Part 3The Crimson Redemption

"Not as dirty as your mouth."

I stood up abruptly, snatched the pad from Zach’s hand, and SLAP—I stuck the adhesive side right over his mouth.

"Zach Stone, since you're so curious about feminine products, have a taste. If that doesn't satisfy your curiosity, meet me at the girls' bathroom after school. I'll stuff a used one in your mouth."

A used one...

The classroom went dead silent.

Veins popped on Zach’s forehead. He ripped the pad off his face, threw it on the ground, and kicked my desk over.

"Lily Harper! Are you crazy? I'll beat you to death!"

He towered half a head over me, eyes bloodshot with rage. The bruising on his cheekbones and the scabs on his knuckles were trophies from his street fights.

In the past, if Zach looked at me like that, I would have apologized and ran.

But today, I hooked my lips into a cold smile. Under the stunned gaze of the entire class, I unwrapped the second pad I was holding and smoothly slapped it onto his forehead.

"Remember, I'm not Period Girl. I'm your Period Grandma!"

[Did I see that right? Lily slapped him with a pad AGAIN?]

[SATISFYING!!!]

[Lily, you are actually unhinged. Next time a guy jokes about periods, I'm doing this!]

[Period Grandma, I'm dying! Lily, you're brave!]

[Don't celebrate too early. Zach isn't someone to mess with. Don't forget the ending for Lily and Sarah.]

The chat cheered for a moment before turning dark again.

They said that in a month, Sarah would die, I would go insane, and most of the students and teachers of 10th Grade Homeroom 3 would live in the shadow of this event forever.

And it all started with this one sanitary pad.