Author POV
The heavy oak door of the principal's office felt less like an entrance to an administrative room and more like the threshold of a courtroom. Inside, the air was thick with tension, smelling faintly of stale coffee, old paper, and the sharp, volatile scent of impending conflict.
Sitting on the far side of the room, flanked by two fiercely protective adults, was one of the Section D boys who had tasted the school basement's "one-hit rule" only an hour prior.
His face was a map of dark bruises and swelling, his arm wrapped tightly in a pristine white sling.
Surrounding him were several other parents—the mothers and fathers of the boys currently occupying hospital beds. The room was overcrowded, vibrating with a collective, righteous fury that had been building the entire morning.
When the door clicked open, the collective gaze of the room snapped toward the entrance.
Jay entered first, her posture deliberately straight despite the agonizing gnawing in her lower abdomen. Behind her came Jane, her jaw set in a hard line, followed by Keifer and Yuri, who stood like two silent, looming monoliths guarding their flanks.
The moment Jay and Jane's figures crossed the threshold, the fragile peace shattered.
"You little bitches!"
A mother, her face contorted with unbridled rage, lunged forward from the row of chairs. Simultaneously, a father—a large, broad-shouldered man—stepped up, his fist raised as if he meant to physically strike the two girls right there under the principal's nose.
"This is because of you two! Look what you did to our children!"
Before the furious parents could even get within arm's reach of Jay or Jane, the air shifted.
With blinding speed, Keifer stepped directly into the father's path, his towering frame instantly cutting off the man's momentum. His hand shot out, catching the man's forearm in a grip of pure iron.
Beside him, Yuri moved with fluid, lethal grace, his arm extending horizontally to block the lunging mother, his dark eyes freezing her in her tracks.
"Back off," Keifer said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that made the room instantly colder.
"Don't even think about taking another step," Yuri added, his tone deceptively calm but laced with an undeniable promise of violence.
The parents recoiled slightly, startled by the sheer intimidation radiating from the two boys.
The principal, a frantic man sweating through his collar, began slamming his hands on his desk. "Please! Sir!Mam! Sit down immediately! We are in an educational institution, not a marketplace!"
The parents retreated to their side of the room, but their shouting only intensified. They turned their wrath toward the principal, pointing trembling fingers at the four teenagers.
"Look at them, Principal! Look at how savage they are!" the injured boy's mother shrieked, clutching her son's uninjured shoulder. "These are the delinquents of Section E! They have completely ruined our children! My boy's friends are admitted to the hospital right now. They are seriously injured, broken bones, internal bleeding! They will be confined to those hospital beds for weeks, maybe months! We want them expelled! We want criminal charges!"
Keifer let out a soft, dismissive sigh, running a hand through his hair as if he were dealing with a minor administrative inconvenience rather than a legal threat. He glanced at Yuri, exchanging a brief, silent look of understanding.
"We will cover the charges," Keifer announced nonchalantly, his voice cutting through the woman's hysterics. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. "Give us the bills. I will personally arrange the best private hospital in the city for your kids. Yuri will handle the rest."
Yuri nodded smoothly, taking out his phone with a detached air. "Consider it done. I will contact the city's top medical care team within the hour. They will receive premium treatment, private suites, and the best orthopedic surgeons available. Just name the clinic."
The father who had lunged earlier let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, his face turning a deep, mottled purple. "Do you really think you can buy us out with your money? You think wealth covers up the fact that you turned our sons into a bloody mess?"
A cold, mocking smirk spread across Keifer's face. He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement. "Of course I can. Money can buy almost anything, including your silence. But if you want to turn it down, feel free."
"Leave the money aside," Jane suddenly interrupted, her voice sharp as glass. She stepped out from behind Yuri, her green eyes blazing as she glared directly at the parents.
The sheer intensity of her gaze made the room fall silent. "Do you even know what your golden children did to my sister? They didn't just pick a fight. They cornered her. They hit her when she was completely alone, weakened, and defenseless. They repeatedly struck her lower abdomen. They beat a sick girl. Where was your sense of justice then?"
The room fell into a temporary, stunned silence. The principal looked at the injured Section D boy, who quickly looked down, his pale face flushing with guilt.
Breaking the silence, the mother of the injured boy sneered, crossing her arms defensively. "Well... that must be because that bitch did something to deserve it! Our boys don't just attack people for no reason!"
"Exactly! She is absolutely right!" another parent chimed in, nodding aggressively. "Why would our boys ever hit a random girl? Look at how she carries herself. She probably seduced him, or tried to manipulate him, and things got out of hand!"
A low, resonant laugh vibrated through the room.
It was Jay. She was leaning against a filing cabinet, her hand subtly pressed against her side to soothe the agonizing throb of her hidden illness, but her face wore a look of pure, unadulterated amusement. She looked up, her eyes locking onto the parents with absolute disdain.
