The class president carried his long frame to the podium, holding the scripts of the Maths test they had earlier in the morning. Everyone settled in their seats, looking at Ernest as he began to call names. The class had learned to compose themselves whenever he had a message to deliver, otherwise Ernest wouldn't get started on anything. He started calling names..
Orland.
Beatrice.
Rowan.
Jake.
Loveth.
Daphne.
"I got a B!" Daphne announced to her friends, excitement written all over her face.
" How is that possible." Rosaline said, snatching the script from her hands. " How did you–"
" It's not your script. It's for the other Daphne." Sharon said, pointing at the Surname.
"But she's like the last number in the class, how can she score so much?" Sharon and Rosaline exchanged glances.
Daphne hissed, her excitement drowning instantly, realizing what Sharon said was true. She marched towards the owner of the script, slamming the script onto her desk.
" So you resorted to cheating." She clicked her tongue while shaking her head, "Hopeless poor thing.'
"I didn't cheat." Daphne muttered quietly.
"Whatever you say." She scoffed and walked away.
"That's the highest score so far, even the class president managed to get a C." She heard someone say behind.
"How did she do it? She's the only one who got the third question correctly."
At the sound of the murmurs, Daphne had to check her script, curious about the result everyone was talking about.
Her eyes widened as she saw the score boldly written on her script. "I got 75?." She murmured to herself, way more shocked than the rest. And she was more than sure it had to be a mistake.
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The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. The teacher left and the students wasted no time, immediately packing their stuffs and left the class.
Daphne stayed behind, she wanted to finish the assignment before leaving. Of course it was meant to be done at home, but she wanted to be free of any school works, and since it could be done in a few minutes, she decided to take the opportunity. Because at home she would have other things to do.
" Daphne!" Tessa exclaimed, head bobbing at the entrance. She walked into the classroom, halting in her steps when she saw what her friend was doing.
"Wait a minute let me finish." Daphne muttered under her breath as her hand sped across the paper.
"Ugh! I can't wait Daphne." Tessa groaned, throwing her head back in exaggeration.
"Why not?." Daphne asked, finally looking up at her friend as she walked in.
"I have to go to tutorial remember?. The driver is already waiting for me." Tessa reminded her.
" Right.." Daphne sighed, slumping in her seat. " I totally forgot about that. See tomorrow then."
" Yeah, see you. Bye." Tessa bidded goodbye and walked out of the class, leaving her friend alone in the class again.
" Bye." Daphne waved after her.
"Okay, let's finish this." Daphne motivated herself and resumed her mission to complete the assignment before going home.
She was almost done when she heard footsteps trudging into the classroom.
" Well well well, look who it is." A taunting voice said.
Daphne's head snapped up at the voice, turning in her seat. Her eyes twitched seeing it was the three she had dubbed the crazy bitches of the class, the social butterflies, Rosaline, Sharon and Daphne, the beautiful blonde Daphne, the Daphne everyone wanted.
"Um…can I help you guys?."
Daphne had to ask. She wasn't surprised that they were in their usual element, taunting, teasing, looking for trouble like always. But she was confused as to why they were talking to her.
"Help." Rosaline scoffed.
"You're so disgusting." Sharon sneered, looking at her with irritation.
"What did I do?." Daphne asked, still confused about the situation.
"Bitch don't play dumb with us." The beautiful Daphne finally spoke, looking at the other Daphne up and down like she was a piece of trash.
"I don't even know what's going on." Daphne scoffed, she faced her notes, her pen dancing again between her fingers.
" Don't pretend." Rosaline snapped, snatching the pen from her hand and throwing it out the window.
" We know you're sleeping with the mathematics teacher." Sharon accused, sounding so sure.
" What?. Who told you that?." Daphne exclaimed rushing to her feet with questioning eyes.
" We didn't hear it from anyone. We figured it out, you made it too obvious" Said the beautiful Daphne.
" Exactly. Cause there's no way a dumb bitch like you will suddenly have a score that high." Rosaline said, pointing he finger to Daphne's forehead, pushing her head back, her manicured nails digged into her flesh.
Daphne slapped Rosaline hand away, as hard as she could, she jumped back at the contact."I don't know where you heard that from, or how you came up with that theory but I didn't sleep with anyone." She defended herself, trying to get on her feet.
The blonde Daphne chuckled, jabbing her finger into Daphne's shoulder. "Sit. Down." She sneered.
Daphne's butt met the seat almost instantly. She looked at the three of them as they towered over her, enclosing around her like custom officers that caught a drug dealer. She knew she that was outnumbered, but she couldn't let them spread such false news.
"I didn't sleep with anyone." She defended again.
"Oh shut up!." Sharon snapped.
" Then why are you so defensive?, afraid that your dirty little secret is about to get exposed?." Beautiful Daphne asked with a taunting smirk on her face.
"It still wouldn't change the fact that I didn't sleep with the maths teacher." Daphne retorted, voice defiant.
"It's okay. Be brave all you want but we all know it's a font." Sharon said as she bent down to Daphne's level. "I'm so gonna love ruining that innocent facade of yours." She whispered.
"Everyone's gonna know that, Daphne, the ugly duckling is sleeping with the teacher to get good grades." Rosaline said and giggled like a maniac.
"You're such a slut." The beautiful Daphne drawled, pronouncing the already dirty word in the dirtiest way ever.
"You're the slut." Daphne shot back. "You're the one who has slept with half of the boys in the school. So you don't get to come up with such ridiculous confrontation and dumb it on me. If any one should be labeled slut, it's the three of you–"
SLAP!
Pain shot across Daphne cheek, head snapped to the side as blonde Daphne hand landed, cutting her off her statement. Slowly, she turned back, eyes blazing, meeting the three girls' glares head-on.