The Power Of Makeup

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Rosette Young POV'

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At lunch, I went to my previous corner to eat, the familiar scent of old books and stale air greeting me. Unfortunately for me, the triple eight were dining at my seat, their designer clothes and accessories starkly out of place amidst the worn tables and chairs. I was astounded by the sight, and not only me but the students who knew of our feud. The sound of clinking utensils and muffled conversations filled the air, but an uncomfortable silence fell over the table as I approached.

"Why.. why are you sitting here," I queried, staring mostly at Priscilla, my voice laced with suspicion. I knew that they were up to something, because why would they suddenly be at the uncool table instead of the popular kids' table. And what was more troubling was the fact that Taylor Yves was absent, his usual seat at the popular table noticeably empty.

Priscilla's eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Rosette, darling, we thought we'd try something new. You know, mix things up a bit," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"By sitting at my table?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"Well, it's not like it's your table or anything," Priscilla said, her smile growing wider. "But we thought it would be fun to sit here and... observe you."

My instincts told me that something was off. "What do you want?" I asked directly,my voice firm.

The triple eight exchanged glances, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of uncertainty. But then, Priscilla spoke up, her voice sweet and venomous. "Oh, we just wanted to have lunch with you, Rosette. You know, get to know you better."

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so."

Priscilla's smile faltered for a moment, but then she laughed. "Oh, Rosette, you're so paranoid. We're just being friendly."

I wasn't buying any of it. I knew and my gut told me that the triple eight were up to something, and I was determined to find out what it was. I stood my ground, my eyes locked onto Priscilla's, waiting for her next move.

It seems Priscilla was uncomfortable with my gaze, as she replied calmly, "Ain't you happy that you got our leader hospitalized?" She finally cracked, and her words left me dazed.

My eyes widened in shock, my expression frozen in surprise. I didn't know the fight was that serious; I thought it was just some minor fighting among brothers.

Priscilla stared at me, her eyes scrutinizing my expression. "Don't bother pretending to know nothing. Didn't you instigate Caleb against Taylor?"

My mind reeled as I processed Priscilla's words. If Priscilla's words were actually true, then it meant that Taylor was going to come after me. I knew him; he was not a person of forgiveness.

The air seemed to thicken, heavy with tension, as my thoughts raced. I felt a chill run down my spine, my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to maintain a neutral expression, but Priscilla's piercing gaze made me feel like I was being dissected.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," I finally managed to say, trying to sound calm. But Priscilla's smile told me that she didn't believe me. "We'll see about that," Priscilla said, her voice dripping with malice.