'Cause Nothing Lasts Forever ✔️

Chapter 14 - The revenge

BLAIRE's POV

We arrived at the school earlier that day, of course, how could we afford to miss the drama? The hallways started filling up and the chattering went on louder. Six of us stood at the far end of the corridor. I was waiting for Aaron and Andrews to arrive. I smirked as I saw them entering through that huge glass door. Andrews was his usual with the camera hanging around his neck.

"Ready?" I asked them as they stood by me.

"With no doubt," Aaron said, hanging an arm around my shoulder.

I was on the website of The Blossoms and with one click, I would publish the online version of the newspaper. I clicked publish and a second later heard every phone in the hallway make the pop-up notification sound in unison.

There were laughter and gossip all over. Some rushed to the bulletin board for the printed copy and some rushed to fetch them. We stood there waiting for the main hero to arrive.

"Fuck," Chris said laughing as he checked out the website.

"This is so mean, B," Sophia said between her waves of laughter.

Amidst all those laughter, the insultee walked in through the front gateway.

"What did you do, you bitch?" Jason spoke over my face.

"Oh! You don't know scumbag? maybe the whole school knows by now" I arched an eyebrow, "Well, I just published your naked butt in today's front page with the caption 'The new naked model in town #Walker', also to make sure that someone doesn't get any problem recognising you, we also gave a picture of your face alongside," I smiled at him wholeheartedly.

There was a wave of rage radiating off him, "do you not like it?" I taunted back, "Well, remind you I don't take a no for any answer," I smirked at his face.

We turned back and were about to disperse for our classes when he yelled," I won't let it go easy, Willy."

"Let me remind you what you did with me last day and FYI take this as my payback. You know I don't keep debts leftover and moreover when it's unsolicited debts. I make sure I pay back while there's time, Walker,"

"You wronged me, I wrong you. That's it. The end of the story. Just there wasn't any photoshop in my case," I said and walked away.

With no bewilderment, I was pretty soon called into the Principal's office.

"What is this, Ms Willy?" she asked me sternly.

"Well, Ms Campbell you weren't ready to do anything so I had to write the payback slip myself. I hope you understand," I shrugged.

"No. I don't. I clearly don't understand," she was angry, I could tell from her reactions.

"Ms Willy," she sighed," take it down," she ordered.

"No. I won't," I stuck.

"You don't understand, his father is very important for the school. He has been funding the school football team for god knows how long. We can't do anything of this kind. It hampers our goodwill," she reiterated.

"I guess you don't understand Principal Campbell. Just because his father is important for the school football team and just because they are super duper kind of rich, they just can't get going doing every kind of a mess out there. It's enough. There's no excuse for which they can justify what they did to me. I'm not taking it down and I'm not backing off," I said and left the Principal's office holding my sanity.

As soon as I got out of there, my folks met up and soon we were sitting in the students' common lodge. While I sunk on the sofa, Chris and others were curious about how we did this.

"Let me say we did some extraordinary journalism," I said and broke out in laughter.

" So yeah, I set up this plan with Aaron and Andrews. Andrews sneaked inside the huge gates of the Hillcrest and we were out there. Aaron with important utilities and me, the security," I eyed Andrews to continue the rest.

" There was this folding ladder we took with ourselves, I climbed the ladder of course. And as a matter of fact, I knew where Jason's room was because I went in there some time ago. So that wasn't any problem for me. The most difficult part was waiting. I waited on that ladder for him to take a shower. And as soon as I got the golden opportunity, I grabbed it," he grinned.

"We ran out with hearts in our hands and then the article and that title, it was all mine and B's doing," Aaron completed.

" That's shit crazy," Jasmine, Sophia and Duncan said in unison.

"Guess, that's what journalists and reporters are. Not that photographers are any exception," Christian concluded, grinning.

JAMES P.O.V

"Miss. Sloane, I need details of Blaire Willy," I pursued.

"But why should I give you?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Miss Sloane, I'm her classmate and so I think I can have access to that quite easily"

"Alright, Mr Lee," she added.

I waited there patiently tapping against the hardwood while she surfed through her records.

"Name- Blaire Willy.

Age- 16,

Grade- 11, Junior year.

Subjects - AP English, Maths, social sciences, Science and Economics.

Compulsory activities - Gym/P.E.

Extracurricular activities - Swimming, Contemporary music and Fine arts.

Foreign language - French.

Skilled in - Ballet Dance, Eastern music." She said at a thundering speed.

"May I have a hard copy please?" I pleaded.

"Yeah sure," she said, handing me a printed copy of the information.

"Address?"

"Well, that's not what we can disclose," She said half-smirking.

"Shit," I cursed, "I think....yes, right she gave me her address the first day we met," I lit up.

"Did you say anything?" she arched up her eyebrows.

"No, nothing. Self-talk you know," I said passing a fake smile.

"Alright," I retorted as I walked out of the office.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Yeah yeah I got the info and I'm sending it to you man," I said in an irritating tone.

"ASAP," The muffled voice roared from the other side before the phone hung up.

I reached the dark alleys of the city to meet Sweet pea. Yeah, I work for him. Pleasing teenagers with his sweet drugs and myself with money. I handed him the hard copy of the information I got including some extras that I knew myself. Well, we have got a team here. Many of us work for Sweat Pea through chains obviously. But it's just that we're among some of the close people who meet and deal with him personally too. It's the advantage you have while you're his brother's best friend or more precisely cousin's. Moreover, being an Ex-madisonites himself, he knew every hook and nook of that high school of ours.

I saw him running his eyes through the pages of information and finally smiled.

"Thank you, James. Good work," his voice filled with praise.

"Not a problem, Sweet Pea," I smiled back.