28 : Aftermath
669 Words
The day after the assembly felt unreal.
The halls buzzed with whispers, but for once, they weren’t about me. They were about Chelsea. Every corner I passed, I caught fragments of conversation:
“Did you see the screenshots?”
“She blackmailed half the cheer squad.”
“I heard she even went after teachers.”
Chelsea, once untouchable, had become the school’s biggest scandal. Her friends avoided her like she carried a disease, slipping out of sight when she approached. Her usual strut through the hallway was gone; instead, she moved quickly, her eyes darting around, her shoulders tight.
Part of me expected to feel guilty. After all, I’d been the one to pull the trigger. But instead, all I felt was… lighter. Like I could finally breathe again.
Jason noticed it too. “You’re glowing,” he teased as we walked to class.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling. “I’m just not hiding anymore.”
His smirk softened into something warmer. “And it looks good on you.”
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But freedom came with consequences.
By third period, Chelsea found me. She cornered me in the library, her eyes bloodshot, her voice trembling with fury.
“You think this is over?” she hissed, slamming her hands against the table where I sat. “You ruined me. You destroyed everything I worked for.”
I forced myself to meet her gaze. “You destroyed yourself, Chelsea. I just showed people the truth.”
Her lip curled, her voice breaking. “You think Jason’s going to protect you forever? You think he’ll stick around once he realizes you’re nothing but drama?”
The words stung, but not like before. Not with Jason’s hand resting protectively on my shoulder. I stood, squaring myself against her.
“I don’t need him to protect me,” I said firmly. “I protected myself. And I’ll keep doing it.”
For the first time, Chelsea faltered. Her mouth opened, but no words came. She looked smaller, weaker, like the power had drained out of her entirely.
Then, with a sharp shake of her head, she stormed out, her footsteps echoing against the library floor.
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Still, the victory felt fragile. The principal called me, Jason, and Chelsea into his office that afternoon.
“This school doesn’t tolerate harassment or blackmail,” he said sternly, his gaze landing hardest on Chelsea. “I’ve reviewed the evidence. Effective immediately, you’re suspended. And we’ll be contacting your parents about further consequences.”
Chelsea’s face crumbled, tears sliding down her cheeks. She tried to speak, but the principal silenced her with a raised hand. “Enough.”
Jason and I exchanged a glance. Relief washed over me, but also something else—a strange mix of pity and fear. Chelsea had lost everything, and though she deserved the consequences, I couldn’t shake the thought: what happens to someone like her after they fall?
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That night, as I sat with Jason in his room, the weight of it all finally sank in.
“She’s really gone,” I whispered.
“For now,” he said, his tone careful. “But people like Chelsea don’t disappear. They wait. They plot.”
I shivered. “You think she’ll come back?”
Jason’s arm slipped around me, pulling me close. “Maybe. But if she does, she won’t find the same girl she used to push around.”
His words steadied me. He was right. Whatever Chelsea tried next, I wasn’t afraid anymore.
I leaned into him, my heart racing as I whispered, “Thank you, Jason. For everything.”
He tilted my chin up, his smirk softer than I’d ever seen it. “You don’t owe me thanks, Princess. You just owe me… you.”
My breath caught as he closed the distance, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that felt like fire and freedom all at once.
For the first time, the world wasn’t falling apart.
It was finally falling into place.
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