She Bet Against Me, I Bet On Myself Chapter 05
The moment the door opened, the laughter died instantly.
Over twenty pairs of eyes snapped straight to me.
The classmate nearest the door froze for a few seconds, then shot to
his feet. “Excuse me, who are you looking for?”
Another guy quickly shoved his chair aside. “Did you get the wrong room?”
“No worries, come join us anyway.”
The very same people complaining about chair space earlier were
now practically tripping over themselves to be friendly.
Someone even cleared the seat next to Cora.
“Have a seat here!”
I didn’t budge. My eyes swept straight to the middle of the room.
Two chairs shoved together.
A digital scale.
And hanging right on the wall was that oversized, old uniform.
[Glenda’s Reserved Oversized Seating.]
Someone followed my gaze and winced. “Oh, that… that was just a joke.”
“The person we’re waiting for isn’t here yet.”
‘Don’t get the wrong idea.”
I almost laughed.
So they did know how vile that kind of “joke” really was.
In the middle of the couch, Neil sat straight up.
His eyes hadn’t left me since I walked through the door.
Vicky clearly noticed, tightening her grip on his arm. “Do you know her?”
“No.”
He denied it, but he got to his feet anyway, his tone noticeably softer than before.
“This is a high school reunion. Are you sure you’re in the right place?”
I looked at him without saying a word.
Back in high school, I waited by the classroom door for him every morning.
He’d been too embarrassed to even look my way.
Now I stood right in front of him. And he couldn’t even recognize me.
Cora was sizing me up too, the smile dropping from her face.
A few guys started whispering amongst themselves.
“Who is she? She’s gorgeous.”
“Way hotter than Cora.”
“Not even in the same league, honestly.”
Cora’s fingers clamped tightly around her glass.
But she quickly forced a tight smile. “Were you in our class too? How
come I don’t remember you?”
“Are you hotel staff or something?”
She emphasized “staff,” desperately trying to save face.
Still ignoring her, I walked straight into the room.
Everyone’s eyes tracked my every move.
One guy pulled out his phone, covertly fixing his hair.
The guy who had joked about a freight elevator stepped forward to
hand me a drink. “Hey, mind if I introduce myself? I’m Rayden
Harvey, from Class Three.”
I didn’t take the glass.
Instead, I stopped right in front of the two chairs pushed together.
Seeing this, Cora perked up with a smirk. “Oh, you can’t sit there.
That’s reserved for an old classmate.”
“She has a… unique build. One chair might not hold her weight.”
A few snickers rippled through the room.
Vicky gave me a once–over and sneered, “You’re so skinny, you
wouldn’t get it. Some people eat in one meal what others eat in three days.”
Neil frowned at her. “Knock it off.”
Vicky’s expression instantly soured. “I was talking about Glenda– why do you care?”
Neil hurried to explain, “I didn’t. I just think we shouldn’t talk about
that in front of a stranger.”
A stranger.
I slowly slid my coat off my shoulders and draped it over the back of the chair.
The black velvet gown clung perfectly to my figure, highlighting my narrow waist.
Silence fell over the room once again.
Neil stared at me, an unmistakable heat in his eyes. “May I ask your name?”
He took several steps toward me.
My eyes swept over the old uniform on the wall, then landed on the crowd.
“Guess you really don’t recognize me.”
“Allow me to introduce myself.”
I looked up, enunciating every word.
“I’m Glenda.”