#CHAPTER 36 Confession

It happened so fast that even in a gossip-heavy place like Scarlet University, no one was really certain what had happened that morning. There had been next to no witnesses except the couple dozen confused passersby who had been straining to see what was happening between the cars and over everyone else's shoulders, and Flicka's friends certainly weren't going to tell anyone the truth. By the end of the day, the general consensus was that there hadn't actually been a fight, but that I had shouted Flicka down and reduced her to pitiful tears. Somehow, she had also ended up naked, caught by one phone camera that had managed to film about two haphazard seconds of the incident. But that too was written off as a wardrobe malfunction. Certainly the tiny hybrid girl couldn't have actually beaten Flicka in a real fight. In some ways, it was even better than the truth. The sheer humiliation of the rumors must have been the reason Flicka never showed up to the afternoon class we shared. Afte