📖 The Story Continues
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True Heiress vs. Fake Queen Bee — Episode 7
The nurse cleaned Hailey’s scraped knee and offered her a spare shirt from the lost-and-found box. It was even less flattering than the sauce-covered one, but Hailey accepted it without complaint. She had already learned that clothing functioned as evidence at Western High, and every ordinary thing she wore strengthened Candice’s lie. The absurdity might have amused her if it had not made people so willing to hurt her.
By the time she reached her locker, the cafeteria story had outrun her. Students glanced over and whispered about the girl who had thrown spaghetti at the Kaplan heiress. Some looked impressed, others appalled, but none seemed interested in why it happened. Candice’s version of the truth had become the safest one to repeat.
Hailey stacked her books inside the locker and tugged at the cuff of the borrowed shirt. The movement exposed the Cartier watch on her wrist, its gold catching the fluorescent light. Her mother had worn it for years before passing it to Hailey, and the familiar weight usually steadied her. Today, it drew the worst possible attention.
Candice appeared beside her with Gail and another girl close behind. Her face had been scrubbed clean, but anger still sharpened every feature. She seized Hailey’s wrist before Hailey could lower her sleeve and stared at the watch. Recognition flared—not because Candice had owned it, but because Dedra had spoken about the Kaplan heirloom.
“No way Little Miss Thrift Store scored that legally,” Candice announced. Her voice carried down the corridor, summoning an audience. She accused Hailey of being a kleptomaniac and claimed the watch belonged to her. Gail immediately gasped as though she had witnessed the theft herself.
Hailey ordered Candice to back away. The watch had belonged to her mother, and allowing Candice’s hands near it felt more violating than every insult that morning. She tried to pull free, but Gail blocked her against the lockers. Candice raised Hailey’s wrist higher so everyone could inspect the supposed crime.
Gail dismissed the watch as a Chinatown imitation, insisting a real Cartier cost more than Hailey’s entire wardrobe. Candice’s gaze remained fixed on it with greedy intensity. If the heirloom was genuine, wearing it would make her disguise nearly unassailable. If it was fake, destroying it would still humiliate Hailey.
“It’s not fake,” Hailey said. Her voice came out colder than she intended. The watch held memories of her mother’s hands, perfume, and quiet reassurance on difficult days. Hearing these girls reduce it to a status symbol made restraint almost impossible.
Candice smiled with counterfeit sympathy. She declared that only one authentic Kaplan heirloom existed and that everyone was looking at its rightful owner. The logic was circular and ridiculous, yet the students accepted it because they had already accepted her. Candice unclasped the watch and pulled it from Hailey’s wrist.
Hailey lunged to retrieve it. “Give that back. My mom gave it to me.” The raw emotion in her voice should have ended the game, but Candice used it as another opening. She asked whether Hailey’s mother had obtained the watch with a five-finger discount.
The slap came before Hailey could respond. Candice’s palm struck her cheek, turning her face toward the locker with a metallic bang. Shock silenced the hallway. Gail tightened her hold as Candice fastened the Cartier around her own wrist.
Hailey tasted blood where her teeth had caught the inside of her cheek. She slowly faced Candice and said the truth aloud: “I’m the real Kaplan heiress.” No one believed her, but Candice’s eyes flickered. The stolen watch made the possibility physically present between them in a way words never had.
Candice laughed too loudly and lifted her wrist for everyone to admire. Possessing the heirloom allowed her to claim that Hailey’s statement was merely another desperate attempt to imitate her. Students murmured agreement, relieved to dismiss the complication. Hailey memorized every detail, including the security camera above the hallway.
The public-address system crackled before the confrontation continued. A voice announced that a special assembly would begin in five minutes to welcome the Kaplan family heiress, whose family had generously donated to Western High. Excitement rippled through the corridor. Candice’s smile held, but tension returned to her shoulders.
Hailey’s pain receded beneath a surge of hope. Principal Adams had visited the Kaplan home in person to accept the donation check. He had spoken with Frank, thanked Hailey, and posed for photographs with both of them. No rented car or stolen watch could deceive a man who knew her face.
She told Candice as much. The words were quiet, intended only for the girls pinning her near the lockers. “You can fool everyone here, but you can’t fool Principal Adams. He met me at my house when he accepted the donation.” Gail’s grip loosened as uncertainty finally reached her.
Candice stared at Hailey, searching for hesitation and finding none. Details she had ignored began aligning: Hailey’s confidence, her knowledge of the castle, the heirloom, and the refusal to be intimidated. If the real heiress had been standing before her all morning, the assembly would not merely expose a lie. It could end Candice’s education and send her mother out of a job.
The warning bell rang, propelling students toward the auditorium. Hailey pushed past Gail and joined the flow, one hand pressed to her stinging cheek. Her watch remained on Candice’s wrist, but Principal Adams would recognize that too. Since the imposture began, Hailey had never believed so strongly that the ending was minutes away.
Behind her, Candice struggled to maintain a leisurely pace while panic hammered through her. Gail asked whether everything was all right, and Candice snapped that of course it was. She was Candice Kaplan, she insisted, as if repetition could turn the claim into blood. Still, she delayed at the auditorium doors.
Hailey entered beneath banners thanking the Kaplan family and moved toward the front. She imagined Principal Adams calling her name, the school falling silent, and Candice being forced to return her mother’s watch. Then an unfamiliar administrator stepped onto the stage. Hailey’s hopeful smile disappeared, because the one man who could end the lie was nowhere in sight.
