He Drugged Me And Let Her Cut My Hair Chapter 07

He Drugged Me And Let Her Cut My Hair Chapter 07

Less than twenty–four hours after I posted about 

the competition, I got a new follow request. 

The profile picture was a mirror selfie. The girl in it 

wore a Stanton University T–shirt, chin cocked, 

wearing a curated smile. 

The request message was simple: 

[Sabrina Holloway.] 

I looked at it for a few seconds, then hit decline. 

Almost immediately, another request came in. 

This time it said: 

[Looks like you’re doing pretty well for yourself.] 

I declined that one too. 

The third request was dripping with irritation. 

[What’s with the attitude? You think one stupid award makes you special?] 

I curled my lip a little. 

Then I accepted. 

Fine. Let’s see what she had to say. 

The message came through almost instantly. 

Sabrina: [Wow. You finally unblocked your heart.] 

I didn’t reply. 

Sabrina:[Your page is busy lately. Competitions. Certificates. Look at you.] 

I picked up my water bottle and took a sip. Still no reply. 

Sabrina:[What, silent treatment? You weren’t this quiet when you were Ethan’s little shadow.] 

I set the bottle down and typed back. 

Me:[Are you done?] 

The typing bubble stayed on for a long time. 

Then: 

Sabrina:[Don’t get cocky, Clara. So what if you got 

a glow–up a little and won some award? Deep 

down, you’re still the same fat, stupid loser 

desperate for attention.] 

Me:[And?] 

Sabrina:[And don’t act so high and mighty. Ethan’s 

just confused right now. Once he comes to his 

senses, what do you think you are?] 

I almost laughed. 

Me:[Sabrina, Ethan’s mid–life crisis isn’t my 

problem.] 

Me:[Whether you guys are endgame or a dumpster fire is none of my business.] 

Me:[And for the record, you should really learn how to function without orbiting a man every waking 

second.] 

The typing bubble flickered for a long while. 

Then she sent a long voice message. 

I played it out loud. 

Her voice came through sharp and breathless, full 

of rage that had tipped over into embarrassment. 

Sabrina replied:[Who do you think you are, Clara? 

You got lucky and ended up at Redwood State. Big 

deal. You think that makes you better than me? ( 

Ethan only cares about me. He got over you a long 

time ago. He calls me every day. He tells me he 

misses me, that he regrets everything. What are 

you compared to me? You’re nothing. You were an unwanted fat girl before, and you still are now. You 

think changing schools means you get to become a whole new person? Dream on.] 

I could hear her breathing hard by the end of it. 

I listened to the whole thing calmly, then held 

down the voice button and answered in an even, 

steady tone. 

Me replied: [First, I don’t care who Ethan cares 

about. I sincerely hope the two of you stay together forever and spare the rest of the world.] 

Me replied:[Second, my success is my own. I earned my spot, while you’re still obsessing over a 

guy who’s clearly spiraling. Not everyone falls 

apart because somebody else won a certificate.] 

I paused for a second. 

Then I made my voice even lighter. 

Me replied:[Third, Sabrina? You sound pathetic 

right now. Like a toddler having a tantrum because 

someone else got a toy.] 

I lifted my finger and sent it. 

Then, before she could respond, I opened her 

profile, blocked her, and removed her. 

After I set my phone down, I stepped out onto the 

balcony. 

The night sky over Westhaven was unusually clear. A few stars were visible above the dark rooftops. 

I thought I’d feel a rush of spite. 

But all I felt was a quiet kind of peace. 

Like flicking a speck of dust off my sleeve. 

That was when I realized it was true: once you really stopped caring, the people and words that 

had once wounded you so deeply became 

weightless. Sometimes they even became faintly 

ridiculous. 

One of my roommates leaned her head out the 

door and called. 

“Clara, next week’s the freshman welcome show 

for the department. Debate team’s supposed to do something, and our captain said you should 

come up with an idea. You’re the one with all the 

chaos in your brain.” 

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll think of something.” 

By then my thoughts had already drifted to 

possible ideas for the performance. 

As for Sabrina, and whatever bridge she was 

burning, and whether she would run crying to Ethan afterward, all of it felt like a distant horn somewhere out in the dark. 

It sounded. 

It faded. 

And the night swallowed it whole. 

My world was wide now. 

There were too many interesting things to do, too many people worth spending my energy on. 

Old debts and shrieking fools no longer had any place near the front of my life.