Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Lance, maintaining a stoic face, simply clicked his tongue.

Then he came in and sat down on the sofa.

Gently guiding Bettie, Sabrina handed her a glass of water, instructing, “Take a sip of water first.”

Bettie obediently drank, appearing as compliant as a child.

Then Sabrina asked, “Bettie, do you want to eat more?”

Before Bettie could reply, a classmate sitting next to Sabrina interjected, “Was that Bradley? You know him?”

At the mention of Bradley, the murmurs grew louder, and everyone’s eyes turned to Sabrina.

Feeling the weight of the many eyes on her, Sabrina hesitated, then confirmed with a nod. “Yes, Bradley’s a friend of ours.”

A mix of awe and envy, the person asked, “Could you maybe get Bradley’s autograph for me?”

“Me too! Please I‘d love one.”

“I’d be so grateful if you could get one for me as well.”

“I’d love one too, Bettie.”

Before Sabrina could respond, Bettie reassured everyone. “Sure thing! Leave it to me!”

“Bettie, you’re the best!” hanks so much, Bettie

“You and Bradley must be really close, huh? He brought you here himself.”

A shadow of bitterness clouded Lance’s eyes.

The crowd was buzzing, all focused on Bettie.

When Elora caught sight of this moment, a touch of envy flickered in her eyes, and she squeezed her fists with intensity.

Why?

Why did Bettie always seem to outshine her, whether it was with their peers or with Lance?

What did Bettie have that she lacked?

Amid the chatter, another voice piped up. “Bettie, are you friends with other celebrities too?”