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Chapter_32
The air in the hallway was thick with tension as Sharon strode off with her entourage, her heels clicking on the floor in rhythmic defiance. The physics students watched Yvette, waiting for her next move. Bonnie, still standing beside her, wore an expression of concern, her brow furrowed with worry.
“Ms. Gorgeous, I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Bonnie whispered, her voice barely audible. “Sharon’s one of the top students in the Frixyia department. She’s not someone you want to mess with.”
Yvette simply shrugged, a playful gleam in her eyes. “What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, it’ll be fun.”
Bonnie felt her chest tighten. She couldn’t understand Yvette’s unshakable confidence, especially in the face of such a daunting challenge. But then again, there was something about Yvette that made even the most impossible situations seem like mere stepping stones.
As the students gathered around, murmurs of disbelief filled the air. No one could quite believe Yvette had agreed to Sharon’s challenge, especially after hearing about the reputation Sharon had earned in the Frixyia department. Some students, especially the ones who had been close to Winona, looked at Yvette with a mix of admiration and fear.
“Are you sure about this?” one of the physics students, Rome, asked, his voice low. “We don’t even know if you’re familiar with Frixyia. It’s not something you can just pick up in a day.”
Yvette grinned, her cool demeanor never wavering. “You guys really don’t know me, do you?”
Her nonchalance only seemed to heighten the concern of the others. Bonnie, unsure of what to do, decided to stick by Yvette’s side. “If you really want to do this, then I’ll help you however I can,” she said, her voice earnest.
Yvette gave Bonnie a warm, yet mysterious smile. “I know, Bonnie. I appreciate it.”
Back in the student lounge, the news of Yvette’s decision to face Sharon in the upcoming Frixyia speech competition spread like wildfire. Groups of students discussed it excitedly, with many speculating on how Yvette would fare. Some were skeptical, others were intrigued, and a few were outright dismissive, sure that Sharon would crush Yvette in no time.
But in the midst of it all, one thing was certain: the entire campus was watching.
The next few days passed in a blur for Yvette. As she walked to classes, whispers followed her wherever she went. Some of her classmates were curious to know why she had accepted the challenge, others were eager to place bets on the outcome. Yvette, however, remained unfazed by the growing pressure.
In the quiet moments when she wasn’t in class or hanging out with Bonnie, Yvette would retreat to the library, her favorite sanctuary. She lost herself in books, both textbooks and novels, flipping through pages at an almost impossible pace. To an outsider, it might have seemed like she was distracted, but to Yvette, it was all part of her preparation.
When the day of the Frixyia competition arrived, the auditorium was packed with students from all departments. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation. At the center of it all stood Sharon, her air of superiority radiating from her as she prepared for the competition. She was wearing her usual confident smile, knowing full well that the odds were stacked in her favor.
Yvette, on the other hand, walked in with Bonnie at her side, her cool, collected demeanor making it clear that she wasn’t fazed by the challenge ahead. The students’ whispers quieted as Yvette made her way to the stage, her presence commanding attention.
As she stood before the microphone, her eyes scanned the crowd. There, at the back of the room, she spotted Jeremiah, his usual confident smile replaced by a look of curiosity. Yvette met his gaze for a brief moment, then turned her attention back to Sharon, who was already glaring at her.
“Well,” Sharon said, her voice dripping with disdain, “let’s see what you’ve got.”
Yvette’s smile was almost imperceptible. “I hope you’re ready to lose,” she said softly, her tone as icy as ever.
The competition began, and Sharon spoke first, her words smooth and confident. She was articulate and poised, delivering her speech with the grace of someone who had done this countless times before. The audience was enraptured, and many seemed to think that Sharon’s victory was all but assured.
Then it was Yvette’s turn. She stepped forward, the room falling silent in anticipation. Her presence was almost magnetic, and despite the odds stacked against her, she exuded an effortless confidence.
She began her speech with a slow, deliberate pace. The words she spoke were not only well-reasoned but also laced with passion and clarity. As she spoke about the topic of Frixyia, she brought a fresh perspective to the subject, one that was insightful and thought-provoking. Her delivery was smooth, her voice commanding but calm.
The audience, initially uncertain, began to lean in, captivated by her words. Even Sharon, who had been so sure of her victory, found herself unsettled. Yvette wasn’t just reciting facts; she was weaving a narrative that made Frixyia feel alive, relevant, and captivating. By the time she finished, the room was dead silent.
Then, slowly, applause began to trickle in, growing louder and louder until it filled the entire auditorium. Yvette had done it. She had turned what seemed like an impossible challenge into an overwhelming victory.
Sharon, her face flushed with frustration, stood motionless at the back of the room, unable to mask the shock on her face.
Yvette smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she walked off the stage. She didn’t need anyone’s approval. She had already proven what she needed to prove—to herself and to everyone else.
