Their Queen's Back - Chapter 48: Chapter 48

"I didn't write this. I was just helping..."
Emily was about to blurt out Megan's name when she suddenly remembered—"I promised to keep it secret!"
"I can't betray my friend."
One of the girls from Class 1 sneered, "Not yours? Emily, we thought you were just bad at studying, but turns out you're morally rotten too! Alex would never like someone like you—get that through your thick skull!"
"Me—" Emily stammered helplessly, unable to defend herself. Just then, Alex finished packing up his books and stood up from his seat.
"Sorry, but this is a crucial time and we should focus on our studies. I can't accept this letter—please return it."
Watching Alex walk away, Emily clutched the envelope tightly and turned to leave the classroom.
Emily thought to herself, "I messed things up. I'm so sorry, Mag."
One of the girls from Class 1 sneered, "Hey Emily, since you claim you didn't write this letter, why don't you open it up and show us what's inside? That should clear your name."
Emily shot them a furious look and snapped, "Back off, all of you!"
"Emily! How shameless can you be? Daring to write a love letter to Alex! Seriously, know your place—do you really think someone like you deserves him? Alex and Claire are meant to be together, not you."
Another girl from Class 1 scoffed, "Ugh, I don't even want to say it. She's just a bottom-tier student, yet she's dreaming of being with Alex. How did her parents even raise her?"
"Emily, if I were you, I'd have packed up and left this school already. Unlike you—shameless enough to keep showing your face around here."
"Shut up, all of you! I've told you already—I didn't write this letter, I was just passing it along!"
Emily clenched the letter so tightly her knuckles turned white, her eyes blazing with fury.
Then tell us—who exactly were you delivering this for?
One of the girls from Class 1 sneered, "Spit it out and we'll let you go. Seriously, you're just Class 10's bottom-tier student—did you really think you could just waltz into our elite Class 1 that easily?"
Emily clenched her fists, her peach blossom eyes flashing dangerously—in that moment, she was like a deceptively cute wildcat, claws bared and ready to pounce.
Emily glared at them, her patience finally snapping. "What the hell do you want from me? Back off now, or I swear I won't hold back!"
"Emily, we're not moving. What exactly can you do about it? This is Class 1 territory—you barged in here on your own. Want us to tell the teacher? Just wait and see what happens to you!"
One of the girls sneered, "Ugh, I heard she's totally gross. We should all just stay away—I don't want to catch anything from her."
"Right, right!" a few of the girls chimed in.
"What's going on?" Claire's gentle voice cut through the room as she walked in, arms laden with books. But when she saw Emily, a flicker of disdain crossed her eyes.
Claire Quinn set her book down gracefully and fixed Emily with a cool, authoritative gaze. "What's going on here? Emily, you're not from Class 1. What are you doing in our classroom? Get out. Now."
One of the girls scoffed, "Claire, you can't just let her walk out that easily! Do you know what she just did? She actually wrote a love letter to Alex!"
One of the girls from Class 1 sneered, "Seriously, I've never seen anyone so shameless! She actually thinks she stands a chance with our top student, Alex? A bottom-tier student like her—she probably can't even spell her own name—and she dares to write a love letter? What a joke!"
One of the girls from Class 1 scoffed, "Seriously? She's still making excuses, insisting she didn't write the love letter. If it wasn't her, then who did?"
Claire sighed in exasperation and said, "Emily, with just a few months left before the SAT, shouldn't we all be focusing on our studies? As the lowest-ranked student in the whole school who even hands in blank exams, are you trying to drag Alex down with you?"
"It wasn't me! I told you—this love letter isn't mine!" Emily shouted, her voice cracking with frustration.
Claire looked at her, thoroughly disappointed in this bottom-tier student. "Even now, you're still denying it? If you really didn't write the letter, then open it and show us whose name is on the envelope. If it's truly not you, I'll apologize and let you leave Class 1 without any trouble."
Emily's fingers tightened around the envelope—this secret must never get out.
"Back off! This is none of your damn business!" Emily snapped, turning to leave.
Out of nowhere, a pair of hands snatched the love letter from her grasp.
Before she could react, it was torn open.
"Give it back! You bunch of jerks!"
Seething with rage, Emily tried to snatch the letter back, but the girls from Class 1 blocked her path.
One of the girls from Class 1 sneered as she waved the letter. "Everyone, look! Emily is still stubbornly denying it! See? His name is right here. Now, let me read it out loud for all of you!"
One of the girls from Class 1 read aloud in a mocking tone, "Classmate, I really like you. I fell head over heels for you the moment I saw you. I know there are new obsticals between us that can't be crossed—" She burst out laughing. "She can't even spell 'obstacles' right! And for 'cross'? She actually wrote 'Kua Yue'! Hahaha, everyone, come check this out!"
