Wendy's eyes reddened at once. In a wounded voice, she said, "Nancy, I know you hate me, but you can't accuse me like that. My birthday's coming up, and I just wanted to do something nice. If this upsets you, then I won't do it. Everyone can pay their own tuition."
The moment she said that, everyone instantly exploded. Some people hurled books at me while others shoved me until I hit the floor.
"Nancy Garcia! You carry that fake bag that's worth ten dollars every day, and you really think you're some rich heiress?! If you don't want her money, fine. But why are you stopping Wendy from paying for us?! How can you be this vicious?"
"Fifteen thousand dollars is enough for me to buy outfits for a whole year. What right do you have to stop Wendy from paying our tuition?"
"Wendy is a beautiful, kind-hearted heiress. What makes a fake poser like you think you can reject her offer for everyone else?"
I was speechless. All I said was that I did not want Wendy's money, and somehow that turned into me stopping her from paying the whole class's tuition?
I opened my mouth wanting to explain, but a slap landed across my face instead. I looked up and saw Ivan Sanders caressing Wendy with a heartbroken expression on his face. Then, he pointed at me and roared, "Are you really that petty?! Wendy was kind enough to pay the whole class's tuition and help everyone, and this is how you treat her? You're disgusting!"
My face burned in pain as I gritted my teeth. Then, I grabbed Ivan by the hair and slapped him three to four times continuously. "If something's wrong with your brain, go get it checked! If you can't understand human language, then go live like an animal!"
The professor rushed over and yanked me back before yelling at me. "Where's your respect for me, Nancy?! How dare you hit someone right in front of me?"
I felt myself exploding. The professor had done nothing when I was slapped, but the second I fought back, suddenly I was the one at fault. "Professor, your hypocrisy is so obvious you might as well tattoo it on your forehead."
The professor glared at me. "Watch your tongue. You started this. Wendy was kind enough to offer to pay the whole class's tuition. Not only did you not appreciate it, but then you bullied her and even tried to stop her from paying for everyone else. You're just jealous because she's richer and kinder than you."
I smiled in speechlessness. "I never said she couldn't pay anyone else's tuition. I just simply said I don't take handouts."
With that, I turned and walked out. They kept cursing at me behind my back. They spat at me and called me fake while throwing every filthy insult my way they could think of. I ignored them and walked straight out of the classroom.
The moment I left the building, I called the bank and froze my supplementary card.
Without my card, I wanted to see how Wendy was going to pay that 750,000 dollars in tuition.
Over the next week, the entire class shut me out. I acted like nothing had happened and treated every icy stare as if I did not see it.
One day after class, the professor walked in carrying a card reader.
"Today's the last day to pay the tuition, Wendy. I borrowed a card reader from the university, so go ahead and pay the tuition for our class."
Wendy pulled a black card with gold lettering out of her bag, and everyone who was looking at her gasped.
"Is that the legendary black card?"
"I can't believe I'm actually seeing one of those black cards that only exist in stories in real life."
"You actually have a black card? Are you the daughter of the richest family in the state?"
Wendy kept a calm face and said, "Come on, it's just a card. My family has plenty more."
The professor carefully took the black card and swiped it through the reader.
However, nothing happened with the card reader. He tried several times, but not a single cent went through.
