Anovel of My motherś ex chapter 10 by authoress rose
The week had passed slowly, and the tension between Rylee and Tiffany had only grown.
After their confrontation at Cole’s party, Tiffany had done everything she could to stir up trouble, making snide comments when Carla passed by and whispering insults in the hallways.
Like one day
“Your tomato head looks rotten!” Tiffany said one day as she passed Carla.
“It’s called red hair, stupid” Carla said back.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you bitch!” Tiffany said flinging the door open.
“I would catch you one day we are not in public eye” Carla said as It was only a matter of time before Carla snapped again.
It happened the next week, in a quiet corner of campus. Tiffany had been walking alone, likely feeling brave without her entourage of friends to back her up. Carla saw her from a distance, her fists already clenched.
“Tiffany,” Carla called out, her voice sharp.
Tiffany turned, a smirk forming on her lips. “Oh, it’s you again. What, you’re still mad about the other night?”
Carla took a step forward, her eyes burning with fury. “I told you to stay away from me, you refused and kept on digging your own grave”
“Or what?” Tiffany scoffed, crossing her arms. “You think you can hurt me?”
Without another word, Carla closed the distance between them.
“Try me! Bitch!!” Tiffany said.
Tiffany barely had time to react before Carla swung a punch, landing it squarely on Tiffany’s jaw. Tiffany stumbled backward, her face twisting in shock.
“You shouldn’t have been a stuck up bitch” Carla said, her voice low and dangerous.
“You don’t know one thing about me. Yeah I might be a white girl from Ireland but I am still a hood bitch”
Tiffany, disoriented, tried to slap Carla back, but Carla caught her wrist with ease and twisted it, sending Tiffany crashing to the ground.
“Please, Carla, stop!” Tiffany pleaded, her eyes wide with fear as Carla loomed over her.
Carla’s anger flared. She had enough of Tiffany’s games, of being humiliated by her insults. Without hesitation, Carla raised her knee, connecting it with Tiffany’s stomach, forcing the air from her lungs. And blood spilled from her mouth.
Tiffany gasped for breath, her eyes brimming with tears. But Carla wasn’t done. She grabbed Tiffany by the hair and yanked her to her feet.
“You think you can intimidate me?” Carla snarled. “This ends now.”
Tiffany’s face was pale, and she looked like she might pass out, but she couldn’t run. Carla’s grip was too tight.
“You’ll regret this,” Tiffany wheezed, her voice barely a whisper.
“Not as much as you will,” Carla retorted.
With one final shove, Carla sent Tiffany sprawling to the ground again, this time so hard that Tiffany’s head hit the concrete. A collective gasp rang out as a few nearby students started to gather around, but nobody dared to intervene.
By the time campus security arrived, Tiffany was unconscious, and Carla ran away, her anger simmering but under control.
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The aftermath of the fight soon became campus gossip. Word spread quickly that Tiffany had been admitted to the hospital, though it was downplayed as a simple “fainting spell” from the blow she’d taken. But Rylee knew the truth.
The convention—the one her mother had been so insistent on—was all anyone was talking about now. The student body was buzzing with excitement as the event drew closer. It seemed like the whole campus was focused on the plans for the convention.
But Rylee wasn’t feeling the same thrill everyone else was. In fact, she felt a growing unease every time her mother’s name came up.
It wasn’t just the fact that she was involved in organizing the event; it was the way people spoke about her.
The admiration in their voices made Rylee want to pull away from it all, but she couldn’t escape the shadow of her mother’s influence.
Her mother had always been there, distant, but always hovering just out of reach. Now, with the convention and her growing prominence on campus, Rylee could no longer ignore her presence. It made her skin crawl.
One afternoon, after their class, Sophia caught up to her in the hall.
“Hey, Rylee, I’ve been thinking,” Sophia began, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. “I really want to join the student body committee. You know, help plan the convention and all that. What do you think?”
Rylee blinked, taken off guard by the sudden change in conversation. She looked at Sophia for a long moment, then sighed deeply.
“I don’t know if I want to be a part of it,” Rylee admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. “It’s not just the convention… it’s everything. My mom—she’s always there, trying to control everything. And now, with this convention, I feel like I can’t escape her.”
Sophia’s face softened. She reached out and placed a hand on Rylee’s shoulder, her voice gentle. “You’re not alone in this, Lee. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you, but you don’t have to carry this burden by yourself.”
Rylee bit her lip, looking away for a moment. “I just… I don’t know how to deal with it. Every time I see her, it’s like all the old feelings come rushing back. She’s always been distant, but now, it’s like she’s trying to push herself into my life, and I don’t know if I want that.”
Sophia nodded, her expression understanding. “I get it. But if it helps, maybe getting involved with the convention—taking control of your own piece of it—could give you some space from her. You could have some say in how things go.”
Rylee hesitated. She didn’t want to, but the idea of taking control, even just a little, was tempting. Maybe Sophia was right.
“I’ll think about it,” Rylee said finally.
Before Sophia could respond, Carla came striding over, a wicked grin on her face.
“I’ve got an idea,” Carla said, her tone mischief-laden. “I’m joining the committee. Let’s show these people how it’s really done.”
Rylee smiled for the first time in days. “You’re joining too?”
“Hell, yeah. Let’s give ‘em a show they won’t forget.”
“Count me in then,” Rylee said, the weight of her decision sinking in.
As a group, the three girls decided to join the committee together. They would make it their mission to take charge, to steer the convention in their own direction, free from anyone else’s interference.
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The day finally arrived when the committee was set to meet at Professor Julian’s house. The news of the committee’s next move had spread quickly, and Rylee’s excitement was palpable as she prepared to head out. She dressed carefully, wanting to make a good impression.
“I can’t believe we’re going to Professor Julian’s place,” Sophia said, her eyes sparkling.
“I know, right?” Carla added. “This is going to be interesting.”
The three girls piled into a car, their anticipation growing as they drove to the professor’s house. When they arrived, they were greeted by the lavishness of the mansion. The sprawling front lawn, the marble columns, and the ornate details in every corner.
“Professor Julian certainly lives in style,” Rylee murmured, admiring the place.
“Look at this place. It’s like something out of a movie,” Sophia said, clearly impressed.
As they approached the front door, Rylee’s heart skipped a beat. She had no idea what to expect, but the moment the door opened, she froze.
There, standing just inside the doorway, was him.
Professor Drake.
Her heart raced in her chest as their eyes met. His intense gaze seemed to pierce through her, making her breath catch. Rylee felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body, but she quickly shook it off, reminding herself that this was just another meeting.
But the way his eyes lingered on hers made it feel like it was anything but ordinary.
The door closed behind them as the committee entered, but all Rylee could think about was how close she was to him now…….