One of them even slunk over with a leering grin. “Elodie, your video was pretty hot. Wanna do something more… private with me?"
“I can’t believe you, Mark. You’ll really sleep with anything,” a girl snapped, kicking him.
But he defensively countered, “Don’t act like I was teasing her on purpose. Someone who’s been used like that isn’t worth me.”
“As for me, I’m into girls like Renee,” another boy said, staring at Renee with no attempt to hide his admiration.
Renee pouted playfully at him. “Shut up. Elodie was our school beauty,” she said, stretching the words out before switching tone, “Too bad she’s a laughingstock now.”
While saying that, she stared at my face, waiting to see panic on my face.
But I stayed calm, and, with a touch of surprise, said, “Oh? Renee, you’re out of the hospital already? Recovering fast from the miscarriage, huh?”
The room fell utterly silent after those words left my mouth.
But Renee blinked, then stammeringly snapped, “Wh-what the hell are you saying? I don’t even have a boyfriend. How could I be pregnant?”