The bell rang, signaling the start of another chaotic day at Belmont High. But little did anyone know, the real chaos was just beginning.
Anabella, Racheal, and Peace scanned the hallway, their hearts sinking with each passing second. Every face seed to be staring at them, their expressions a mix of shock, curiosity, and disgust. Anabella felt as though she might throw up.
"What’s going on exactly? Why does it feel like everyone’s staring at us?" Racheal whispered, her voice trembling with fear.
"Feel like? They are staring at us," Anabella replied, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.
"I really don’t want to believe what I’m thinking... Did... did...?" Peace began, her voice shaky, but Racheal cut her off.
"Louise?! Did he post the video?!" Racheal gasped, her eyes wide with shock. Anabella and Peace mirrored her horror as the realization hit them.
Just then, Jessica and Henry walked up to them, their expressions a mixture of worry and concern.
"You girls are dood. That Louise guy finally ruined you," Jessica whispered.
"So it’s really true?" Peace asked, her face pale, her voice a re whisper. "My family... they’re going to kill ."
"You’re still asking if it’s true?" Jessica responded, her tone sharp. "Your video is all over the school group chat and worse, it’s on other social dia platforms too." Her words sent waves of shock crashing through the girls.
"Other social dia platforms?" Anabella gasped, tears falling freely now. "That ans... everyone in the world has seen it." She collapsed against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably.
At that very mont, the door to the principal’s office swung open, revealing Clara. Her expression was furious, and it made the group flinch. A small roll of wrapped drugs fell from Racheal’s school uniform, hitting the floor with a soft thud.
Racheal quickly scrambled to pick it up, but it was too late. Clara had already seen it.
"Fuck," Henry muttered under his breath.
"All of you inside. And bring that with you," Clara ordered sternly, her voice brooking no argunt as she turned and made her way into her office. The group followed, heads bowed in dejection.
Inside the office, Clara sat behind her desk, her expression as cold as ice. Mr. Jas, seated next to her, wore a grim look. A special cri commission officer was also present, examining the drugs that had fallen from Racheal’s uniform. The group stood in front of the desk, their heads hanging in sha, awaiting the principal’s command.
"We’ve been dealing with the distribution of hard drugs on school grounds this week," Clara began, her voice rising in anger. "And it turns out the culprits are you. I am beyond disappointed!"
The group imdiately fell to their knees, unsure of what else to do, their guilt weighing them down.
"We’re not the distributors, ma’am," Racheal stamred, her hands shaking. "We just bought it for ourselves. That’s all."
"Oh, really?" Clara’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "Do you take for a fool, young lady? The sale of hard drugs only started this week, and no student here has enough monthly allowance to buy two drugs at a ti, let alone thirty wrapped packages like the ones we found on you!" She slamd her hand down on the table. "Explain that!"
"I... I..."
"Think carefully before you speak," Clara warned, her eyes narrowing. "I already called your father, as well as the parents of Anabella and Peace, this morning right after we saw you girls leaked video. Your father, Racheal, made it very clear that he had disowned you before the video was released. So where did you get the money for these drugs?"
Instead of replying, Racheal broke down, her sobs echoing in the room as her body shook uncontrollably. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
"I... I did it to make so money," Racheal admitted, her voice barely audible.
"To make money?" Mr. Jas cut in, his tone firm but curious. "Is that your excuse?"
Racheal’s eyes darted to Jessica, who stood frozen, her face pale with guilt and fear.
"Tell them, Racheal," Jessica whispered, her voice trembling.
Taking a deep breath, Racheal straightened her back. "I’m the dealer. My friends are innocent."
The room went deathly silent. Anabella, Peace, Jessica, and Henry stared at Racheal, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Racheal was taking the fall for all of them.
Clara’s eyes narrowed, her expression darkening. "Oh, really? Are you trying to cover up for these little friends of yours?" She scanned the faces of the others.
Racheal t her gaze, her voice unwavering. "No, I did it alone. That’s why I’m taking all the bla."
