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Chapter 16- Got him Fired

(Lou's POV)
I quickly rushed to Chase, clutching his wrist and taking him with me. We ran until the school was out of plain sight. We both breathed heavily, resting on the sidewalk's bench. He looked very perplexed but was too worn out to open his mouth. After a few minutes, our conversation finally started.

"W-what was that about?", he asked, a tired and somehow exasperated look planted on his face. "It's very crazed and is pure ba-batshit.. So hear me out, okay?", I replied, not wanting to curse. But cussing and swearing wasn't anything contrasted to my situation now. "Okay."

"Remember that moment just a few moments ago when I had to stay myself in class? It's just like a detention, right? For sleeping even though I didn't and for talking back.", I retort as he nodded his head. "But, did you also notice that the rest agreed to me when I said that the others, as well, have closed their eyes to centralize?", I inquired. "Yeah, even I, myself, did...", he replied softly due to his tiredness. "Yes, and the only person he noticed was me, right?", I said as he once again inclines his head. "He actually likes me, Chase! How distasteful!", I protest, throwing my arms in the air. His appearance suddenly changed to disgusted and in disbelief.

"How in heavens did you discover that?!", he opposes. "Okay... keep this a complete secret alright?", I said. "Sure.", he replied as I neared him. "During the detention ... he tried to... to k-kiss me. And that's when I ran to-"

"What the hell?!", Chase exclaims as if he were to vomit abruptly. "I know... and I'm... I'm not sure if I should report it...-" "You have to!", he says, still completely nauseated. "Let me take you to your place. We have to talk about it.", he promptly says as I followed him.

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We hurried to my room then quickly settled to talk about this very pressing topic.

"Should I report it?", I ask in a faint voice. I was pretty edgy since nothing, as in nothing has ever happened to me like this before. And yes, I was nervous and moreover, scared of Mr. Brooke. I don't even want to state or mention his name again. I would never want to even have a single glimpse of him. My loathing for him is certainly a hundred percent now.

"Should you report it... ha! Should you report it?! For heaven's sake, you should! That's almost like pedophilia!", he yells, frightening me a bit. "Shut up, Chase! Don't yell! People might hear... and besides, pedophilia is wanting to have ... sexual contact to a minor-aged person. What happened to me was nothing like that...", I exclaimed as he slackened a bit. "Fine... nothing like pedophilia, you say. But! You'd have to report it to the school's principal.", Chase said, folding his arms. "Couldn't I just quit the classes?!", I whine. "Hey. Max is paying for you and Jesse and besides, that Brooke guy will come finding you.", he replied. "Fine...", I responded, feeling frustrated. "Then let's go!", he then said, startling me. "We have to do it right now?", I complained. "Yes!".

"You can be so much like Jesse sometimes...", I whispered, loud enough for him to take in as he chuckled in response.

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"So what is it you wanted to report?", the school's principal inquired. Chase nudged my side, signaling me to start talking. "Oh yes, ma'am. Mr. Brooke, writer's instructor... f-fancies me... a-and *breathes deeply* he tried to... to k-kiss me... you see, I'm just 18 and he's, I guess, about 30..", I stammer in a very uneasy condition. I wipe my sweat as my chest pumped hard and quickly. "Is this true?", she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. It was my turn to nudge Chase for him to speak as my believer. "Yes, it's true, ma'am.", he replied. "So you are an eye-witness?", she asks again with a very thick British accent. Abruptly, my heart pumped violently as sweat swiftly trickled straight down my face. "W-well, I... I am, ma'am", he lied and as I discerned, he too was anxious. "I'm not buying it. Let me call sir Brooke in, then.", she said as I gasped in anxiety. "Please believe us ma'am. Please!", I opposed. "LET ME CALL HIM IN FIRST FOR FURTHER EXPLANATION!", she yelled, straightening up.

At this moment, Chase and I were now face to face with the principal and... that world's git. He, too, looked very edgy and nervous.

Chase and I kept thoroughly explaining, making simple sentences intelligible. This is going to work out. But Mr. Brooke kept denying and lying. What a bloke. I clenched my fists as my head throbbed. I contained my anger, breathing deeply.

"This is not genuine! What a childish story!", Sir Brooke lied as if nothing occurred at all. "Sir! I am a witness of this scene! I- I saw you approach her and try.. to k-kiss her!", Chase protested, lying back at him. "Yes! And, I, myself am the victim!". We fought and opposed until it was as if he was stunned and petrified. He couldn't move but quiver to the thought that he is going down. He was beaten up by our protests. We have overpowered him!

And then, he was fired. Sent away from the school. He was given a new job in an elder daycare asylum in order for him not to touch any teen agers. He was punished and I felt the most relieved to take him there.