(I'm skipping to the time after beating Imelda's—the girl who blamed—boyfriend and recording the truth. cause all it is same but not exactly. She takes money from Keifer, But doesn't give it to Mykel. She has other plans. And all these things like blaming, jay skipping school with Keifer, but it happens after just the following days after blame. And no, her still Lola didn't come yet. And when cin was being blamed, Freda posted that video. And Angelo gave her a last chance to get 100)
Finally, we had proof. But it wasn't over—not by a long shot. This wasn't going to be easy. I'd peel back every layer until I exposed the rot. And deep down, I already knew. Ella. That snake in sheep's clothing. Yesterday, in the dead of night, I'd hacked every suspect's account—slipping through firewalls like ghosts—and there she was, caught red-handed. Oh, my poor Keifer. How long will you stay blind in love with her?
"Edrix, post the video through Freya's account," Keifer ordered, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grind. His eyes burned with a mix of rage and desperation, fists balled at his sides for Ci-N.
"Wait, there's still something," I cut in, my voice steady as steel.
Everyone leaned in, the room holding its breath.
"Check Imelda's chat," I instructed Edrix.
"What's your plan, Jay?" Cin asked, with his unusual wide-eyed uncertainty. He hovered behind me, chewing his nails—a crack in his armor.
"Just wait and watch," I replied, popping a fresh lollipop into my mouth.
The cherry sweetness exploded on my tongue as I smirked, savoring the control. Sweet revenge tasted even better.
I started with Imelda's chats on purpose—they might smell a setup if I jumped straight to Ella. And sure enough, her history was scrubbed clean, like she'd waved a magic eraser over her sins. Amateur, I thought. You really thought that would stop me?
"Now check Ella's," I said, my tone casual, like I was ordering pizza.
As expected, Keifer detonated.
"I already told you Ella does nothing like that!" he roared, surging to his feet, face flushing crimson. Spittle flew from his lips; he loomed over me like a thundercloud.
I didn't flinch. Slowly, I pulled the lollipop out, meeting his glare with ice-cold calm.
"Don't yell at me. Have you forgotten who I am? I doubt everyone. I don't buy the faces they flash—the smiles, the charm. I see the masks they hide behind. The real ugliness."
My words sliced through him, and he deflated, sinking onto the bench like a puppet with cut strings. His shoulders slumped, eyes glazing over in silent defeat.
I turned back to the screen, ignoring the prickling heat of his stare drilling into my back. The group murmured nervously—whispers of "No way" and "This can't be real."
Minutes stretched like hours, the cursor blinking mockingly. The screen lit up with the truth: timestamps, messages, money trails. Then—bam—the evidence loaded: Ella's fingerprints all over the plot, scheming with Imelda, directing the hits like a director in hell.
I smirked wider, the lollipop stick twirling between my fingers.
"E-Ella is the one who planned it all," Edrix stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he scrolled through the damning proof.
The room erupted.
"What?!"
"That's impossible—she's so sweet!"
"I can't believe it. Not Ella!"
Keifer's face was a storm—shock twisting into raw betrayal, his unreadable mask cracking as his fists trembled.
"Shut up! All of you!" I shouted, slamming my palm on the desk.
The bang echoed, silencing the chaos like a gunshot. Eyes turned to me, wide and waiting. I spun to Edrix.
"I want a dozen xerox copies of every chat, every transfer. Post them all through Freya's account—make sure the whole school sees."
He nodded hesitantly, sweat beading on his forehead as the printer whirred to life. Minutes later, he handed over the thick stack—crisp pages of betrayal, black ink screaming the truth.
"I'll post it now," Edrix said, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"Good. Do it. I have business to handle meantime."
I stood, tossing the lollipop wrapper aside, and strode toward the door, my boots thudding purposefully.
"Where are you going?" Keifer barked, leaping up again, his voice raw with a mix of anger and something broken—pleading, almost.
I paused, turned, and closed the gap between us in three deliberate steps. Towering eye-to-eye, I let my words sink like hooks.
