They slimed me. They tried to break me.
But I’m still standing.
Hotter. Smarter. Meaner.
And Leo? He’s just another enemy in a school full of snakes.
He had the crown. He had me. And he watched it happen.
He didn’t stop it.
Didn’t protect me.
Didn’t come after me when I left with tear-stained cheeks and a shattered soul.
So now I’m back. Not to forgive. Not to forget.
But to flip the script.
No more hoodie pulled up. No more eyes to the floor. No more fake smiles and shrinking shoulders. They wanted to break me, humiliate me, send me packing with my tail between my legs.
But I stayed.
And now? They’re going to wish I hadn’t.
My uniform skirt was shorter.
My black turtleneck tighter.
My knee-high boots made a statement with every step.
And my face? Calm. Controlled. Lethal.
I didn’t flinch at the whispers.
Didn’t blink when someone gasped.
Didn’t stop walking when the first round of clicks from hidden phone cameras started.
Let them film. Let them post.
The dethroned girl just got her crown back—and this time, it’s welded on.
Hayden fell in beside me without a word, dressed to kill in thigh-high socks and a gold chain that caught the light like a battle flag.
“Damn, girl,” she muttered under her breath. “You sure we’re not launching a takeover today?”
I didn’t smile, but I did tilt my head. “We are.”
At least ten students tripped over their own feet trying to get a look at me. Teachers stared. One of the office admins dropped her coffee. And still—I didn’t break stride.
This wasn’t a comeback.
This was a coronation.
By the time I reached my locker, I’d already been filmed, whispered about, and probably turned into three TikToks and a Reddit thread.
Let them talk.
