Rebecca looked at me as if I'd told the funniest joke ever, her eyes wide with derision. "This slut still pretends she's innocent? How else would she know who I am if not for being a dirty homewrecker herself?"
"And you dare ask me to apologize? Not a chance!"
The crowd erupted in outrage. Rebecca's "justice warriors" swarmed forward, spitting on me.
I had been familiar with this year's Finance freshmen for a week, recognizing everyone, but I never thought I'd become the target of such aggression. Having served as the student council president for three years and being a top candidate for grad school here, I was on good terms with the faculty.
Professor cleared her throat as she hurriedly stepped in to mediate. "Rebecca, sit down. Personal grudges should be settled later. We can't let this disrupt the school's proceedings."
Rebecca wasn't having any of it. She scanned the plain-looking teachers around her and sneered. "If I don't expose her true nature now, I'll miss my chance to gain attention. Is there no justice? Is it really that hard for victims like us to get our rights?