Chapter 8

Sanya...

"WHAT were the two of you doing inside the chef's stockroom again?" the guidance counsellor who was facing both Adam and me shifted her gaze back and forth.

"I've explained multiple times that someone locked us in there," I replied, annoyed that we were being questioned about the incident when we were the victims. Whoever was responsible for this would surely face my wrath, whoever that annoying person was!

"Someone locked you in, or you locked yourselves in?" she countered.

"What?!" I looked at Adam, who remained quiet. Why wasn't he helping me explain? He's a grown man, but he's acting like he's mute. I wonder if I could pull his tongue out.

"I'm addressing both of you now, Miss Evangelista, because I don't want this to escalate to the dean of the school. So, right now, tell the truth," she handed her cell phone over and showed us something. "How do you explain these pictures, Miss Evangelista? Mister Zhymian? Come on, why were you in the chef's stockroom, and why do you bo