"She's such a broke loser, yet here she is pretending to be someone she's not. What a joke."
"Pretending to be rich and glamorous when she's clearly not. Now that the truth is out, let's see how she keeps up the charade."
At that moment, a few guys chimed in/
"Not necessarily. She might have some rich sugar daddy or something. That way, she can still pull off the rich girl image. Too bad for those clueless people who thought they were mingling with some high-class second-generation rich kid when she's just a broke nobody."
I calmly finished my meal and then went to the campus security office to review the cafeteria's surveillance footage.
If these people kept talking behind my back, I wouldn't mind having the cops invite them to the station for a little chat.
I was not one to stir up trouble, but I was also not afraid to handle it when it came my way.
Plus, sometimes, proving oneself wasn't the best way to deal with issues.
If I had to constantly clear my name whenever someone slandered me, I'd be exhausted.
After saving the surveillance footage, I went to pick up a few packages.
Just as I finished collecting them, I spotted Lawson standing outside the package station.