! With numbers on our side, we'll teach her a lesson."
Rachel added, "Chill it, Sophia. I'll hit up some street thugs to take care of her. This shit's gotta be avenged, no cap."
Liam stood up for the boys. "Damn it! First time getting beaten by a girl? Hell no. I'm in. Keep this quiet—no parents.
"Yeah, Arielle's the Bradfords' recently reunited kid, but her background's still a damn mystery. Who's with me to take this chick down?"
"I'm in!" someone said.
"Count me in!" another echoed.
No one objected. All agreed Arielle needed to be dealt with. Sophia, seeing no alternative, reluctantly nodded.
John watched the group whispering intently and felt a chill. 'This can't be good.'
Wiping sweat from his brow, he glanced at the stern-faced officials beside him and decided to keep silent. They boarded the school bus back to campus.
Officials spent the ride soothing the students' emotions while promising a resolution. They would summon Arielle's parents for a formal meeting the next day.
The mention of parents brought instant, panicked protests from these students.
Liam said, "Sir, we're all good here. My dad just left; he's crazy busy. No need to call him. Just some dumb classmate frolics, nothing to sweat."
"Yeah, my parents are swamped. No time for this," agreed Rachel.
Olivia added, "My mom barely made it today. We're not even badly hurt, so why drag her back?"
"Just minor cuts. Honestly, sir, no big deal. No need to bother our parents again," Emma said.
Silence. They'd prepared a whole slew of reassuring words, but the kids were being unusually forgiving. 'After everything, they asked for nothing?' they mused.
The officials thought, 'Was there more to the story? Did they provoke her and are now afraid of getting in trouble if the truth comes out?'
While John mused, 'This is odd. These kids usually scream bloody murder at the slightest scratch. Today, they get pummeled and suddenly turn into saints?
'Something feels off, and I can't figure it out. But if they don't want to press it... better for me.'
Since the students insisted, John forced a smile and said, "Well, such a remarkable generosity. A good rest is all you—"
"Don't worry, Mr. Smith!" Liam cut him off loudly. "I just took a nasty fall. Totally my fault. No one to blame."
John was speechless. 'Didn't your parents already know what really happened?'
Two hours later, the injured students returned to class under the intense scrutiny of their peers. Whispers erupted instantly. Texts flew to friends in other classes.
By noon, the story had exploded schoolwide. Students whispered about Arielle's mysterious background—why would victims refuse justice?
Some students, overwhelmed, had already gone home early.
At lunch dismissal, Olivia blocked Arielle's path. "Front gate. Half an hour. We end this."
Arielle smirked. 'So that's their game. No wonder they were so quiet. It's gonna be interesting.'
"Fine by me," Arielle replied, raising an eyebrow, her expression a mix of excitement and gleeful anticipation.
Olivia bristled at Arielle's faint smile and challenging gaze. With an angry huff, she stomped off.
"Dead serious! It's all over school! The ones she beat up are all in the principal's office demanding justice!" someone answered.
Meredith trembled, eyes welling up. "How could she? Does she think everyone's as easy to bully as me…" She trailed off, biting her lip.
All of her classmates gasped. "Meredith, did Arielle give you that forehead injury?!"
Meredith shook her head urgently, feigning panic. "No, no! It was an accident, I swear—"
Her denial only convinced them more. "Meredith, with your gentle nature, of course she'd bully you! She's a vicious sister, stop defending her!"
Perla slung an arm around Meredith. All her lingering anger from feeling deceived earlier vanished, replaced by pity for Meredith's sufferings in the Bradfords.
Mya, hearing her words, chimed in angrily, "We've seen her cruelty firsthand. You think violence is a line she wouldn't cross?"
"Just kick back and enjoy the drama. Those families are all top dogs—they'll make her pay. Consider it payback for us." Perla said, tightening her fist.
The memory of Arielle dumping leftovers on her at Ogilvy still made Perla seethe. 'Let them lock Arielle away. Once she's in jail, I'll make sure she suffers.'
Two hours later, with Arielle's parents still absent, teachers rushed the injured to the hospital. Doctors were now cleaning and bandaging wounds.
John watched, his headache intensifying. 'I'm breaking down. Why me? Why did all the walking nightmares have to be stuck with me?'
The outpatient clinics echoed with groans and whimpers.
