5
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Liam lunged across the table, staring at the
acceptance letter, where it clearly stated my
admission to Harvard.
“No way! This is impossible!”
He glared at me, “Hailey! You said you barely
passed!”
The nerve of this guy, blaming me for not
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falling into his trap?
I scoffed, “You said you were just barely over
the minimum score to get into college. Guess
we’re even.”
Tiffany, seeing my acceptance letter, stomped
on Liam’s foot, her face twisted with anger
and pain as she glared at the paper.
A sudden thought popped into my mind. Liam
might not have liked me, might not have
wanted to be with me, but why would he
actively try to ruin my whole life?
What if it wasn’t Liam’s idea? What if he was
being manipulated?
My eyes narrowed as I looked at the girl in
the white sundress next to him.
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But I had more pressing matters. I pulled out another paper from my bag. “Oh, and these
are all the receipts for the things I bought you
and all the Venmo transactions from the past
year. Pay me back in three days, or I’m going
to the police.”
“What are you talking about!” Liam grabbed
the paper, his face contorting as he saw the
numbers, “These were all gifts! Why do I have
to pay you back?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like I said, if I don’t get
my money in three days, I’m calling the cops.
So, are you gonna pay me back, or not?”
Liam’s face turned beet red, “Fine! I’ll pay
you back!”
He threw the phone I bought him on the table.
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It shattered into pieces. I laughed, “And what
about the clothes you’re wearing? The shoes?
That jacket? I bought those too. Are you
really going to pay me back?”
Liam got even more angry, “Fine! I’ll take
them off!”
He took off his shoes and clothes right there in public. I just watched him and Tiffany, amused.
I didn’t miss the look of disgust that flashed across Tiffany’s face.
I called Mrs. Baker and had her come pick up
the clothes.
“Why do you need help? Can’t you do it yourself?” Liam jeered as I called my
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I smiled, “I called my housekeeper, since I’d
never touch things that lowlifes have worn.”
Liam scoffed at me, “Hailey, are you crazy?
You, a broke nobody, has a housekeeper? I
doubt it, and that fake Dior bag is just a joke.”
“Just wait and see when my housekeeper gets here,” I said, grinning at my real Dior bag.
I watched as Mrs. Baker came through the door, saying, “Miss, I’m here to take your things.”
Liam looked shocked. “Mom! What are you doing here?”
