Chapter 5: Dumb Dumb

As soon as I reached our room, I immediately showered and even prayed to all the gods out there to not let Amelia get inside our room yet, since if that happens, I wouldn’t be able to do my job properly.

The water hit my face, and I shivered at the coldness of it. I grimaced at my own stupidity, for forgetting to make the water warm before showering. After doing my thing in the bathroom, I was shivering. I even saw my reflection in the mirror and there I saw my pale lips and the dark circles showing on the bottom of my eyes.

“Why do I look so ugly today?” I asked myself, while still looking at the mirror as I finish my skincare routine, in hopes of it improving my face since I really look like I haven’t slept for a week because of the bags under my eyes.

With my robe wrapped around my body, I walked towards my walk-in closet, and there I chose a simple night jammies, since I’m not sure if Amelia would be comfortable seeing me wear a thin silk nightgown. And I myself wouldn’t be too comfortable in doing so. I might even look weird in her eyes, and I don’t ever want that to happen!

When I was finally finished, I checked the room first for any sound and I was glad I could hear nothing. It means Amelia isn’t back, and that also means I can still check the secret files that Jada sent to my phone. I went to my bag since my phone is in there, and took it before laying down on my bed.

A smirk escaped my lips when I saw the file. I opened it, and there lies all the information that can clearly ruin the school’s reputation in no time. I was baffled after looking at some of it. I haven't even read everything, but I know all these are fucked up.

I have done bad things, but never did I do things like these. It was horrific to think that one girl who’s an officer made a male teacher have sex with a student whom they drugged here and have it recorded, soon after she released it in the school’s underground app and had that student expelled without even listening to that student’s side. The school even gave an award to that officer for discovering this act as what they call sinful. But what shocked me more was that the male teacher was still here.

What the actual fuck?

How come the school never tried to hear the victim’s side? Why are they so focused on always making sure that the officers are always what others see as the righteous ones? And why is the male professor still here?

I could feel my whole-body trembling because of anger and disappointment. How many more secrets are there to be discovered? And where do Jada and the others get all this information?

I bit my lower lip too harsh, I could taste the metal taste of my own blood. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh as I counted one to ten in order to calm myself.

What I read is so disastrous, and there’s even an underground app for the students here. I’ve never heard of that, so I should ask the other girls about it in order to have that app downloaded on my phone to know more.

As I was busy getting lost in my own thoughts, I heard the door to our room open, and there I saw Amelia.

It was already night time, but she still looked so pretty. She doesn’t look haggard and even looks fresh, as if she’s just about to start her day. How does she do that?

I got out of the files, and turned my phone off before greeting her with a smile on my lips. “You’re back.”

“Yeah. How was your first day?” she asked as she got ready to take a shower, since I saw her getting her bathrobe.

“It was fine,” I answered her, still giving her a smile in hopes of her not asking any more questions, since I really can’t tell her that my day was full of planning on how to destroy this so-called tyranny of some student council officers.

But what I want to do right now is to ask her if she’s somehow like her officers. Since she’s practically their president, she’s the leader, just a command from her, and I’m sure everybody would do it. When I say everybody, I really mean it. She’s basically like the it girl here, everybody loves her.

“Amelia?” I called out to her, as she was inside her walk-in closet, I just hoped she heard me since I don’t know how to ask her this question when she’s near. I might not even get to ask her this question if she’s ever in front of me. So, I took this chance in order to finally get the answer I’m really curious about.

“How come there are no other people aside from the white ones in the student council?” I asked her, and she was silent for a while, and as I was about to say my question again since I thought she didn’t hear me the first time, Amelia answered me.

“Because nobody ran aside from us,” she replied, and she’s now even outside her walk-in closet. I frowned at her reply, but I just gave her a nod.

I didn’t know if I should believe what she told me, but I don’t know why I have a feeling that part of what she said is the truth, but half of it was also a lie. I was about to ask her one more time about it, but she was already inside her bathroom. I pouted as I played with my phone.

Why do these girls act so weird? Like I’m sure as hell there’s something going on, I just need someone who knows everything about the school’s secrets to tell me. But the question is, is there someone out there who’s willing to spill anything she knows to make this job easier?

Since I’m still torn whether to read every single thing in the files that Jada sent me. I’m scared that I wouldn’t be able to control my temper if I ever see more cases like that, and would just call the cops on those students who did something that is unforgivable.

Once Amelia was done, I was shocked to see her wearing something a bit formal to be her nighttime clothes. She was wearing this white blouse, cream colored square pants and her white rubber shoes. She also has a small bag with her and a flashlight. Why is she dressed like that? Is she planning on escaping?

