Companion To Paris
Gossip

"Yes. I think there is someone who is a prank" Paris said with a stifled growl. Sandra looked towards Paris. He was sure that his best friend would soon explode. It's really dangerous. Banu left them.

"Calm down, Paris." Sandra immediately advised. Paris is still just growling.

"I haven't done anything yet" Paris said, widening her eyes to protest against Sandra.

"I understand, but I know you're gonna do something." Sandra knows who Paris is. This girl shrugged her shoulders unconcerned.

"That's sure. I've never had a fuss with the kids here, but they've done this kind of prank" Paris said grumpily.

"Better ignore it. You don't like that. You're a good girl." Sandra tried to calm her best friend and sister-in-law. "It's just writing."

"Eitherway. I can be quiet or not later." Paris clenched her hands tightly. Sandra sighed.

After the cafeteria, Paris wanted to go to the toilet. He told Sandra to go back to class because she was almost at the break bell after ringing.

"To class first. I'm going to the toilet" Paris said.

"Are you right, I'm staying?" sandra asked doubtfully.

"Yes. Soon enter the problem. Instead of both of us getting sprayed, you better be the sender of the message if the guidance teacher nyari me."

"OKAY. I'm going to class ..." Paris nodded. After Sandra left to return to class, Paris deflected her steps to go to the toilet on the right. Half-run Paris to the toilet.

The bell rang after Sandra got to class. Real lucky. A few minutes later, the teacher showed up. Banu turned to her by moving his chin. Ask the whereabouts of Paris. Sandra just pointed outside the classroom.

When the teacher passed, of course he was looking for Paris that was not next to him. Sandra told me that the girl was going to the toilet.

When the name Paris was mentioned earlier, Sandra had caught the strange gaze of some people. This girl tried to pay attention, indeed they were looking at her stool with a curious face. What was?

Maybe when the lesson started they stopped looking like that, but when the teacher finished his teaching hours and went out to the office, their views returned like that. Paris did not show up.

"Where's Paris, San?" asked Banu the class leader directly when the teacher came out.

"In the toilet."

"In the toilet long ago."

"Constipation yes," ledek another guy friend giggling. Sandra just glanced sharply.

"Yes. Maybe he's dizzy and into the UKS. You see, she complained of pain" Sandra said, lying. The girl was not in the mood and a little low battery. But it wasn't pain, it was because today there was something between him and Biema.

"Have you seen the chat in the school chat group?" ask Banu.

"No. Why?" ask Sandra astonished.

"There's a story about Paris going around right now."

"News about Paris?" Sandra was surprised.

"Look at yourself." Banu returned to his stool. Sandra opens a group chat and finds the latest chat. An image appeared that made him widen his eyes.

Sandra couldn't reach Paris because Paris gave her a cell phone. So Paris's phone is in his hand. Sandra started to panic and get anxious. Not only because the guidance counselor was looking for her, but also because of the gossip in the school chat group. About Paris as a call girl.

Sandra was looking down at a picture of Paris and someone, when her friend came to her, "San, really not Paris like that?" ask a classmate who seems to have wanted to ask. They are also curious.

"Obviously not" answered Sandra confidently.

"That picture means fake?"

"Maybe." Because Sandra seemed to find something in the photo, she hesitated to say it was fake.

"Why do you doubt?" ask them to doubt.

"It's not. I'm sure Paris isn't that kind of girl. When it comes to the photo, I don't understand it either. Whether it's fake or genuine."

Paris, why don't you go back to class? You where? There's news that's more exciting than just that fad.

A few minutes into Paris' toilet, she faintly heard the voices of girls chatting.

"Hihihi .. surely Paris was shocked to see the writing."

"Why joke like that, anyway?"

"Handid? Notwithstanding. I'm not kidding. Let's see for ourselves it's the same kid om-om."

"You're the one who's her."

"Yes, he's holding his cheek. Paris is now a teenage girl. Yes, a child."

"Totally so."

"When I asked the next day to the others, it turned out that he had permission not to go to school because of illness at that time. Just when we're mergokin he's the same o'm."

"So he pretended to be sick to be able to walk the same guy?"

"It's true."

"Wow, he's been on a high level about soan times ..."

"Yep. I mean that way."

Brak! Paris opened the toilet door. The heads of the three girls immediately turned to the open toilet door.

"You-you?" ask them surprised. They did not expect that there would be a name master talking about. When they talked about Paris, this girl was in the toilet.

"So you're the ones who stuck the paper on my back?" ask Paris.

"Yeah. Why why?" ask one of them to vent.

"I'm the one who wants to ask. Why are you doing that ridiculous thing?" tanya Paris fierce.

"You're afraid of getting caught by the teacher, if you're a call girl?" said the other.

"Call girl?!" Paris growling. His feet stepped forward wanting to grab and crush them.

"Akk!!" They were terrified because Paris really wanted to beat them up. But Paris does not really want to beat. It makes no sense to beat those who can talk. Paris is like that. This fighting guy was just bluffing them.

"I could've beaten you up here, but I'm still sane. So please keep your brains from thinking anything about me."

"We don't think much, really," defended one of them.

"really. About you being a call girl is a fact." Paris frowned.

"What are the facts? You know for yourself that I'm like that, huh?!"

"There's proof! Huh!" The girl who has since fiddled with the phone, now shows an image uploaded through a chat application. This school group.

Biema, inner Paris.

It's a picture of him and Biema in front of the apartment building. Biema's face is not very clearly visible because of the angle. Only the fine hairs on Biema's chin showed that Paris was a grown man. But Paris knew it was Biema.

Suddenly Paris felt her eyes hot. Something made him cramped. A strange feeling that urged his tears to well up. Paris wants to cry.

The girls were watching Paris suddenly freeze. They know Paris wants to cry. They think it's natural. Because this is a disgrace. Anybody must have been in deep shock when his disgrace opened.