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I wasn't sure if I should go to the field and inform Romeo about his fate or if I should go over to Mr. Obi and plead on Romeo's behalf while asking Mr. Obi to scold him privately. The second option seemed like the better one, as I decided to call on the teacher before he could get into the class completely.

"Sir!" I opened my mouth to say something, but it wasn't my voice that came out. I quickly turned to see Krystian about to walk past me. He smacked my face with his left palm, pushing me further into the corner so Mr. Obi wouldn't get a glimpse of me as he walked over to him.

"Yes, Krystian, what is it?" The class teacher asked. I moved further to the edge just to get a look at both of them. Krystian was now limping towards him.

"It's this bandage, sir; it's too tight." He said, trying to wiggle his hurt ankle to show proof. "I went to the nurse's office, but she wasn't there. I just want help in rewrapping it so it won't feel so tight. It's uncomfortable."

Mr. Obi bent to look at his bandage by pulling off his sneakers a bit. "You shouldn't have worn canvas to school. The school would've given you an exception."

"I know but. . . ." He stopped to look at Mr. Obi. "Can you help, sir?"

"Of course," the class teacher said without hesitation. "Let's go to my office. We need to be fast because I need to do something urgently."

I noticed them coming my way and quickly ran to hide at a different corner leading to a separate lobby. Krystian and Mr. Obi disappeared down the hall to the class teacher's office, leaving just me and my thumping heart. I peeled myself off of the wall as I skirted my way into the class. I rushed over to Romeo's seat and pulled out his sling schoolbag. It didn't have several compartments like a normal backpack, so it was easier to inspect.

I decided to look at the smaller places first, but nothing relating to drugs could be found. While doing this, my heart kept beating like it was threatening to burst out of my chest. Mr. Obi could be back any second, and if he caught me in this position, Krystian would be in trouble too. I wanted to ponder on why he was helping me, but I knew it wasn't the time.

I opened the zipper of the book compartment and set aside his text and exercise book, only to see a small black nylon bag at the bottom. Exhaling, I looked at the door before opening the nylon. There were different tiny wraps, and in those wrapped nylons were white substances. I grabbed what I came for and shoved it in my pocket before putting his books back into his schoolbag and pushing it into his locker.

I raced out of the class without a second thought and far from my class's lobby. Once I knew I was at a place the teacher wouldn't see me, I fell to the ground in exhaustion. I was going to yell and scream in Romeo's face, and I did not care if he was going to hate me for it. But the biggest question was: where to dispose of his drugs? I couldn't keep it with me. If Mr. Obi saw it on me, I'd be punished. Debby would kill me.

I got up after an idea struck me, and I found myself racing to the female restroom. I arrived and noticed how deserted it was. I rushed into one of the stalls and kneeled before the toilet before bringing out the black nylon in my pocket. One after the other, I busted the powder substance into the toilet. The smell that came with it made me want to choke. I couldn't process the fact that most humans took this into their systems. Once I was done dispersing it into the toilet along with the black nylon, I reached for the handle beside the toilet and flushed it down the drain.

Romeo owed me . . .

I got out of the stall only to see two girls looking at themselves in the mirror. I pretended like they weren't there as I moved to wash my hands and leave the restroom. I could've gone straight to the sports complex, pretending that all that just went down didn't happen, but I remembered that Daniela had asked me to get her water. I moved to the cafeteria, got her a bottle of water with my money, and went to the sports complex.

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