Just Before Graduation.

iii. start a new life.

Being Tattletaler was not an easy job. It required hardwork, sheer determination and criminal acts to carry it out. One didn't conceal their secrets in open places, they hid it in their closets. In the darkest parts. Places where they were never to be seen.

But...

Tattletaler would always find them.

Oliver had no idea what he was going to do to Seyi. He thought of going to his house but he didn't know the place. Hell, he didn't know half of the tier members' houses. Even if he did know, what was he going to find? A basement full of naked girls? An attic full of body parts? He was lucky to have found Fidelia masturbating the first time he snuck into her house and extremely lucky that Seyi had kept shut about his presence in class. Luck was definitely tired.

He didn't also know if they were any rumors concerning Seyi so he could confirm or debunk them. If they were, the tiers made sure the rumors remain unheard either by punishing those that start it or beating the one that spoke of it into a bloody pulp.

Oliver sighed. Each person was always harder than the previous one. Maybe, Seyi had no secrets. He had once announced that his body count was six, all girls from different high schools and one a little older than him which earned him several pats on his back and praises from his asshole friends.

Seyi wasn't really a brilliant kid neither was he a dumb one. His father was rich, everyone knew that and he liked to flaunt it, either in his shoes, clothes or throwing extravagant parties.

Oliver wondered how the party was going, was there anyone doing something he should have on video? He should have tried sneaking into the place but he knew it was an impossible feat. He had once been to Disco Divas to deliver a cake and he was greeted by a hefty bouncer who interrogated him, called the owner of the bakery to confirm he was sent and asked the host of the party if she was expecting a cake delivery before he was let in. The place was usually heavily guarded as if the president was present and Oliver assumed tonight will be no different.

A ping.

His phone. Right. He had one.

He brought it out from under his pillow, his black rose wallpaper welcomed him.

Thirty seven new messages.

Thirty five from Susie.

Two from Kris.

He ignored both, turned on his data and went straight to Instagram. Oliver searched for Seyi Amodu, the list popped up and he scrolled searching for the familiar ugly face of the Seyi.

Aseyi. Found him. 1098 followers. 54 following. 46 posts.

Oliver scrolled through the pictures, careful not to tap the love icon. The pictures were mostly of him on vacation at different places. One was captioned 'Paris is great, y'all.', Oliver zoomed in. It wasn't photoshopped. It was real. He continued scrolling, there was a picture of Seyi and Honour in their uniforms. Caption, 'My homie for lyf.' Oliver rolled his eyes, scrolled through the other boring photos of Seyi's ugly face. He went to Seyi's followers, he didn't know them for they were mainly girls and Seyi followed the tiers alongside some other dudes he didn't also know. Oliver rubbed his temple, there was nothing implicative on Seyi's Instagram.

He exited the app and tapped on the blue bird app, Twitter. A sense of euphoria washed over him as the Tattletaler account came into view. His weapon of justice. The number of followers had increased, so had the number of likes and comments on his latest post. Oliver went to the comment section, looking for Seyi's comment.

Susie sent him a message. He swiped it off his screen.

Oliver tapped on Seyi's profile picture and was taken straight to Seyi's account. He scrolled through the feed. Tweets about women, hungry children, toxic masculinity, hate on the LGBTQ+ community, donations for orphans and support for others. Nothing out of the ordinary. This was indeed going to be hard.