Chapter 7
After that day, Jessica and Sarah had a complete falling out.
Jessica left the clique and started going it alone.
Brady finally got the hint–Sarah kept rejecting his friend requests, so he came crawling back to me for reconciliation.
He wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to hire a few guys from the Muay Thai club to have a nice “chat” with him.
Brady immediately backed down.
Dejected, he sat downstairs at the girls‘ dorm and happened to run into Jessica, who was returning alone from the library.
The two kindred spirits hit it off and started dating, just like in my previous life.
Except this time Sarah didn’t benefit from it and lost a loyal little follower in the process.
Jessica was completely boy–crazy, getting swept off her feet by Brady’s sweet talk. Less than a month into their relationship, she was already spending nights at his place.
After that, Brady kept asking her for gifts under various pretenses.
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One “my sneakers are worn out” from him, and Jessica would survive on bread for half a month to buy him Jordans.
That day, Michelle and I came back from the cafeteria to find Sarah and Jessica arguing.
“You’re the only one who hasn’t paid the class fee. How much longer are you going to drag this out?”
Sarah was tapping on Jessica’s desk, looking thoroughly annoyed.
“I can’t come up with that much money right now. Fine, I just won’t participate in class activities!” Jessica’s face was flushed red.
“You don’t even have five hundred bucks?”
Sarah looked contemptuous, hands on her hips as she started laying into Jessica:
“Spent all your money on some guy, didn’t you? I told you not to go looking for men in the trash heap.”
“You’re not his mother–why should you buy his shoes?”
“Living off instant noodles and bread with pickles in the dorm all day, reeking up the place. Disgusting!”
“You!”
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When it came to cutting remarks, Jessica was no match for Sarah.
She was humiliated beyond words and collapsed onto her desk, sobbing.
Looking at Jessica’s canvas shoes, washed so many times they’d turned white, I suddenly felt uneasy.
Brady appeared to be working hard and ambitious, but he was actually a gambler who liked to catfish people on social media with filtered photos.
I only learned all this after I died.
A girl like Jessica–gullible and boy–crazy–was nothing but a walking ATM to him.
I sighed and walked over to them.
“I’ll pay her class fee.”
Sarah gave me a surprised look and snorted coldly, “What an
act.”
Jessica, who had been crying at her desk, also stopped sobbing.
I thought for a moment, then turned and whispered to her:
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“Brady’s not a good guy. You shouldn’t listen to everything he says.”
Unexpectedly, Jessica jumped up and pointed at my nose, exploding in anger.
“What makes you such a good person? Stop being so fake! Brady suffered so much because of you, and you still talk about him like that.”
Caught off guard, I got sprayed with her spit.
Michelle quickly stepped in front of me.
She frowned, “Jessica, you’re being completely ungrateful. Ashley was trying to help you.”
“It’s perfectly natural for me to spend money on my boyfriend- it’s none of your business! Leave me alone!”
I took a deep breath and silently repeated three times: Respect others‘ fate, let go of the savior complex.
Sarah laughed mockingly from the side:
“The saint class president got slapped in the face.”
“Still going to pay her class fee? Card or mobile payment?”
I picked at my ear:
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“What class fee? I just had amnesia.”
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Sarah was speechless at my shamelessness and turned her head
away.
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