"Seduce them?" Jay chuckled, the sound dripping with mockery. "Please. I don't have a hobby of seducing trash. I have much higher standards than bottom-of-the-barrel scum."
Behind her, Keifer and Yuri both let out a soft, audible chuckle, completely unbothered by the gravity of the principal's office.
"You insolent little—!" the father roared, but before he could launch into another tirade, Keifer stood up straight, pulling his hands out of his pockets.
"Well, then," Keifer said, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "If you're so convinced your children are innocent angels who were 'seduced' into violence, you all should probably watch this."
He gestured to Yuri. With an effortless flick of his wrist, Yuri turned his phone toward the room and tapped the screen.
A video began to play. The audio was crystal clear, echoing sharply off the walls of the office. It was the recording from the school basement. On screen, the terrified, bloodied faces of the Section D boys were completely visible as they whimpered in fear.
"Who ordered you?" Jane's recorded voice demanded on the video.
The boy on screen sobbed, nodding frantically. "It was Ella! Ella and Mykle! They told us to do it! They said Jay had proof against them and we needed to take her out! We were just following orders, please stop!"
Yuri paused the video, the screen freezing on the damning confession. He slid the phone back into his pocket, his expression entirely blank. "The metadata includes the timestamp from exactly one hour ago. We have multiple angles, and the original file is already backed up on a secure cloud server."
The parents' faces went utterly pale. The triumphant, aggressive posture they had held seconds ago evaporated into thin air.
The mother who had called Jay a bitch slumped back into her chair, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The father's raised chest deflated instantly.
They looked at their injured son, who was now trembling, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. They realized, with sickening clarity, that their children hadn't been defending their honor—they had committed a planned, aggravated assault on behalf of wealthy student council figures, and it was entirely documented.
The principal wiped a thick bead of sweat from his forehead, looking thoroughly exhausted. He cleared his throat loudly, trying to reclaim some semblance of authority. "This... this changes the parameters of the situation significantly. However, a mass brawl in the school basement cannot be overlooked. The legal and disciplinary ramifications are severe. All of you... you need to call your guardians immediately. We cannot proceed without legal representatives present."
Jane and Jay immediately groaned in unison, their aggressive demeanors instantly shifting into genuine annoyance.
"No way," Jay muttered, rolling her eyes. "If we call Angelo, he will literally burn my snacks. I'm not risking my snacks."
"He'll lock us down in the house for a month," Jane added, shuddering slightly at the thought of their guardian's strict domestic punishments. "We are absolutely not calling him."
The principal turned his gaze to Yuri.
Yuri merely shrugged, his face impassive. "My parents are currently out of the country on a diplomatic summit. They won't pick up a local school board call."
The entire room—the principal, the trembling parents, and the sisters—slowly turned their heads to look at Keifer. He was their last resort.
Keifer looked at the expectant faces, let out a deep, defeated sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine... I'll call Mom."
Ten minutes passed in excruciating, silent tension. The parents no longer dared to speak, thoroughly intimidated by the evidence of their children's crimes, while the four teenagers stood in their respective corners, waiting.
Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the administrative hall didn't just open—they flew backward, clicking loudly against the stop guards.
Serina walked into the office. She was a woman of immense elegance, dressed in a sharp, tailored designer suit, her high heels clicking rhythmically against the linoleum floor.
Her presence alone completely commanded the room, drawing the eyes of every adult present. She took one look at the bruised Section D boy, glanced at the sweating principal, and then turned her sharp gaze toward Keifer and Yuri.
"Again, kids?" Serina said, her voice a mix of parental exhaustion and sharp authority. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at her son. "And this time, you managed to drag Jay and Jane into your mess too?"
Jay stepped forward, a rare expression of genuine sheepishness crossing her face. "Actually, Tita... it started because of me. It wasn't their fault."
Over the next few minutes, the four of them laid out the entire sequence of events. They explained the ambush, the targeted hits to Jay's abdomen while she was already unwell, the orders tracing back to Ella and Mykle, and the subsequent retaliation in the basement.
As the details unfolded, Serina's elegant demeanor began to harden. Her eyes, normally warm when looking at the girls, turned into chips of absolute ice. By the time Jay finished speaking, Serina was visibly fuming, her aura radiating a terrifying, quiet anger.
One of the mothers, trying to regain her footing and assuming Serina was just another wealthy parent who could be guilted, stood up. "You... you are their guardian, yes? Look at what your kids did! They are monsters! They beat our children to a pulp!"
Serina slowly turned her head to look at the woman. The sheer coldness in her eyes made the mother freeze mid-sentence.
