Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates Chapter 90-There Is No 10th Floor

Helanie:

"Let go—" I gestured for her to step out of my way, but she kept coming at . If only she listened to , she would have saved herself from the upcoming disaster.

"What if I don’t? What would you do then?" she asked, coming so close that I had no choice. I didn’t do it on purpose, but it happened.

The disgusting feeling of throwing up made gag even more, and before I knew it, I blurted it out, spitting everything on her.

In short, I threw up all over her perfectly pressed uniform.

"Eww!" she scread, while I coughed and continued to throw up. Chaos erupted throughout the cafeteria as I knelt down, feeling dizzy.

"Get her out of here, soone!" I heard soone scream in disgust.

That was exactly what I wanted to do—to leave!

But this girl had the audacity to step in my way and stop .

"Hey, let’s get you out of here," a familiar voice said. I couldn’t even make out the commotion around as I kept my head down, but Jenny had already wrapped her arm around my back to help stand.

She helped rush out, but soone suddenly slapped her hand off my back. I was dizzy and didn’t have the energy for any argunt.

"Aren’t you too pretty to be helping soone?" Lucy’s voice was filled with hurt, and I knew she would take the comnts too seriously. But honestly, it wasn’t her fault. Jenny did nothing wrong. She even stood up to defend us.

"I’m so sorry, but Lucy, you shouldn’t focus on what they’re saying right now. Helanie nee—" Jenny tried to continue walking, but Lucy interrupted, freeing from her embrace and wrapping my arm around her own shoulder.

"You don’t need to tell how I should take care of my friend," Lucy groaned, pulling away. At this point, I just wanted them to stop arguing and let go.

Thankfully, Jenny didn’t follow us, and we managed to get out of the academy without further incident. The mont the fresh air hit my face, I felt much better. But now, I had to clean up, and the pounding headache wasn’t helping.

"You feeling okay?" Lucy asked, rubbing my back gently.

"I feel terrible, Lucy. I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to the academy again," I muttered, feeling like I wanted to disappear in that mont.

That Riri girl wouldn’t leave alone now.

"It wasn’t your fault. Anyone would gag with such ugly people—apart from , being an to you," she said, her words making frown.

I had my body bent over, hands on my knees, taking deep breaths.

"You are not ugly. Don’t listen to them. They were just trying to get a reaction out of you," I said, trying to make her understand the cruel reality of the world we live in. People don’t really like to see others happy.

"Then why only ? They didn’t try to get a reaction out of anyone else, Helanie. Let’s just admit it—I’m not very pretty, definitely nothing compared to Jenny," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. She made feel so bad for her.

"You’re comparing yourself to her for no reason, honestly. Gavin loves you—clearly, he loves you only. Jenny just seems to want to be close to us. Not to Gavin," I said, trying to explain what I had observed. I understood why Jenny might be trying so hard to fit in with us. Being Gavin’s roommate, maybe she wanted the group to expand, making things more peaceful for everyone.

"I don’t know anymore. My confidence has really gone down, Helanie. After what happened today, I feel like I’m not good enough," she said softly. I can understand her emotions.

I knew this would happen. Those bullies didn’t just attack our emotions or bodies—they were torturing us ntally.

"That’s not true. You are more than enough. Look at yourself in the mirror and tell you’re not pretty, you are gorgeous. Those bullies are the worst—don’t let them get to you," I said with a sigh, feeling a little better myself.

But she didn’t seem to budge. The way she shook her head, barely moving, made feel even angrier at Arlo for his comnts.

For a mont, I thought about going to Emt to tell him what had happened in the cafeteria. But then I rembered how things worked around here. The bullies were seen as a way to "test" a person’s strength—how they responded, reacted, and fought back.

If I kept running to Emt for help, I’d be labeled weak. I didn’t want to act like a child going around complaining.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked, changing the subject and checking on .

"I’m not entirely okay. Maybe once I change and get into my comfy bed, I’ll feel better," I said softly.

Thankfully, Lucy understood. We really needed to get away from here. I wasn’t sure if the bullies would co after us, and it wasn’t just the top seniors—they weren’t the only ones doing the bullying. Even so of the other seniors were actively targeting the juniors.

"Anyway, let’s get you to your room. You should change and rest," Lucy said, holding my arm and starting to walk to the hostel.

I was in a really bad state, feeling weak as if I might throw up again.

"Co on, you’ll be fine. We’ll get you so soup—and even candies! Candies and chocolates always work for ," Lucy said, trying to sound cheerful. I knew she was faking it, but I let her.

I did intend to have a conversation with her later and remind her how special she is.

As we walked into the elevator, I noticed Lucy take a deep breath. She usually took the stairs like the rest of the students, so this must have been her first ti using it. I felt the need to warn her about the buttons though.

Last ti, I had accidentally pressed the button for the 10th floor, and the hallucination that followed made everything so much creepier. I will be lying if I say I haven’t thought about checking that floor myself to see if it was indeed just a hallucination. Sothing just told it was more than just that.

"Be careful with the buttons. Don’t press the 10th floor," I sighed, barely able to keep my eyes open. I rembered the last ti it happened—the weirdest hallucination had left shaken.

Later that evening, when I returned from dinner and took the elevator alone, since Gavin and Lucy had taken the stairs, arguing the whole way, the 10th floor button had kept blinking, as if asking to be pressed.

"Huh? Don’t worry, I won’t land you on the 9th floor," Lucy said quickly, pressing the right button before turning back to support .

"No! I’m talking about the 10th floor," I said, taking a deep breath, my voice trembling. My vision was blurred by tears, though I tried to make it seem like it was just because I wasn’t feeling well.

I wasn’t feeling well—there was no lie in that. But the truth was, I was also hurt and worried.

"Helanie! What are you talking about?" Lucy’s voice had a hint of playfulness, but I couldn’t bring myself to smile.

"The 10th floor... it just clicks by itself. And then—I don’t know—the elevator doesn’t actually go to the 10th floor," I said, struggling to piece together my thoughts. Was it real? Should I ever check it out? I an, if there is a floor, there must be students there in the dorm rooms.

"Um, there is no 10th floor. The building only has nine floors," Lucy said matter-of-factly.

The minute those words left her mouth, I opened my eyes and turned my head, raising it from where it rested against the wall of the elevator. I stared at her, suddenly alert. She didn’t seem like she was joking.

Quickly, I glanced at the buttons. Sure enough, there was no 10th-floor button.

"Huh? But I saw the button—" I trailed off, confused. I clearly rembered seeing the button before. Even after the hallucination, I had seen it. So, it wasn’t just in my head.

But now... there was no button at all?

"You must have mistaken it for the 9th floor," Lucy said gently, rubbing my arm in an attempt to comfort .

"No, Lucy. I know what I saw. There was another floor—" I stopped myself, unsure of what I was saying. What if I was wrong? What if it was a hallucination?

What if there was never a button?

"Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m just not feeling well," I mumbled under my breath, rubbing my face with my hands to calm myself.

The elevator door opened with a soft ding, and Lucy helped out, guiding toward our room with so much care it made my chest ache.