CHAPTER 282: 282-POSING ME AS SLUT

Clementine:

"Oh, look at me, I’m Clementine Stark. I’m such a sassy biatch who doesn’t give an F about anyone’s feelings," Oriana mocked, turning her hair messy and posing seductively, something I never did.

"Oh, and by the way, I’ll sleep with everyone, and I’d love to be shared, but I won’t share anyone, even when I have a mate," she continued, spinning around and twerking.

I stood in the doorway. My mates were sitting with their full attention on her, except for Ian. As expected, he wasn’t around.

I kept watching as tears blurred my vision and my fists clenched.

"Oh, and by the way, I’ll also get myself in danger and then ask everyone to save me," she added, pulling her top lower so her chest was half exposed.

"Oops, sorry, I guess I’m just naturally very seductive," she teased.

She could see me, I was sure of it. She was facing me, while the others faced her. Troy was on his bed, leaning on one elbow.

He laughed, along with Yorick and Haiden, who gave each other a high-five.

The sight shattered me. I never thought that was how they saw me. Because why else would they let her mimic me and say all that?

"Oh, oh! And that whole argument we had, the one you saw," Haiden said, urging her to keep going. "Please, mention some incident from earlier you witnessed."

"Oh, yes, I’m so jealous of Oriana. Can you guys please pay attention to me? If not, I’ll threaten you with rejection, Haiden," she whined in a fake voice, touching her chest and sliding her hand between her legs.

I let her act like a fool for a few minutes, waiting to see if anyone would defend me. I didn’t want to react too fast and be told later that I’d overreacted.

When it became clear none of them would stand up for me, I had to do it myself. I stormed inside, catching the crooked smile she gave Yorick.

I could tell she was side-eyeing me. She knew I was there.

I rushed at her, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her off the bed.

She screamed, probably not expecting me to go that far.

"What the fuck?!" Troy shouted.

I dragged her and started punching her in the face. I knew violence wasn’t the answer, but I couldn’t stop myself.

The first hit landed hard against her cheek, making her yelp.

I raised my hand again, but Yorick caught my arm, and Haiden grabbed me from behind, lifting me off the ground as I kicked wildly, still gripping a handful of her hair.

"You fucking bitch! After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?" I screamed, thrashing in Haiden’s hold, trying to get to her.

"Get that bitch off me!" Oriana yelled.

Troy grabbed my wrist and squeezed until I let go of her hair. Haiden dragged me away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Yorick shouted, rushing to Oriana’s side.

While Haiden pulled me back, I watched Oriana hug Yorick. From the corner of her eye, she looked right at me and then grinned.

Fire burned through my chest. As she clung to Yorick, he held her tightly, glaring at me with anger.

Troy stood behind her, running his hand through her hair, his other hand on her back.

Both of them stared at me like they could tear me apart, while Oriana stood between them, smiling.

Haiden carried me into the bathroom and threw me inside before rushing out and locking the door.

I lunged at the door and banged on it hard.

"Open the fucking door!" I shouted, hitting it with all my strength.

"No! We’re not opening this door until you realize what you did was wrong and you come out to apologize—to Oriana," Troy yelled from the other side.

His words made me clench my fists, and I punched the door again. I couldn’t understand what had blinded them so much.

Was it because I was acting out while she was playing the victim? Still, they had no right to humiliate me like that.

"Fucking open the door!" I screamed again, kicking it. The door finally swung open.

This time, I stood there breathing heavily, trying to stay calm.

I walked out and saw Troy tending to Oriana’s wound. A dark bruise was forming around her eye.

"Are you going to explain yourself, Clementine?" Yorick demanded, his muscles tense as if he were facing a threat.

"How about you all explain to me?" I snapped. "Why was she mocking me while you just sat there watching?"

"It was just a joke, Clementine," Haiden argued, stepping closer like he wanted to stop me if I tried to go near her.

"A joke? No, it wasn’t," I shot back. "She’s wearing my uniform. She’s sexualizing me—over-sexualizing me.

She called me a slut, and you all went along with it. How was that a joke when I wasn’t even part of it? Why was I being mocked behind my back?"

I laid out my points clearly, and after that, none of them seemed to have an answer.

That was when the door slammed open, and the lurkers walked in. Behind them came Mr. Rick instead of Miss Rue.

He glared at everyone before turning to me.

"What the fuck happened here?" he demanded, clearly aware of the commotion and ready to confront us.

Before anyone could answer, Oriana pointed straight at me and sniffled.

"She attacked me."

At that moment, I noticed the look on Mr. Rick’s face. It was the look of someone who had finally found a reason to punish someone.

"Don’t you see her wearing my uniform? She was poking fun at me. And I’m sure it’s not allowed to wear someone’s uniform," I yelled, defending my actions.

Even if I get punished, I’ll make sure she faces it too.

From the amused look on Oriana’s face, I could tell she was surprised at how quickly I had gotten her into trouble.

"Miss Clementine Stark and Miss Oriana Winchester, you are under arrest for violence," Mr. Rick announced, as his lurkers stepped forward and put us in handcuffs.