"And who do you get the drugs from?" the special cri officer asked, his voice calm but penetrating. "You’re a student, you’re not getting these drugs yourself. Is soone supplying you from outside the school?"
"I get them from the black market," Racheal lied, her voice steady. "The real boss never shows his face, so I don’t know who he is. I was planning to stop after selling these thirty wraps. That’s why I cut ties with him."
"Really?" The officer raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
"Yes," Racheal continued, desperation creeping into her voice. "I only did this to survive. I couldn’t ask my friends for help because I thought they’d mock . By the ti I realized they wouldn’t, I was already in too deep."
The room was silent, save for the sound of Racheal’s quiet sobs. Clara’s expression softened slightly, but her tone remained firm.
"I’m afraid it’s too late for excuses, Racheal. The damage is done. You’ve brought sha not only to this school but to your family. The consequences will be severe."
Mr. Jas stepped forward. "We’ll need to call the police. Possession and distribution of hard drugs are serious offenses."
Racheal’s eyes widened in horror. "No, please... not the police..."
Clara’s voice was cold. "You should have thought about that before getting involved with drugs. And by the way, the police are already working to have the video taken down, but unfortunately, everyone has seen it."
Racheal’s heart shattered as she collapsed into more tears. Her sobs echoed through the room.
"You need to understand the gravity of your actions," Clara said, her voice stern. "You’ve not only hurt yourself, you’ve dragged the school, your friends and family into this ss."
Racheal wiped her eyes and looked up, her expression determined. "I know. I’ll face the consequences."
Clara nodded curtly. "The police will arrive soon. You’d better cooperate fully."
As she spoke, the door opened, and Officer Thompson entered, flanked by two other officers.
"Racheal, you’re under arrest for the possession and distribution of hard drugs," Officer Thompson announced.
Though her eyes were wide with fear, Racheal stood up, resigned to her fate.
As the officers handcuffed Racheal, Anabella and Peace burst into tears. "Racheal, no!" Anabella cried out, but Racheal’s expression remained resolute.
"I did this, guys. I’ll face it alone," she said, as she was led out of the principal’s office. Her friends followed behind, weeping.
The scene outside the office was chaotic. Students whispered among themselves, their faces filled with shock and curiosity as they watched Racheal being taken away.
"I feel so guilty," Jessica murmured under her breath, tears welling up in her eyes. "I caused all of this."
"You didn’t, Louise did," Henry spat, his teeth clenched in anger. "That bastard!" He stord away, followed by Anabella, Peace, and Jessica.
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anwhile, Olive, Mark, Lara, and Aiden were seated in the scholarship students’ cafeteria, their expressions somber. They had been like that since early morning, ever since they saw the girls’ video.
Aiden, however, looked more dejected than the rest. Guilt gnawed at him. He had wanted to ruin the girls and he did but he felt no satisfaction.
Why do I feel this way? Aiden thought, his expression guilt-ridden. I didn’t send the video willingly, but now it’s out there... and I feel responsible.
"How could Louise do this?" Olive said quietly, her expression sad. "I wonder how the girls are holding up."
"They were called to the principal’s office, and Racheal was arrested for drug possession and distribution," Lucas’s voice chid in as he sat down next to Olive.
"Arrested? Drugs?!" Olive, Mark, and Lara exclaid in unison, their faces full of disbelief.
"Yeah. Turns out Racheal’s the reason drugs have been circulating in the school," Lucas said, shaking his head. "I wouldn’t be surprised if her friends were involved too. But she took the bla herself."
"How do you know all this?" Olive asked, frustration tightening her voice.
"My sister’s the principal," Lucas replied smugly. "I can get information whenever I want. My family’s working to bring down the video too. Those girls really ruined themselves."
"Louise is a bastard. How could he post it?" Lara added, her face red with anger.
"But why do I feel like Louise isn’t the cause of this?" Olive mused, her brow furrowing in suspicion. "I an, sure, he took the video, but what would he gain from actually posting it? Wasn’t the whole point to use it to blackmail the girls into doing what he wanted?"
Her question felt heavy, causing Aiden to shift uncomfortably in his seat.
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