My Schoolmate Treated Me Like a Mistress and Beat Me Up

The auditorium fell eerily silent. The girls at the forefront, who'd been tearing at my clothes, froze mid-action, turning to Rebecca with questioning looks.

Rebecca, momentarily stunned, quickly regained her composure and continued her haughty commands.

"This isn't the 1980s. You think anyone's buying that 'he's my relative' BS? Get real!"

Fighting through the searing pain, I struggled to my feet, meeting her gaze head-on.

"Back off now, and I'll let this slide. But if you keep this up, forget Leonard! You'll have the law to answer to!"

To my surprise, Rebecca's eyes bore into mine as she let out a shrill, maniacal laugh.

"Well, aren't you ballsy, you old hag? Lying through your teeth like that! You think we're all idiots? You're a 22-year-old senior! Where the hell did you get an 18-year-old nephew from?!"

Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd, igniting a frenzy of whispers and speculation.

"Right? Where'd she conjure up a nephew who's only four years younger? Talk about digging your own grave."

"Gross. Can someone expose her already? This is textbook 'the lady doth protest too much'. Nearly graduated and still chasing freshmen tail. Pathetic."

Seeing my silence as weakness, Rebecca lunged forward, delivering a vicious kick to my knee.

"Can't take the heat? Then stay out of the kitchen, you skank.

"Ever heard of a mirror? Or are you too busy pissing all over yourself? Take a good look at that ugly mug of yours. Do you think you're in my man's league?

"I thought you were some cunning vixen, seducing my boyfriend. Turns out you're dumb as rocks. Disgusting. With that face and IQ, you're only fit for the streets. Even the hobos would turn you down!"

Her eyes glinted with malice as she spat, "Justice warriors, let's go! We're gonna mess up that plastic surgery face of hers. See if she's got the guts to chase men after this! Filthy whore!"

The faculty, including Dean, who had initially sided with me, began to waver under Rebecca's relentless slander.

Doubt crept into their expressions.

"Um, Amelia," Dean began hesitantly, "if Rebecca's allegations are true, we'll have to suspend your position as student council president. And you won't be hosting the freshman ceremony."

My heart sank. I managed to croak out, "Dean, what are you saying?"

"As for your priority status for grad school admission..." he glanced at my crumpled form on the floor, "that's on hold. You might need to stay an extra year under probation.

"Don't think I'm being harsh. You're a ticking time bomb for the school's reputation. Consider yourself lucky I'm not expelling you outright!"

"How dare you try to negotiate, you shameless hussy!" Rebecca sneered.

Emboldened by Dean's words, Rebecca grew even more confident. The students, now fully convinced, waved their phones in the air, calling for my head. They vowed to eliminate the "homewrecker" for the greater good, to keep "trash" like me off the streets.

A mob rushed forward, raining dozens of slaps on my face and stuffing a sock in my mouth to silence me.

Rebecca raised her chin, gesturing for them to calm down. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number, making sure to put it on speaker near the microphone.

After three attempts, the call connected.

"Leonard, boo-hoo-hoo," she wailed, "I'm so scared! There's this senior skank trying to seduce you, and she's causing trouble at the opening ceremony!"

Leonard's calm, reassuring voice came through, "That can't be right, Rebecca. I've never been with anyone else. You're the only one for me! Don't worry, I'm on my way. I won't let anyone hurt you! Don't believe those rumors, babe."

Rebecca's voice was dripping with feigned sweetness and desperation as she sniffled and relayed her sob story, prompting Leonard, ever the first-time lover, to rush to her aid with fervent assurances.

The call ended abruptly, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

Rebecca put on a wounded expression, her eyes narrowing with contempt as she looked at me.

"Did everyone hear that? My boyfriend said he only loves me. This homewrecker is clearly trying to sabotage our relationship. Ugh, my heart is breaking."

The crowd, now more inflamed with righteous anger, grew even more incensed.

"This Amelia is so stupid. Even after seeing how in love they are, she still tried to seduce him."

"I gotta admit, even though she's old and dumb, she's got a decent look. With that figure, if she was working the streets, I might be tempted."

"Dream on! A woman like that is only out to snag a rich, handsome guy like Leonard. Do you really think she'd bother with someone like you?"

"Seriously, if she's aiming for a rich guy like Leonard, she's got her own agenda. She's not as dumb as she looks."

The air was thick with buzzing, hurtful speculation. Every cruel remark stung my ears like a swarm of angry bees. I was already battered and in excruciating pain, barely able to move, my body slick with cold sweat as I gritted my teeth.

"Rebecca, stop this now. If Leonard shows up, you're finished. He won't let you get away with this!"

Rebecca laughed scornfully, giving my face a contemptuous kick.

"Everyone's heard my boyfriend only loves me. And you? You're just an old mistress. Dream on!

"Don't think you can catch an older man and then go after my boyfriend.

"He's the heir to Skyrock Group. What are you even worth?"