Reborn Rupture Chapter 03
It wasn’t long before I met Matteo’s girlfriend.
The next day at school, I walked into class to find a girl perched on my desk.
My books and notebooks were strewn across the floor.
She was posed deliberately, every line of her body calculated to show off her figure.
The school had a dress code, but she’d unbuttoned her polo shirt so low you could see the lacy edge of her bra.
I knew who she was. Krystal, from the drama club.
I’d heard her grades were terrible, barely good enough to get into a state school.
I walked right up to her.
“Move. That’s my seat.”
She didn’t budge, just tilted her chin up.
“So, you’re the little neighbor girl Matteo grew up with? ”
“You don’t look like much, but you’ve got a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?”
She raised her voice, making sure the class could hear.
“I heard you left your sexy underwear at Matteo’s house yesterday. Did Mrs. Romano slap you?”
The whole room turned to stare.
Matteo, as usual, said nothing.
I smiled.
“Krystal, is that any way to talk about your own boyfriend? ”
“You two have already gone that far, and you’re still too scared to admit it? ”
“You really expect me to keep taking the fall for you?”
“Enough!”
Matteo finally spoke, his eyes filled with disappointment.
“Virginia, why are you getting involved?”
I looked at him, my voice flat.
“Matteo, get your girlfriend under control. If she tries to slander me again, I’ll tell your mother everything.”
Krystal obviously knew what a nightmare Mrs. Romano could be. The color drained from her face, and she shut her mouth.
I gathered my books from the floor, shoved them in my bag, and walked to the last row, taking the empty seat next to Trevor.
Trevor was huge and spent most of class asleep in the back. No one ever bothered him.
He glanced up as I sat, then dropped his head back onto his arms.
Matteo followed me.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Move back to your seat.”
“No.”
“Don’t screw up your GPA over this. Class is about to start.” He frowned.
I looked at his face and felt a wave of pure disgust.
In my last life, I’d taken the blame for him.
Later, after my family was nearly burned alive, the court ordered Mrs. Romano to psychiatric treatment and community service.
And Matteo?
He played the part of the chastened son, transferred schools, took an extra year, and still ended up at Yale.
His life wasn’t derailed in the slightest.
He never once apologized.
“Where I sit is my business.”
I looked down and opened my book.
“Leave me alone.”