"It's okay to love, Keifer. Hell, it's human. But blind love? That's a weakness you can't afford. Don't blind yourself anymore, Watson."
I held his gaze a beat longer, watching the realization hit like a freight train, then walked away. He stood frozen, a statue of shattered illusions, as my crew fell in step behind me.
The hallway buzzed with free-period chaos, but we cut through like a blade. Every section had the hour off—teachers droning in some endless meeting. Section A's door loomed ahead. I kicked it open. There she was: Ella, perched next to Aries, giggling with their clique, all glossy hair and fake laughs. Blissfully ignorant. When Aries clocked us, his face hardened. He charged over, gang in tow, chests puffed like wannabe toughs.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" he bellowed, shoving into my space, breath hot with cheap gum.
But my eyes stayed locked on her—Ella, the architect of Cin's tears, the shadow who'd targeted us all. Her fake innocence radiated like cheap perfume. I said nothing. In one fluid motion, I hurled the xerox stack like shrapnel—papers exploding into faces, fluttering to the floor in a blizzard of evidence. Then I lunged, my hand cracking across her cheek. The slap rang out sharp and final.
"JAY!" Aries roared, throwing himself over her like a human shield, cradling her reddening face.
The entire Section A jolted—chairs scraping, gasps rippling, phones whipping out to record.
"Are you crazy?! Why the fuck did you slap her?" Aries snarled, eyes wild.
"She," I jabbed a finger at Ella, voice venomous, "framed Ci-N. Turned his world to ash."
"How can you say that for sure?" Aries shot back, challenging, but his bravado wavered.
I scooped a crumpled xerox from the floor and thrust it under his nose.
"Her chat history with Imelda. Twenty thousand pesos wired for the hit. But don't take my word—listen."
I yanked out my phone, cranked the volume, and played it. Her voice slithered through the stunned room:
"Don't be afraid. They can't find it. That Jay Jay isn't that smart, or her section. She must feel the pain I felt. Do it properly. Don't worry. They can't find us."
Click. Dead silence.
Aries deflated—not rage, not shock, but fear. Pure, gut-wrenching fear that his girl was exposed. He knew—had probably known all along. Ella shrank, her innocent facade shattering, eyes darting wildly, lips trembling in a pathetic bid for sympathy.
"W-why?" Cin whispered from behind me, voice fracturing like glass. He stepped forward, face pale, fists clenched—teetering on the edge of collapse.
Ella stared at the floor, tears welling, but they were crocodile ones. No remorse.
"You thought I'd skip your chats because of your innocent little mask?" I prowled closer, towering over her. My voice dropped to a guttural whisper, demonic and chilling.
"You're only breathing easy because you're his girlfriend. Otherwise? I'd have turned your life into a living hell—nightmares you couldn't wake from."
I slapped her again—controlled, stinging—then stepped back, letting her reel.
Aries hovered mutely, protective but powerless. I whirled on Mykel, who'd slunk to the sidelines.
"Take your dirty money. We don't need your fucking help."
The cash wad sailed from my hand, smacking his chest and raining bills across the floor.
"This is your last warning to every last one of you," I boomed, sweeping my gaze over the frozen crowd.
"Touch Section E—anyone in it—and you'll see hell. No mercy. No matter who you are, who's behind you, or how sweet you play."
I pivoted back to Ella, finger inches from her tear-streaked face.
"I'm not some girl you can judge, bully, or break."
Finally, to Freya, pale in the corner.
"Next time you even think of posting shit about us, think twice. I won't hold back. Check your socials—now."
She scrambled for her phone, scrolling frantically. Her face drained of color as notifications exploded: the posts live, her account a public execution of her so-called-friend's lies. Regret hit her like a truck.
I turned on my heel, crew flanking me like sentinels, and strode out amid stunned whispers turning to pandemonium. Back in our class, Keifer sat slumped at his desk, lost in a deep, brooding fog—eyes distant, world irreparably cracked. The blinders were off, but the pain? That was just beginning.
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Guys, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I had a marriage to attend. I know you guys will wish for extre chapters but I couldn't write. I'm sorry.