I scoffed at my own thoughts. Impossible. Amelia would never do such a thing, she seems like the type would always follow the school rules no matter what. But it reminds me of what happened that one summer night when we first met each other. I shook my head, a way for me to erase those thoughts away since we already agreed that it would be our secret, and it should be really forgotten.

“What’s with the get-up?” I decided to ask her, and she looked at me confusingly, as if what I just asked her was the dumbest question she ever heard, but after realizing that I don’t know a thing, she spoke up.

“There are what we call the night guards. Officers and some students who would volunteer take turns in doing these. We just make sure that everybody is already inside their rooms and if we ever find someone who’s still outside after curfew, then that person gets to go to detention the following morning,” she explained slowly, as if she was talking to a child, making me pout because of the way she’s talking to me.

“So, I’m in charge for tonight until 1 am. Make sure to lock the door since I already have my own key for it. Good night, Victoria.” Amelia was busy checking her bag as she said that. I frowned, since she didn’t even look at me when she said good night. 

I mentally slapped myself. So what if she didn’t look at me? I rolled my eyes at my stupid thoughts..

Even before I could say something, Amelia was already rushing outside, as if she was in a hurry making me frown. She is so busy, it makes me feel bad for her, but not really since she might have liked the busy schedules her president role is giving her.

And as if on time, a light bulb was switched on inside of my head after I realized that I’ll be able to know more about this case that I have read, now that Amelia would be outside until one am. This was like a blessing, because I’m really curious to know more about this case.

I needed to know more about it, in order to finally bring that victim’s suspect to justice. And, I can’t wait to have that teacher’s license gone once this is brought to light again. Student and Teacher relationships aren’t tolerated in our country, and the fact that the victim was a minor and the male teacher was still here is quite surprising and at the same time disgusting.

It makes me wonder, what type of power that teacher holds to still be here despite the crimes he committed with that fellow student.

I scrolled through the file, and it doesn’t make sense that the inappropriate video was posted, but nobody knew it was the teacher, so does that mean the male teacher’s face was covered? I groaned and messed up my hair. This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with?

Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.

I grimaced after seeing a few facts about Mr. Wilson. It says that he’s quite famous to the students here for his handsome features and for being a gentleman. I grimaced and even acted as if I was going to throw up after reading that part. Handsome features? Where? I really can’t see it, he’s rotten on the outside and on the inside, and really? They believe this predator is a fucking gentleman? I let out a scoff before stopping myself from saying a string of curse words.

I texted the other girls through a group chat that we can start with Mr. Wilson as our first ever person to reveal his dirty secrets, since I really can’t stand someone like him breathing the same air as me. Like, what if he does something to other students too? I could never let that happen! I don’t want another victim to be left unheard, we need to move immediately.

I read some more parts, and I really can’t see what they see in this teacher. How is he good looking? Or maybe I was just blinded by the fact that he’s a weirdo, but still, I’m not really the type to easily find a man attractive since it was always the girls whom I stare at much longer.

Explains why you’re gay. A voice in my head said, making me roll my eyes but agreed nonetheless, since it was true. I hardly remember a time when I was even attracted to male species. I was always the type to look at a pretty girl instead of a handsome guy. But yes, I can appreciate men who are good-looking, but I just can’t see myself fangirling over that guy like how the girls in this school fangirl over that teacher who’s a predator.

He’s literally 28 years old when he fucked a 16-year-old girl. Who fucking does that? That is just so creepy, and I can’t believe he’s still teaching here as if nothing happened. It also states here that he actually won awards outside the country since he’s a great teacher. What in the world?

I concluded that maybe this is one of the reasons why the school doesn’t let this teacher go. He’s a great teacher and it’s a plus that he’s good looking. This teacher attracts some young girls, and that’s really creepy.

Next person who was involved in this case was a beautiful blonde girl who I recognized as someone who was with Amelia and the other officers. Right, she’s an officer too. I looked at her name, and when I was about to see what this girl’s name was, I was shocked when the door of our room opened.

I looked at the time, and it was far from being one am, so how come Amelia is back so early?

I got up from my bed and went to the door, but what I saw shocked me even more. There was Amelia, standing and even greeted me before explaining that she left something, so she immediately went to get it, while I was left alone with the girl I am most certain was no other than the girl on the secret file.

Found you. I thought, before giving the innocent looking girl a playful grin to which she replied with a smile and a small nod.

This is going to be so fun.