"That's not true at all!" Chris said quickly, stepping forward. "Why would I ever do something like that? Fiona can be very desperate sometimes. I'm really sorry, Angela… but you have to believe me. I had nothing to do with this."
"It's better you leave," Elsa said firmly, glaring at him.
Chris hesitated for a moment, then sighed.
"Please… get well soon," he said. "And I just hope you'll believe me, because Fiona is only trying to fool you."
With that, he turned and walked out of the room.
Angela scoffed softly, anger still burning inside her.
"He's so annoying," she muttered. "I can't believe he's siding with that arrogant Fiona and her stupid friends."
Elsa shook her head and sighed.
"Angie, even on a sick bed, you still talk too much, just rest for now. We'll talk about everything later."
Angela's dancing team arrived at the hospital.
As they walked down the hallway toward her ward, they saw Chris coming out of the room.
Susan's eyes immediately lit up when she saw him.
"Wow… I guess you're Chris Peterwerth?" she said with a bright smile, clearly impressed by his looks.
"Yeah," Chris replied briefly, glancing at them.
He noticed the way they were dressed, bold, flashy, and good, he wondered who they had come to see.
Without saying anything else, he walked past them and left.
The girls entered Angela's ward.
The moment they saw her lying on the hospital bed, bruised and weak, their expressions changed instantly to shock and anger.
"Gosh! Those girls really messed you up," Karen said angrily. "And we even have a show tomorrow night! And you know, we can't perform without you."
"Who even had the guts to do this to you?" Susan added, her voice rising with anger. "Our dancing leader? Who do those rich kids think they are?"
She stepped closer, clearly furious.
"We're going to show them," she continued. "Anyone who messes with you is messing with all of us. You are the backbone of this group; we can't perform without you. And you know tomorrow's show is a big one… a grand party!"
Angela gave a small, calm smile despite everything.
"Girls, you can still dance well without me," she said softly. "Believe me, I'll be fine soon."
"Just shut up, Angela," Jane cut in sharply. "We can't dance without you. Now tell us properly, who did this to you?"
Angela remained quiet, unable to say a word.
Elsa quickly stepped in.
"It's Fiona and her friends," Elsa said. "That arrogant girl from Royal Academy who thinks she's better than everyone."
"Fiona?" Susan repeated, her eyes narrowing. "Girls… I think I know her."
She turned back to Angela.
"Well, Angie, take care of yourself. We'll make sure she is put in her right place," Susan assured her confidently.
The rest of the girls nodded in agreement before they all turned and left the room.
Elsa watched them walk away, her expression slowly turning into one of concern.
"They really care about you," she said softly, then paused before continuing. "But honestly… I don't think they are the kind of people you should be around. They seem very aggressive…"
Angela shook her head gently.
"No, Elsa," she replied. "They are good people. I don't really have a choice but to stay with them. We all grew up on the streets… without families, without anyone to take care of us. That's how we came to know each other."
Elsa looked at her thoughtfully.
"But you are quite different from them, Angela," she said. "You are unique. You're more focused and you want something better."
Angela gave a faint, uncertain smile.
"I don't think that's true," she murmured.
"Of course it is, Angie," Elsa insisted gently. Then she sighed. "Well… I think I should leave now so you can get some rest."
She stood up from her seat.
But before she could take a step, Angela reached out and held her hand tightly.
"Please… stay with me," Angela said softly. "I just need someone by my side."
Elsa looked at her for a moment, then smiled warmly.
"Alright," she agreed. "But you have to keep your mouth shut and rest. Deal?"
"Sure," Angela nodded.
She slowly lay back on the bed, closing her eyes as exhaustion finally took over.
.
Fiona lay on her bed, staring into space with anger burning inside her.
She was on a two-week suspension and today was only the sixth day. That meant she still had eight more days before she could return to school.
She hated it.
She missed school so much… but more than that, she missed seeing Chris.
She clenched her fists.
She was determined to do everything possible to make Chris hers.
And deep down, she feared something.
What if he starts falling for Angela before I get back?
That thought made her sit up immediately.
Without wasting time, she grabbed her phone and dialled a number.
"Seth," she said as soon as he picked up. "How is school? And that poor thing… has she resumed yet?" she asked in a low, curious tone.
"Not yet," Seth replied.
Fiona let out a relieved breath.
"Thank goodness," she said with a small smile. "So… what about my Chris?"
She bit her lower lip, clearly pleased.
"Trust me, he's doing fine," Seth replied with a smirk. "I miss you so much, Fiona."
"Miss you too," she said casually. "Don't worry, I'll be back to school next week… and that won't stop me from dealing with Angela again."
She let out a soft, wicked laugh before ending the call.
As she dropped her phone, her mind began to wander, thinking of what to do next to Angela.
Later…
Chris arrived at Fiona's house.
The moment Fiona saw him, her face lit up with excitement.
"I can't believe you actually came to visit me," she said happily, moving forward to hug him.
But Chris immediately stepped back.
His expression was cold and angry.
"What exactly did you tell Angela?" he demanded. "Because right now, I don't understand you at all."
"Oops! Don't tell me you actually came here because of that thing," Fiona said with a mocking laugh.
Chris stared at her, his jaw tight with anger.
"You know what?" he said sharply. "You can go ahead and ruin other people's reputations, but not mine. Why would you lie against me? Angela believed everything you said, and now she's mad at me."
Fiona's expression changed immediately.
"I didn't do that!" she snapped. "Chris, don't accuse me because of whatever that Angela told you. Just leave!"
Chris let out a cold laugh.
"Really, Fiona?" he said. "Fine, I will leave. But I want my name cleared out of this mess, because I know nothing about it."
Without waiting for her response, he turned and stormed out.
"Gosh!" Fiona exclaimed the moment he left.
Her face twisted in anger.