ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ B̸A̸D̸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗ Y̸O̸U̸

Chapter 11

The morning after that random girl slugged the green-haired idiot, the extras organized a class meeting.

All the kids from Jela's class had gathered in mine, looking like they were holding in a giant shit. The room was so crowded most of them sat on desks or didn't sit at all. But it was quiet, apart from the annoying whistling of the wind. It was damn cold, someone close the fucking window.

"What are we gonna do now?" asked a girl with dark blue hair leaning against the whiteboard.

"Why didn't you guys try to stop her, hmm? You knew what she was gonna do," shot Jela's thickheaded bestie.

The blue-haired girl winced, "I didn't think she'd break his fucking nose?!"

"Right, you didn't think," she walked up to her but Jela interfered.

"That's enough," she ordered.

The way she glared at the two of them reminded me of how Silco looked at me when I graffitied his favorite painting.

"Please, guys," she started, her tired eyes sweeping over the room, "We need to find a way to influence the Disciplinary Council's decision,"

"I mean, Jelly, no one's mom here is Augustina Vasquez," said the white-haired black dude.

I couldn't help but bite my lip at the expression on Jela's face. It wasn't her fault that girl was a Stanley Slammer, why was she making such a fuss?

"Delia," she turned towards the purple lizard, holding her shoulders, "Can't your dad do something?"

She stayed silent, crossing her arms against her chest and looking away.

"Forget it," said the white-haired guy, "Politicians always bend the knee to business owners in the end,"

The lizard's face flushed, her vomit green eyes shooting lasers at him.

"My father simply doesn't have the time to meddle in highschool drama that doesn't even concern one of his kids," she hissed.

"Chop rice, Mama, we get it," said the thickheaded bestie, rubbing the lizard's back.

"How about this," a white guy with a brown buzz cut stood up, "Strength in numbers. Everyone tries it out with whatever contacts they have,"

"Conrau, they're judging Ifa's case today," said the blue-haired girl, "We need to do something now,"

"But we can still-"

"It's not just contacts," said Jela, pacing around, "Augustina Vasquez has been giving hefty donations to Venestra ever since the twins have been here. When they left last year, Venestra lost its most generous donor"

"I can see where this is going and we don't have a chance," muttered a fat black girl at the desk to my right. Jela didn't hear her from the front of the class.

"We need someone who can, not only outweigh her influence over the administration, but also a parent who can act out quick at their kid's whim,"

A mixed kid with glasses sighed, "Is no one bothered by how dirty this method is?"

"That's the foundation of Piltover, Mathias, get over it," said Jela, motioning with her arms as she spoke. Weird to see her so agitated.

"Ifa was well aware of what she was risking, shouldn't we just let it be... Not that we can do much," said a tan asian guy.

"It's not just about making sure she doesn't get expelled, Liem," she walked up to him in the middle of the class, "How could you be so comfortable knowing that those assholes will keep getting what they want just because they're mommy's babies,"