Chapter 3The Villainess Reborn

I glanced down at her hand, my voice dripping with disdain. "I was just going to tell you to get lost. But now, I’m not letting you go."

I looked at her still-dry hair, grabbed a handful, and yanked.

Stella screamed, trying to break free.

I let go, then immediately kicked her to the ground.

The commotion brought everyone from the classroom rushing out.

Stella was on her knees, looking pathetic, but her mouth was as sharp as ever.

"Don't think you're so great just because you have money! Without your parents, you're nothing! I earned my place here with my grades! I'm going to the principal! You just wait!"

Mason, despite the humiliation I’d just put him through, had benefited greatly from being my dog this past year. Hearing someone talk to me like that, he kicked Stella, sending her sprawling.

Her head hit the wall, and blood started to trickle down.

Stanley, seeing this, quickly stepped in to stop Mason from doing anything further.

I didn't even bother giving them a second glance. I went straight to the headmaster's office.

"Old man! Move Mason Thorne and Stanley Armitage to Class D."

Headmaster Phillips sighed, looking weary. "My dear girl, what did they do to upset you this time?"

I collapsed onto the sofa and picked at my nails.

"They're disgusting to look at."

I was always polite with Headmaster Phillips. First, he was my father's good friend. Second, he always indulged me. He'd never refused any of my requests.

He nodded, indicating he understood.

Satisfied, I grabbed a bottle of water, took a sip, and put it back.

"Aria, the common folk have a right to climb the ladder too, don't you think?"

I looked at him, my expression unreadable.

Was this old fool trying to lecture me?

I smiled and pulled out my phone to make the choice for him.

"Stella Chad is Northwood's first scholarship student, and she will be its last. Old man, you know I'm already giving you face by not doing more."

Headmaster Phillips eyed me, then quietly opened a drawer by his leg.

I rolled my eyes and walked out. Hearing the sound of him using his personal oxygen tank, I scoffed.

Climb the ladder? With what? Grades?

Thinking of Stella, I leaned against the wall, my gaze turning cold.

After a moment, I went back in and grabbed the half-finished bottle of water.

"Aria, dear, remember to close the door on your way out."

I chuckled. I didn't listen. Close the door for him? Who did he think he was?

Water bottle in hand, I sauntered to the nurse's office.

Stella was lying on a cot. When she saw me, her eyes burned with hatred.

"What are you doing here? If it's to apologize, don't bother. I don't accept!"