"My kids?" Serina's voice was dangerously quiet, cutting through the room like a razor blade. "My children protected their friend who was brutally ambushed by a pack of cowards. Your sons cornered a sick, solitary girl and repeatedly struck her in the abdomen. And you have the absolute audacity to stand here, in front of me, and call my children monsters?"
She took a slow step toward the parents, her presence entirely eclipsing them.
"Let me make one thing completely, crystal clear to all of you," Serina said, her voice dropping into a fierce, commanding tone that brooked zero argument. "If any of your pathetic, undisciplined children ever so much as breathe the same air as Jay or Jane again, or if I see any of you attempting to harass them, I will personally ensure your families are ruined. I will pull every financial, legal, and social lever at my disposal. Your husbands will lose their contracts, your children will be blacklisted from every reputable institution in this country, and I will see to it that the full weight of the law crushes you. Do you understand me?"
The parents sat completely paralyzed. The father who had been shouting earlier looked down at his shoes, unable to meet her gaze.
The mother quietly shrank back into her seat, trembling. Even the principal looked terrified, nodding quickly as if he were the one being threatened.
"Good," Serina said sharply. She turned on her heel, her sharp demeanor softening the instant her eyes landed on the teenagers. "We're leaving."
Without waiting for the principal to dismiss them, Serina reached out, grabbed Jay and Jane by their shoulders, and smoothly pulled them out of the office, with Keifer and Yuri following closely behind like a personal security detail.
The heavy doors shut behind them, cutting off the suffocating atmosphere of the office. The wide, quiet hallway of the school felt immensely spacious by comparison.
The moment they were a safe distance from the administration wing, Serina stopped.
She immediately turned to Jay, her hands moving to the girl's shoulders, her face filled with intense maternal worry. She began checking her over, scanning her face and torso for any visible signs of injury.
"Are you okay, baby?" Serina asked softly, her voice filled with genuine tenderness. "Did they hurt you anywhere else? Tell Tita the truth."
Jay forced a small, reassuring smile onto her face, though the internal pressure in her chest was reaching a critical point.
The black-market suppressants were barely keeping her cardiovascular symptoms at bay, and the stress of the confrontation was making her pulse race dangerously. "I'm yeah, Tita. I'm fine. Really. It's just... normal cramps. Nothing to worry about."
Serina didn't look completely convinced. She smoothed down Jay's hair, her brow furrowing. "You look so pale, sweetheart. You should really visit a doctor. Let me take you to the clinic I use. They can do a full check-up and give you something stronger for the pain."
Before Jay could invent another excuse to protect her life-threatening secret, Jane chimed in from the side, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, Tita, don't worry about it. It's completely normal for Jay."
Serina paused, her hand stopping on Jay's shoulder. She turned her sharp eyes toward Jane, her expression morphing into one of deep confusion and concern. "What do you mean, Jane?"
"Tita, from earlier , since we were younger, Jay always gets insane cramps," Jane explained smoothly, completely unaware of the terrifying reality hidden beneath her sister's symptoms. "They're always way worse than normal ones. She gets completely wiped out, pale, and sick, but it always passes after a day or two. She's just built like that. She's so strong to deal with it
It's just her usual routine now."
Jane's words were entirely true. The severe period pain was a factual constant in Jay's life, which made it the perfect camouflage.
Jane had no idea that a deadly cardiovascular disease had secretly layered itself over those existing, agonizing symptoms.To Jane, the severe weakness was just the same old painful battle Jay fought every single month.
Serina's heart melted at Jane's words. She looked at Jay with profound pity, pulling the girl into a warm, protective embrace. She held her close, rocking her slightly.
"Oh, my poor girl... you poor thing. To suffer that much every single month... it must be absolutely agonizing."
Jay stood stiffly in the embrace for a moment before relaxing into it, leaning her head against Serina's shoulder.
Over Serina's shoulder, her eyes met Keifer's and Yuri's. Both boys were standing a few paces back, their expressions grim. While Jane and Serina spoke of the very real, documented menstrual agony, Keifer and Yuri still sensed a deeper shadow.
They knew the cramps were real, but they suspected that the sheer degree of Jay's physical collapse—and Alex's sheer rooftop panic—pointed to something even more catastrophic lurking behind the truth.Jay deliberately broke eye contact with the boys, gently pulling away from Serina's hug.
She took a slow, steadying breath, fighting down the dizziness threatening to overwhelm her.
"Tita... I think I'm going home now," Jay said softly, her voice carrying a genuine exhaustion. "I just need to rest and lie down for the day."
Serina nodded understandingly, patting her cheek. "Of course, sweetheart. Go home and get some rest. Keifer, make sure she gets to the gates safely."
As Jay turned to walk away, she knew the physical battle outside was over, but the silent, lethal war inside her own body was only getting started.
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