Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1072

"Juniper Payne—"

Sheryl’s knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists. She lifted her chin, ready to launch into a tirade, but the crowd cut her off.

"They're not wrong. If the med school professors knew you couldn't identify a textbook seizure, they'd probably drop dead from sheer disappointment."

"Hey, keep your voice down. Are you talking about Sheryl?"

"You got a death wish? Her dad is on the university board! He could have you expelled by lunchtime."

"Oh, gee, my deepest apologies, Ms. Yardley," a guy drawled with heavy sarcasm. "We shouldn't have pointed out that you're all designer labels and zero brain cells."

"Hey, what hospital are you working at after graduation? Just so I know where absolutely never to go if I'm dying."

"Pfft—"

The flawless execution of the insult earned a chorus of laughter from the onlookers. The sharp, mocking giggles grated against Sheryl’s eardrums. The fury building in her chest was one second away from a volcanic eruption.

"Sheryl, don't waste your breath on them," one of her sycophant friends whispered, grabbing her arm and muttering something in her ear.

Sheryl’s twisted expression smoothed out slightly. A smug, venomous smile crept onto her lips as she glared at Juniper. "You all better pray your precious Goddess stays on her little pedestal. Because the second she falls..."

She let the threat hang. If Juniper ever stumbled, Sheryl would make sure every single person who had mocked her today went down too.

"Watch your mouth," the dance major shot back. "My idol is smart, strong, and actually has a good heart. She's going to be just fine."

"Unlike some nepotism baby who uses her dad's name as a personality. Karma's a bitch, you know."

"You..." Sheryl grounded her teeth, her eyes sweeping over the crowd like a sniper picking targets. "Let's wait and see who karma comes for first."

With that, she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and stormed off, her high heels clicking furiously against the pavement.

...

"You guys have some nerve," a timid bystander muttered once Sheryl was out of earshot. "Aren't you worried she'll run crying to her dad?"

"We didn't say anything that wasn't true," the dance major reasoned, though she looked a little rattled. "Besides, she only got in because of connections. She doesn't know the first thing about medicine."

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