Emily had never been humiliated like this before. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly launched herself at the ringleader—the girl who was laughing mockingly at her—and landed a powerful punch.
"Ah! She's hitting someone! Quick, get the teacher!" one of the girls from Class 1 shrieked.
"Emily! Are you crazy? How dare you hit someone! This is unbelievable!"
"I'll kill you bitches!" Emily snarled, yanking and pulling at them with vicious force.
Claire hadn't expected things to get this out of hand. Her voice turned icy as she snapped, "Stop it, Emily! This isn't the place for your tantrums—the teacher will be here any second."
Emily finally snapped. Without another word, she swung her arm and slapped Claire hard across the face.
"If she hadn't run her mouth, things wouldn't have gotten this bad," Emily fumed inwardly.
All she wanted was to help her friend deliver a letter. They forced her into this!
Claire was stunned for a moment by the slap, a bright red handprint appearing across her cheek. The stinging pain made her snap, unleashing a surge of uncontrollable rage.
Every shred of dignity forgotten, Claire was consumed by a red-hot rage.
Claire shouted, "Emily, you fucking bitch! How dare you hit me? I'll beat you to a pulp!"
With that, she lunged at Emily, and the two girls tumbled to the ground, grabbing at each other's hair and clawing furiously.
Emily shoved Claire aside with force, sending her tumbling between the seats where she got stuck and couldn't get out.
Emily specifically targeted the girls who had mocked her, making sure each one got a taste of her fury. By the time some students fetched the teacher, every one of them had visible injuries on their faces.
Some girls couldn't hold back anymore and broke down sobbing from the pain.
Emily's face twisted with fury, her jaw clenched tight—like a cornered wildcat ready to strike.
Megan rushed over, reaching out anxiously. "Emily! Emily, are you okay? Oh my god, your face—you're hurt! What should we do?"
Megan shot Emily a worried glance, trying to seize the chance to take back the envelope from her hand. But before she could, the Class 1 homeroom teacher stormed over, blocking their way with a fierce glare. "Hand over the envelope. Now!"
Emily hesitated, unwilling to hand it over, but in the next instant, the teacher snatched it right out of her hand. "Everyone, to the principal's office—now!"
Emily followed them, and Megan anxiously grabbed her arm. "Emily," Megan said, "did I get you into trouble? Maybe I should go talk to the teacher instead. I'll explain everything—it's all my fault, not yours."
Emily knew Megan's family situation was tough—her parents had sky-high expectations, and even the smallest mistake would earn her a harsh scolding.
Emily gently patted Mag on the shoulder. "Mag, don't worry. I won't say you wrote it. I messed up—it's my fault. If you really took the blame for me, I'd be the one who couldn't live with myself."
She let her friend down—she hadn't completed the task as expected.
"I can't let Mag take the fall for this," she thought.
Emily takes full responsibility for her actions.
"Explain yourself! Why were you fighting?"
"Teacher, it was Emily who started it! We were just minding our own business when she suddenly lunged at us and started hitting us. Teacher, it hurts so much!"
Exactly, Teacher! We just happened to catch her giving Alex a love letter, and then she went crazy and attacked us! Look—she even scratched my neck raw!
Claire kindly tried to talk some sense into her, but not only did Emily refuse to listen, she even slapped Claire right across the face!
Just then, Claire stormed back into the room, fuming with rage. "Emily! Have you lost your mind? How dare you hit me!"
The Class 1 homeroom teacher snapped furiously, "Emily! First you neglect your studies, now you're caught up in puppy love and even hitting your classmates? This is unacceptable! I need your parents here—right now!"
The Class 1 homeroom teacher snapped at Claire, "Go fetch the Class 10 homeroom teacher immediately."
Skye simply replied, "Yes."
Emily clenched her fists stubbornly and snapped, "I'm not calling my parents! They started it—those girls talked about me first. That's why I hit them. They had it coming!"
The Class 1 homeroom teacher slammed her palm down on the desk with a resounding smack. Glaring at Emily, she snapped, "Emily, you're utterly incorrigible! Now you even dare to defy your teacher? You have no say in this!"
Emily clenched her jaw stubbornly, refusing to say a word.
The Class 10 homeroom teacher rushed in breathlessly. "What happened? What's going on here?"
The Class 1 homeroom teacher was livid. "Look at this, just look at this! This is the student from your class? How have you been disciplining her, Susan? Not only are her grades abysmal, but today she barged into Class 1 and made a scene—writing love letters to my student and even assaulting my students! This isn't over. You must call her parents and notify the principal. This student is utterly lawless, defiant, and unruly. Tell me, does she look like a student to you?"
