Chapter 2My Best Friend's House is Not a Hotel

As I spoke, I forcefully pulled my arm out of Faye's embrace.

"And you, Faye. If I remember correctly, you still have my house key. Give it back to me now, lest something happens to my house and you can't explain it."

I remember clearly after my accident in my past life, Faye looked like she was explaining for me, but in reality, every word she said put me on the roasting rack.

The house my parents bought me became something I got from being a mistress. My parents living in the countryside was twisted by Faye into me feeling ashamed of them. Even my grad school recommendation, Faye said I got it through shady means.

And to think Faye and I grew up together; I treated her like my own sister.

I was trembling with anger, my face black as thunder, but no one cared about me.

Especially Faye; she blinked, and two lines of tears fell.

"I just wanted to help the classmates solve their problems. Was it necessary to speak so harshly to me?! And you forced the key on me back then; I didn't ask for it. I'll give it back to you now!"

Faye said, fishing a key out of her pocket and throwing it viciously at my feet.

I bent down to pick it up nonchalantly.

This was the effect I wanted. Who knows how many copies of a key there can be? I just wanted Faye to break up with me on the spot.

This way, Faye wouldn't be able to do anything disadvantageous to me under my banner.

Others seeing Faye treated like this by me only thought I was crazy, especially Liam.

He had a crush on Faye. Seeing his goddess wronged, he couldn't hold back first.

He yelled at me.

"Gwen, you are the monitor! You should be responsible for us classmates! Faye was just thinking from our perspective. How can you treat her like this? Do you have a conscience?"

Seeing this, Rachel chimed in from the side.

"Exactly, Faye just wanted to help us. What did she do wrong? On the contrary, you rely on having some money to look down on us. Who knows where your money comes from!"

Rachel's words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart, instantly igniting my anger.

"I earned my money by working part-time! It has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Faye! The house is mine too! Helping you is a favor; not helping you is my duty. If you keep making trouble, don't blame me for being impolite! If you're not convinced, go find the counselor. If you think I'm not a competent monitor, I can tell you clearly, I quit!"