Chapter 2Queen Bee Framed Me for Being Fat and Got What She Deserved

Tiffany suddenly stepped forward, glaring at me and speaking loudly. "So, you're saying we changed it? Seriously, no one is that bored, Sweetie!"

"If you're really that bothered, I'll pay for a new custom one for you myself. What bad luck to run into someone like you."

Seeing this, the other classmates grew even more disgusted with me.

"Fat pig, is this really necessary? You're not going to let Tiffany off the hook, are you?"

"First you accuse her of changing your size, and now you want her to pay for a new uniform? Have you no shame at all?"

I swallowed the bitter taste rising in my throat. "That's not what I mean. Even if I made a mistake with the size, there are plenty of people here wearing a Small. So why is mine the only one made from this cheap, scratchy fabric?"

As I spoke, I pushed my uniform towards them. Tiffany's eyes flickered. She snatched my uniform, holding it close as if to inspect it.

"Oh really? Well, Well, why didn't you just say that from the beginning?"

But I had. I'd brought up the quality first. She was the one who had cut me off, citing my size as the cause for the cheap material.

She knew she'd been caught. She threw my uniform back at me, pushing all the blame back onto my shoulders. "Next time, just get to the point, okay? Don't beat around the bush like this. It's exhausting!"

Ashley also chimed in."Seriously, a simple explanation would have saved us all this drama."

I let out a deep breath. I honestly didn't know what the "point" was-the size or the quality. It was obvious that only my uniform had both the wrong quality and the wrong size.

Seeing me fall silent, Tiffany snorted.

"Fine," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "Just send me your size and the money. Don't waste any more of our time."

"Everyone wears a uniform. Ruin the performance without one, and Mr. Miller will have your head. Don't expect me to save you."

She paused, then shot me a glance and continued, "Don't say I didn't warn you! The district officials are coming to this performance, and it affects our school's funding for next year. If you hold us back, you'll face the consequences alone!"

I didn't rush to answer. Instead, I looked directly at her and retorted, "But I've already paid for the uniform. The vendor made a mistake, so why should I have to pay again?"

Tiffany exploded. "The vendor had a problem? What about your problem? You messed up the size yourself!"

"I've never seen someone as shameless as you. Do you expect the vendor to just do it for free?"

"And this is a designer uniform! Do you think it's some cheap thing from a discount store, that you can just return it whenever you want?"

I bit my lip hard. I had double-checked the size when I filled out the form. And I was the only one in the entire class who had put 3XL. I even specifically mentioned it to Tiffany.

Tiffany pushed me, her face darkening. "Speak up! Are you refusing to pay?"

I lost my footing and stumbled back a few steps. Tiffany got even angrier, her eyes blazing. "What are you acting like, you fat pig! You're so heavy, how could I possibly push you? Do you think you're some delicate little thing?"

"It's absolutely disgusting! If you don't want to pay, just say so. Don't waste everyone's time here!"

Hearing her mock my weight again, I clenched my fists, my jaw trembling with rage. "I didn't say I wouldn't pay. It's just not my fault, so I shouldn't have to."

Tiffany crossed her arms and sneered. "Fine, I won't push it. If you want to be cheap, we can all chip in."

"There are fifty of us besides you. Can everyone just contribute ten bucks? I don't want to waste any more time." She looked at me, her tone dripping with passive-aggression. "Otherwise, people might think I'm bullying you."

Her words were clearly mocking me, implying I was faking pity.

Faced with her humiliating suggestion of a collection, I finally looked up and raised my voice. "No need. As you said, if I made a mistake with the size, then the vendor also made a mistake with the fabric. I'm willing to negotiate with the vendor myself."

"Can you give me the contact information for the custom uniform vendor?"

Tiffany stared at me for a long time, then seemed to concede. "Fine, fine, I'm just tired of dealing with someone as nitpicky as you. Transfer the money to me, and I'll handle the vendor."

"Honestly, I've never met anyone so slow!"

I turned away without another word. The show was over, and the audience dispersed, heading back with their uniforms.