Part 2Penny-pinching Roomate Takes an 8-dollar Yoga Class Ended up With a Broken Leg From a Fraudulent Teacher

Watching Lily storm off, I felt upset.

But I knew she wasn't a bad person. She was straightforward and cheerful.

Maybe she was also a bit naive, which had made her used as a pawn for others before, not just once or twice.

So, I was sure she wasn't the one spreading that rumor.

Who did this?

I glanced over at my good friend Emma's desk, where a few newly bought, unfamiliar yoga books were sitting.

A thought popped into my head.

Just then, Emma walked in after finishing up her wash.

As soon as she saw me, there was a fleeting look of guilt and greed in her eyes—something hard to explain.

But she quickly put on her usual smile and said, "Hey, sweetie, when did you get back?"

I just stared at her, not saying a word.

She came over and took my hands. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Considering she was my best friend, but at the same time might be the one spreading the rumor, my tears suddenly started to fall.

I was overwhelmed with hurt. "Emma, are you the one..."

Before I could finish, a group of classmates rushed into the room.

It was Belle Dassler who showed up with the other classmates. She shouted angrily, "Sophia Johnson! You money-grubber! You're even scheming against your own classmates!"

"Exactly! Are you some wild child raised without a sense of responsibility?"

I was so scared that I kept backing away.

Emma quickly ducked behind a classmate for cover.

Belle's face came right up to mine as she viciously demanded, "Sophia Johnson! You promised us you'd get us in touch with the factory and get us those yoga mats at the cheapest price. Don't you have any shame?"

Hearing her words, I was trembling with anger. "The factory sold them to us at the wholesale price of 68 dollars and even threw in yoga bricks and stretch bands!"

Belle threw two yoga bricks at my face.

"Who the hell wants your crappy yoga bricks? Take them back!"

"That's right! Giving away gifts? They were clearly just the leftovers!"

Blood immediately started gushing from my nose.

Fear flashed across the faces of my classmates, but it vanished just as quickly.

I grabbed some tissues and held them to my nose, sniffling, "I have the chat logs with the factory owner. You can take a look."

"Pfft! Chat logs can be faked! You're both in on it! Who would believe you?"

Belle pointed at me and cursed, "Don't give me that pity act! Refund the money for the yoga mats, now!"

"Exactly! We want a refund!"

"Give us back the extra charges for the classes too!"