Susan, the Class 10 homeroom teacher, shielded Emily behind her. "Yes, Emily, you did cross the line today—resorting to violence is never acceptable. But there must be reasons behind this. Tell us, how did the argument start? Why did you choose to hit someone?"
Emily looked up at the teacher, biting her lip before saying firmly, "They were the ones who started talking about me first. I was the one who hit them. I'll take responsibility for my actions—there's no need to call my parents. I'll face whatever consequences come my way."
The Class 1 homeroom teacher nearly burst into derisive laughter at her words.
"You? Take responsibility? What a pipe dream!" the homeroom teacher scoffed. "I haven't seen a single redeeming quality in you—just arrogance and delusions of grandeur. What could you possibly take responsibility for, Emily? Let me be clear: not expelling you today is already an act of mercy. Now, everyone wait here—the principal will be here any minute."
Susan, the homeroom teacher, demanded sternly, "What exactly did you say to my student? Why did she hit you?"
The girls who had been hit stammered nervously for a moment before selectively recounting how Emily had attacked them, carefully leaving out anything that might make themselves look bad.
"Emily, I'm going to contact your parents. This matter will be handled by all parties' parents."
Susan rubbed her temples, a headache forming.
Jessica rushed to school the moment she got the call.
Susan, the homeroom teacher, felt a sinking dread whenever she thought of Emily's sister, Jessica. With such a negative role model, how could the child not be affected?
Still, she decided to contact Emily's parents.
"Hello? Is this Mr. Richard? I'm Emily's teacher. About your daughter..."
Richard hung up the phone and glanced at the door—Linda still wasn't back. With a sigh, he picked up his phone again and called Skye.
Lauren answered the call. The moment she heard Emily was in trouble at school, she didn't dare waste a second—she immediately reported it to Skye.
"Let's go check it out then," Skye said decisively.
Skye simply replied, "Yes."
Jessica rushed to the principal's office ahead of everyone else. The moment she spotted Emily, she swept across the room and pulled her into a tight, protective hug. "Who was it?" she demanded fiercely. "Who dared hurt my sister?"
"So, you're her older sister?" the teacher said sternly. "Let me make this clear—this is a very serious matter. Your sister not only beat up my students, but she's also involved in an inappropriate relationship. Worst of all, she refuses to apologize. I have serious concerns about her attitude issues."
Jessica snorted coldly. "Are you even listening to yourself? You're the one with the attitude problem here. My sister would never hit anyone for no reason—those girls got exactly what they deserved. Just look at her face—she's the one who's hurt! I should be blaming all of you for ganging up on her. I'm calling the police to report you for school bullying—let's see how you like that!"
You—you! What kind of parent are you? Your child's mistake is plain as day, and yet you still—
"Don't be scared, Emily," Jessica said firmly. "Your big sister knows it's all their fault. We won't be apologizing to anyone."
Susan, the Class 10 homeroom teacher, rubbed her temples in frustration. Honestly, this parent was just impossible.
"How dare you speak like that! It was your sister who hit my daughter. This isn't over—you'll pay for the damages, and I'm reporting this to the principal. Your sister must be expelled!"
"Exactly! Is there no justice left? Look at my daughter's face—she's been beaten till her face is ruined!"
Jessica rolled her eyes. "What's that got to do with us?"
"You—you're completely unreasonable!"
"We demand an answer! Where's the principal? We insist the principal handle this personally, or no one will have peace at this school."
Jessica ruffled Emily's hair and scoffed, "So what if she doesn't go to school? You really think our Emily cares about this dump? Let me make one thing clear—even if my sister never sets foot in here again, she'll still be ten times the person any of you will ever be."
"You—!"
"Emily, don't be scared," Jessica said softly. "Your big sister's got your back. Worst case, we'll just drop out of this school. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters. I won't let anyone threaten you."
Emily nodded vigorously, her heart swelling with gratitude. "No matter what happens, Jessica will always have my back," she thought.
"Thank you, sis!"
"Jessica, that's not the right way to raise a child. We need to figure out what really happened," the homeroom teacher advised.
Jessica lifted her chin defiantly and shouted, "What's there to figure out? It's obvious this is their fault! Want us to apologize? In your dreams—not a chance in hell! Even if my sister has to leave this school, I won't let her suffer any injustice."
Emily was deeply moved, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at Jessica.
"Emily, we're leaving," Jessica said, taking her by the hand and leading her out.
The Class 1 homeroom teacher was shocked by Emily's parent's unreasonable attitude. Fuming with anger, she delivered a harsh warning:
"Stop right there!" the homeroom teacher snapped. "Let me make this clear: the moment you step out that door, Emily will be expelled. With the SAT right around the corner, she won't get another chance!"