"Oww! Easy, doc!" someone screamed.
"Got any anesthetic? This hurts like hell!" another echoed.
"Gonna need stitches. Hang tight, I'll numb it up first," the doctor answered.
"Am I gonna be messed up looking? Waaah!" someone else claimed in.
"Nah, the wound's on your arm, not your face. Chill—my stitches are clean. Hardly gonna see a scar, promise," said the doctor soothingly.
Three doctors worked steadily – disinfecting, applying ointment, and stitching. An hour later, it was done.
Some had gauze wrapped around their heads, some had bruised faces, some had wrapped arms, and some had braced legs.
John let out a long sigh. "Thank God, nothing life-threatening."
School leaders, informed immediately, dispatched senior officials to the hospital. They arrived just as the students were being discharged.
After much placating from the officials, the furious parents reluctantly agreed to leave for the moment, trusting the school to handle it.
Once they left, Olivia and the others huddled up and privately agreed they wouldn't let Arielle off the hook. So they decided to handle things in their way.
After all, with the Bradford family's status in Theoria, there was a great chance the whole thing would fizzle out when their parents got involved.
Someone proposed meeting Arielle somewhere private to "settle things." And "settle" definitely meant making her pay.
Sophia hesitated. "But we already got our asses kicked by her. What if we end up getting messed up again?"
Olivia, leader of the Peterborough Four, scoffed at weakness. "Afraid? She ambushed us! With numbers on our side, we'll teach her a lesson."
Rachel added, "Chill it, Sophia. I'll hit up some street thugs to take care of her. This shit's gotta be avenged, no cap."
Liam stood up for the boys. "Damn it! First time getting beaten by a girl? Hell no. I'm in. Keep this quiet—no parents.
"Yeah, Arielle's the Bradfords' recently reunited kid, but her background's still a damn mystery. Who's with me to take this chick down?"
"I'm in!" someone said.
"Count me in!" another echoed.
No one objected. All agreed Arielle needed to be dealt with. Sophia, seeing no alternative, reluctantly nodded.
John watched the group whispering intently and felt a chill. 'This can't be good.'
Wiping sweat from his brow, he glanced at the stern-faced officials beside him and decided to keep silent. They boarded the school bus back to campus.
Officials spent the ride soothing the students' emotions while promising a resolution. They would summon Arielle's parents for a formal meeting the next day.
The mention of parents brought instant, panicked protests from these students.
Liam said, "Sir, we're all good here. My dad just left; he's crazy busy. No need to call him. Just some dumb classmate frolics, nothing to sweat."
"Yeah, my parents are swamped. No time for this," agreed Rachel.
Olivia added, "My mom barely made it today. We're not even badly hurt, so why drag her back?"
"Just minor cuts. Honestly, sir, no big deal. No need to bother our parents again," Emma said.
Silence. They'd prepared a whole slew of reassuring words, but the kids were being unusually forgiving. 'After everything, they asked for nothing?' they mused.
The officials thought, 'Was there more to the story? Did they provoke her and are now afraid of getting in trouble if the truth comes out?'
While John mused, 'This is odd. These kids usually scream bloody murder at the slightest scratch. Today, they get pummeled and suddenly turn into saints?
'Something feels off, and I can't figure it out. But if they don't want to press it... better for me.'
Since the students insisted, John forced a smile and said, "Well, such a remarkable generosity. A good rest is all you—"
"Don't worry, Mr. Smith!" Liam cut him off loudly. "I just took a nasty fall. Totally my fault. No one to blame."
John was speechless. 'Didn't your parents already know what really happened?'
Two hours later, the injured students returned to class under the intense scrutiny of their peers. Whispers erupted instantly. Texts flew to friends in other classes.
By noon, the story had exploded schoolwide. Students whispered about Arielle's mysterious background—why would victims refuse justice?
Some students, overwhelmed, had already gone home early.
At lunch dismissal, Olivia blocked Arielle's path. "Front gate. Half an hour. We end this."
Arielle smirked. 'So that's their game. No wonder they were so quiet. It's gonna be interesting.'
"Fine by me," Arielle replied, raising an eyebrow, her expression a mix of excitement and gleeful anticipation.
Olivia bristled at Arielle's faint smile and challenging gaze. With an angry huff, she stomped off.
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