Now, some students with tattoos rushed into the teacher's office.
"We're here to admit our mistakes. We shouldn't have lied to Wesley's sister that he was kidnapped because of money," they said.
But they lied; I didn't ask them to do such things.
Then, I began to strike back like a crazy man. "You are lying. I didn't do that! Kayla, trust me. You know me. I won't do such a thing."
More and more students gathered around and started judging me.
"So, Wesley did kill his stepfather!"
"What a shameless boy. Did he forget how carefully the Adams family raised him?"
I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. "Kayla, you believe me, right? Please tell me that you believe me... Kayla... Please..."
In the end, I still didn't get a response from her.
Maybe her silence showed everything.
Kayla abandoned me.
I became the sinner whom everyone could bully and despise.
However, a paper tissue appeared in my sight.
"Wesley, I believe you, so wipe your tears."
I looked up and seemed to see Kayla the first time we met each other.
She moved, and Kayla in my fantasy disappeared. Then, I saw a girl in plain clothes but looking pure.
I should have seen her.
But there was no time to think about it.