Zane's face contorted in anger, his eyes flashing with a warning. The atmosphere crackled with tension as he confronted me. "Do you think you can manipulate all of us, Valerie?” His voice dropped to a menacing growl. "We need to talk. Now." With a tight grip on her arm, he forcefully pulled me out of the classroom.
“Zane, it's not what you think. Zane, please, let me go!” I protested, wrenching my hands from his grasp in a sudden and startling move, causing Zane to stop in his tracks.
All of a sudden, a wave of nausea hit me like a ton of bricks. I clamped my hand over my mouth and bolted to the girls' room, barely registering the surprise on Zane's face. To my horror, I threw up blood, leaving me in a state of disbelief. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I was shocked to
