CHAPTER THRITY-TWO

He had no idea why he was suddenly metamorphosed to the image where he was stopped by the school prefects who had demanded he give them his bag for searching, he had not suspected a thing as weird as it sounds, he had not heard of students being searched before but he obliged and gave them the bag since he had nothing to hide.

He had watched in shock, as they had produced bags after bags of hard drugs from his bag, there was no word to be said. He knew he had fallen into a deep trap that he could not get out of. He had collected the bag from them only to produce more bags of hard stuff he knew nothing about.

Facing Stacy again, made him feel like he was at the mouth of another trap, though he could not kay his finger on it, he felt suffocated just by seeing her, the very thought of her insincere eyes made his sting.

“What do you want Stacy, I do not have all day” He demanded brashly

She smiled prettily, laying her slender hands on his shoulder