Clara Grant quickly opened the text ssage. As she’d expected, it was from Sarah Shelby:
Clara, where did you go? Why aren’t you answering your phone or replying to my texts? Are you trying to worry to death? Don’t scare , or I swear our friendship is over! Clara, where are you right now? Call back, please, Clara, I’m begging you...
Clara Grant exited her ssages. She saw she had several missed calls—a few from her mother, but the rest were all from Sarah Shelby.
She then opened WeChat and found over a hundred voice and text ssages, all from Sarah as well.
Clara was shocked. ’So many calls and ssages, and I didn’t hear a thing. I must have been dead to the world!’
Annoyed with herself for making her friend worry, she quickened her pace and called her back.
The call was answered almost instantly. Before she could even open her mouth, Sarah Shelby’s roar ca through the phone, "Clara Grant, so you finally fucking decided to call back? Where the hell have you been? Are you trying to scare and your mom to death?"
She was so worried the profanity had just slipped out.
Clara knew she was just worried, so she didn’t take it personally. She latched onto the last part of the sentence and asked nervously, "My mom’s with you? Is she okay?"
"So you do know how to worry about your mom?" Sarah’s tone softened slightly, but she still answered irritably, "Relax, she’s not with . She called today saying you didn’t co ho last night and hadn’t called. She was worried and couldn’t reach you, so she called . I was afraid she’d worry, so I lied and told her you slept at the dorm last night. I said you left your phone at my place, which is why you couldn’t call ho or answer her calls. I told her you went to make a delivery after class and didn’t have ti to swing by my place to get your phone. I said I’d tell you to call her or just go straight ho as soon as you got back."
"Oh, that’s good, that’s good." Clara breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her friend, "Thank you so much, Sarah."
"Cut the crap. Tell where you were last night and today," Sarah wasn’t buying it.
"I’ll tell you when I get back. It’s too much to explain over the phone. Are you at school or at your apartnt now?"
"I’m at my apartnt."
"Okay, wait for . I’m hanging up."
After hanging up, Clara Grant rembered that she had ridden her electric scooter to The Tuberose yesterday. There was no way she had ridden it to The Reyton, so the scooter must still be parked outside The Tuberose.
It was a bit inconvenient to go get it now, and besides, she was in a hurry to get back and put Sarah and her mom at ease.
’I’ll just get it later.’
With that thought, Clara Grant ran to the roadside to hail a taxi.
...
"What!"
Inside the apartnt, Sarah Shelby’s voice was earth-shattering, as if it would bring the ceiling down.
Clara Grant frowned slightly, her expression calm as she watched her friend’s wide, incredulous eyes staring at her.
"You an to tell ... you were drugged last night... and you... you... you slept with a strange man?" Sarah was so shocked she could barely speak properly.
Compared to Clara Grant, Sarah Shelby was much more open-minded, but even she found it hard to accept that sothing like this had happened to Clara.
"Sarah, keep it down. Do you want all your neighbors to hear that I lost my virginity?" At this mont, Clara was surprisingly the calm one.
On the way over, she had thought things through clearly. ’This isn’t the old days where a woman couldn’t go on living after losing her chastity. Besides, even if I fell into utter despair, I couldn’t die. If I died, what would happen to my mom?’
’Besides, it hasn’t co to that!’
"Clara, how can you be so calm after sothing like this happened?" What shocked and confused Sarah Shelby even more wasn’t the event itself, but her friend’s reaction to it.
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