The Villains Must Win-Chapter 123: Reid Graves 3

As soon as they reached an isolated corner of the school, Tabitha crossed her arms and leaned against the wall like she had better things to do. She eyed Roman lazily, as if he was nothing more than an annoying pop-up ad model she was about to crumple.

"What do you want, Roman? Make it quick—I don’t have time to waste on whatever ego trip you’re on," she said, tilting her head with an unimpressed look.

Roman’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t used to people—especially someone like her—talking to him like that.

Normally, people stammered, groveled, or at least pretended to respect him. But Tabitha? She looked like she was about to check her nails while he talked.

"You think you’re cool shit just because you pushed Stacey?" he sneered, stepping closer. "You think you can get away with that?"

Tabitha didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled, slow and knowing, which only irritated him more. "Oh, Roman," she sighed dramatically, "sweetheart, I didn’t push her. I just helped her realize lockers are harder than her face, but less makeup."

Roman’s friends snickered, but quickly shut up when he shot them a glare.

"You really think you’re untouchable now?" he asked, voice low. "I could make your life hell."

Tabitha raised a brow. "Oh? And how would you do that?" She stepped forward, just enough that Roman instinctively took a half-step back before catching himself. She was tall, broad-shouldered, and had the kind of presence that made people hesitate.

"I mean, sure, you could try to mess with me," she continued, her tone light but her gaze sharp. "But let’s be real—you’re not the type to lay hands on a girl, are you?"

Roman’s expression twitched.

"Yeah," she smirked. "That’s what I thought. Big bad Roman, terror of the school, but deep down, you’ve got a code. You don’t hit girls. And that’s really cute, actually." She patted his shoulder like he was some little puppy trying to act tough.

Roman clenched his fists, every muscle in his body screaming to lash out. But she was right. He didn’t hit girls.

Tabitha took a step back, dusted off her uniform, and flashed a grin. "So, if you’re done with your tough-guy act, I’ve got better things to do. Try not to lose sleep over me, yeah?"

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Roman standing there, fists clenched, completely thrown off his game.

And worst of all?

He realized he kinda liked it.

"Dude, you just let her go like that?" one of Roman’s friends asked, still baffled.

Roman exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "You know we don’t hit girls."

"Yeah, yeah, but we could mess with her in other ways. Embarrass her, spread rumors—hell, we could make her life miserable without lifting a finger."

Roman rolled his eyes. "Do whatever you want. I don’t have time for that shit." He was just supposed to scare Tabitha, video it and spread it and that was the end of it.

"Just send Stacey the pictures so she gets off my back. I swear, if I have to hear her whining in my ear one more time, I might actually lose my mind."

His friend laughed, already pulling out his phone. "Heh. Alright, boys, you heard the man. Let’s have some fun with fatty."

And so it began. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The next few days, the guys tried every trick in the book to get under Tabitha’s skin. They slipped mean notes into her locker, whispering "Oops, locker’s about to collapse under all that weight!" whenever she walked past. Someone even Photoshopped her onto a sumo wrestler’s body and plastered it around the school.

But Tabitha? Oh, she didn’t just roll with the punches—she punched back with words sharper than a knife.

When they left a note saying "Cafeteria’s running out of food thanks to you," she held it up in class and read it aloud in a serious tone, like it was an official school announcement. "Attention everyone, apparently, I am personally responsible for the cafeteria’s food shortage. I deeply apologize for my insatiable hunger and promise to eat three whole students to make up for it. Volunteers?"

The class erupted into laughter while the boys gritted their teeth.

The next day, they "accidentally" spilled a drink on her chair before she sat down.

Tabitha sniffed her wet skirt, then turned to them. "Oh wow, grape soda? That’s cute. I was expecting at least a caramel macchiato if you were gonna try this hard. Step up your game, boys."

The boys attempt with the classic bucket-over-the-door prank, filling it with filthy mop water straight from the janitor’s closet. They waited eagerly, picturing the moment Tabitha would step through and get drenched in the rancid liquid, humiliated in front of everyone. But as she approached, she suddenly stopped, her nose wrinkling as if she could smell the disaster waiting for her.

With a smirk, she reached for the door and yanked it open—hard. The bucket, instead of tipping onto her, went flying forward and crashed directly onto one of the boys. A loud splatter echoed through the hallway as grayish water soaked him from head to toe.

"Aww, man," Tabitha gasped dramatically, tilting her head. "Looks like someone’s taking a surprise bath today! How does it feel to be cleansed?"

The hallway erupted into laughter as the poor guy stood frozen, reeking of mildew and defeat. Even Roman had to turn away, his lips twitching as he tried to hold in a chuckle.

Their next attempt was even worse. This time, they wanted to humiliate her in a way she couldn’t shake off—by sneaking up behind her and yanking down her sweatpants in front of the whole school. The moment she walked past, one of them lunged forward, hands reaching for her waistband.

Before he could even touch her, Tabitha spun around with the precision of someone who knew she was being targeted. In one swift motion, she grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and leaned in close.

"You tryna undress me?" she whispered, her grip tightening as the guy let out a strangled yelp. "Oh, honey, that’s cute."

With a sudden jerk, she used his own momentum against him, yanking down his pants instead. The air was filled with a stunned silence before someone gasped. Then, as if on cue, the entire hallway exploded into laughter.