Chapter 7: This Smell Suited You Better Than Perfume
Isabella, who had witnessed Olivia dump a whole bin of trash over Mia, stood in stunned silence, her hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide open. "Oh my God! What did Livi just do?!"
The performance department classroom fell into a deathly silence. The once-dainty girl in luxurious attire was now submerged in garbage. Mia’s meticulously maintained face was frozen in shock, but within seconds, a high-pitched scream erupted from her mouth. “Ah!!!”
Mia leaped up, frantically swatting at the garbage clinging to her body. The overpowering stench of the trash completely overwhelmed her usual perfume, making her almost unable to open her eyes. The girls sitting opposite Mia, startled by her scream, instinctively recoiled, afraid that the garbage might splatter onto them. The other students in the classroom stared at Olivia, the instigator of this chaos, with disbelief. What on earth? Olivia just poured an entire bin of trash over Mia? How dare she!
“Olivia! How dare you!!! How dare you get trash all over me?” Mia screamed, her voice filled with rage and tears. She had never been so humiliated in her life; the stench made her feel nauseous! “Are you out of your mind?” She glared at Olivia with pure venom. No one had ever dared to treat her this way before!
Olivia tilted her head slightly, looking at Mia covered in trash with an oddly serene expression. She spoke casually, “Sorry, my hand slipped.” Her insincere excuse was almost mocking Mia’s sense of dignity.
The other students in the classroom watched Olivia with a mix of shock and awe. The Olivia they knew, who once endured their mockery and bullying, now seemed like a completely different person. Not only had she retaliated against Mia’s bullying, but she had done so in such a dramatic and extreme way that left everyone astounded. She had turned a pampered young lady into a walking heap of garbage! Was this the Olivia they knew?
“Why are you all still standing there? Why don’t you go and beat this wench up!” Mia yelled at her friends, her frustration boiling over. Her usual cronies, stunned by Olivia’s bold move, were momentarily paralyzed by fear. When Mia’s shout spurred them into action, they started to move toward Olivia. In Olivia's eyes, an icy dread seemed to penetrate through them, making the girls freeze in their tracks. A creeping unease began to settle in their hearts, as if a voice were warning them. If they dared to act against Olivia, their fate would be just as grim as Mia’s.
“Why aren’t you moving?” Mia, seeing her friends frozen in place, stamped her foot in anger.
Olivia discarded the empty trash can and crossed her arms, calmly watching Mia’s dramatic, pitiful state. “Clearly, they also think this smell suits you better than perfume.” At that moment, experiencing isolation and helplessness, Mia clenched her teeth in fury. “You b*tch! My father is an honorary board member of St. Rona Academy! I’m going to make sure you get expelled from St. Rona Academy!”