“You dyed your hair green, huh? Don't be too exaggerated, okay? Caleb looks handsome in the wine-red color. He is noble and elegant, and yet low-key."
"Get lost! All you know is how to flatter him!"
Several boys laughed and had fun together, jokingly blocking the entrance to the classroom.
Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out, which sounded familiar to me.
"What are you guys doing?"
It was Clara, the pleasant voice I had heard at the mall that day.
Then Clara burst into laughter, saying, "It is so funny, Troy!! What color did you dye your hair? Did Caleb tell you it looks good so you fell for it? I am laughing my ass off!"
Clara was familiar with these people. They could joke around freely.
Clara was lively and outgoing. She never flattered or fawned over these second-generation rich kids. Troy gradually treated Clara as a bosom friend.
Troy said, looking at Caleb, "How is that possible? Would Caleb lie to me? No way!"
Caleb's gaze shifted back and forth between Clara and Troy several times. Then he chose to stand beside Clara.
"What do you mean? You punk!!" Troy angrily launched a fierce attack against Caleb.