All Chapters of The Girl with the Masks and The Student Body President: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Principal Wilson looked next to Jayden and Jonie. “I understand you saw the need to take matters into your own hands, but let’s remember there are protocols to handling things. As president, I expect you to be less irrational and impulsive. Someone could’ve gotten seriously hurt if your fight had escalated. In future, you’ll follow the correct channels and make the reports, am I understood?”“Yes, sir,” they said in unison. Neither was particularly repentant for the role they’d played, thus neither bothered to offer an apology. Were he less preoccupied with the final two, he may have noticed the glaring omission.“Do you realise you could both be expelled for this?” the principal asked.“Sir, please! My mom will kill me if I get kicked out of school!” Ryan pleaded. “I’ll serve detention for a year—give up club privileges—whatever you need, I’ll do it, but don&rs

“I might take you up on that.” While I doubted it would do much to lift me higher than the shame that threatened to drown me, the distraction from my own problems in the company of someone who didn’t see me as a salacious story would do me some good. I would let her show me anything and indulge her while she rambled on about statistics and data I had no hope of understanding. It would pass the time well enough and avoid me finding myself going down an empty hallway alone again.After the warmups, Coach lined us up and sent us off.I set my pace, knowing I would have a way to go before I was allowed back into the shade and any chance at respite. My past life in track taught me the importance of not burning out too early in such a long-distance event; it would only prolong the torture. Instead, I focused on my breathing and kept my gaze trained before me. I set visual goals for myself and checked them off each time I ran by one. It kept my mind locked a

I was already in danger of being late for history and would do better to mind my own business. It was every bit as likely the boys were innocently waiting around to escort her to class, and I was only seeing monsters everywhere.Madelyn wasn’t a victim. That sort of bad luck was reserved for people like me. Her castle would never crumble, and no real danger lurked in the shadows cast by her brilliant light.I needed to calm down and avoid overthinking to avoid creating an unnecessary predicament for myself. Jayden wouldn’t appear if I found myself in trouble again and Jonie had asked me to keep my head low while she sorted out the mess of the prior day.  Try as I did, I couldn’t get Madelyn out of my mind through my afternoon of classes. I’d already gone through the process of tearing down my apprehensions with sound logic and understood the unlikelihood of her ever having been in danger but, stubbornly, my mind clung to the idea th

As expected, my proclamation brought on a wave of whispers and mutters. I could see their eyes grow hungry, intent on learning more in light of the revelation I’d brought forth. It was difficult to imagine one person blowing up as much as I had in the span of two days—it was almost inconceivable.That only made it all the more outrageous and, thus, sensational.The girl who’d come out the gate swinging with plans to change the school landscape and snag the president was proving more problematic than her upbeat persona ever alluded to and there were few things an audience loved more than to watch the deterioration of a once untainted saint. The demolition of innocence and the slaughter of the meek; it was their bread and butter.In the absence of any real role in the disaster that had happened, I found it easier to keep my head high. I didn’t flinch away from their scrutiny, meeting their prying eyes head-on. I’d taken on the charact

“They should’ve asked me to help with this year’s Day of Drama,” one of the girls said. “I’d have been a better actress than Madelyn—definitely better than Kai. I was made for the stage.”“I always knew something felt off about the whole thing,” her friend replied.“Shut up; no, you didn’t.”“I’m telling you! I don’t know who she was trying to fool with that ‘rape’ act. She didn’t even know what to say when people asked her about it. The least she could’ve done was make something up, cry a few tears. I don’t know—but I knew it was fishy from the start.”I smiled to myself, amused by their astounding level of ignorance. The word ‘rape’ wasn’t enough to spring open the flood gates, nor was I likely to fall apart the moment someone began spreading my name. Over the years, my skin had thickened, a