Chapter 3

Bethany seemed to have changed recently. She wasn't clinging to me like before.

She came and went early and late every day.

Brooke said she was dating someone.

I couldn't help but inwardly cheer.

As long as she wasn't bothering me, it was a good thing.

One day, Bethany came back carrying several designer shopping bags.

Chloe asked her, "Did you win the lottery? Why so much Chanel?"

Bethany smiled smugly, her voice artificially sweet:

"Oh, these are all gifts from my boyfriend. I told him not to, but he just *insisted* on getting them for me. So annoying!"

Chloe and I exchanged glances, both internally going, "Wow!"

A *really* generous boyfriend, except everything looked obviously fake.

I'd been around designer brands my whole life, so I knew the real deal.

Chloe, on the other hand, was a self-proclaimed "designer bag expert."

Bethany suddenly walked up to me and dramatically slapped a pregnancy test stick onto my desk.

Staring at the two pink lines, my mind went blank for a second.

Before I could react, Bethany lifted her chin, a haughty expression on her face, and declared:

"I'm pregnant."

The dorm erupted in gasps.

Everyone started asking Bethany what was going on.

Brooke worried that she was still in college and getting pregnant now would ruin her future.

But Bethany simply said:

"If I told you who the baby's father is, I'm sure you'd all envy my good fortune."

Chloe and I rolled our eyes.

Pregnant before marriage, knocked up by some random guy, and we're supposed to envy her 'good fortune'?

What kind of twisted worldview was that? It was absolutely mind-boggling.

I couldn't take it anymore and decided to step out for some fresh air, before the sheer toxicity got to me.

Bethany chased after me:

"Stop right there."