THE CONTRACT MARRIAGE

14-UPROAR

OMNISCIENT

The ground was littered with torn posters and empty spray paint cans of the presidential and vice-presidential candidates of the Social Party. The once chaste blue walls of the school were now stained with red spray paints and also engravements made by students. Fluorescent lights were plucked out from their sockets and various benches were broken.

Victory to the Social Party!

Victory to the head girl!

The sight alone was too much to take in. Sumaira inhaled sharply and turned around, not wanting to give it another look. Jawad and Camila shared a look, knowing that it must've triggered her in some way.

"You can go back inside with Camila, I'll take care of things here," Jawad spoke in an attempt to hush the plethora of emotions he knew must be going through her mind at that moment.

"No. It's nothing I can't handle," With yet another sharp intake of breath, Sumaira turned around and made her way to the crime scene. Her best friends knew better than to protest, so they followed her without another word.

Sumaira scrutinized the place with eyes narrowed in slits, taking in every detail. As she was doing that, her brain was hatching a million and one plans to catch the culprits red-handed. There were many things on her plate but that was her minor problem, so she decided to start tackling it first. It's time she got rid of her enemies.

"Jay, can I use you for a few minutes?" She asked and looked at him. Jawad gave her a lopsided grin, knowing well what she was talking about.

"I know what to do, Baby Doll," He retorted and left. Camila yearned to follow him and see how the drama would unfold but she couldn't, knowing that Sumaira would need someone to hold on to.

"Mila, tell me something," Sumaira uttered without looking at the person she was speaking to.

"What's it, Baby Doll?" Camila asked, excited.

"History of the Gremas," Sumaira subconsciously muttered and stopped. Realizing that she spurted her thoughts aloud, she didn't have a choice but to go with the flow. They're her in-laws so she might as well know some things about them. Thankfully, her best friend is always up-to-date with news from the family.

"Haha, I knew it! They also fascinate you right? My baby doll is finally growing," Camila clapped her hands and jumped in glee. When Sumaira shot her a look, she instantly regained her composure.

"You don't have to use that charm on me. Anyway, what do you wanna know about the Gremas?" Camila asked and pulled out her phone. As soon as she checked it, a gasp escaped her lips and she almost lost her calm. Seeing the troubled look on her face, Sumaira became alarmed.

"What's it?" She asked.

"The television rating point for M's TV channel has shot up but our poll is under the red line. Alexa, that bitch—" Camila's mouth was covered by Sumaira's slender fingers.

Of course, she knew what that meant. There was no hope for them winning the election. Sumaira collected Camila's phone to see it for herself. However, that wasn't what caught her eye. Rather, it was the way netizens were throwing all kinds of insults at her.

I always knew she was too good to be true!

That evil witch! Now that I think about it, she rose to the top by being a wench, nothing more.

She must be removed from the presidential race!

Poor Jawad, she has now stained his reputation when he has done nothing but love and sympathise with her.