J.J.'s POVIf guilt had a voice, mine wouldn’t shut up.It echoed in every step I took, every time I passed her empty seat in class, every time I opened my phone and ignored Julius’s messages. And when I passed Carolyn’s locker—bare, emptied out like she never existed—it screamed.But I didn’t do anything.Because doing something meant admitting I was part of the reason she was gone. I won't lie, I felt empty and strange, maybe weird to no longer have Carolyn in the school. Her being gone did something to me and in a bad way, it was really hard to walk around the school not seeing her face and not feeling a glimps of those beautiful blue eyes of hers. I want so badly to go to her place and talk to her, to tell Aunty Pat that Carolyn was innocent, to kiss her and let her know that everything thing would be okay but I know I was in no position to be seen by her, she probably hates my guts and if I were her I would hate me too. Sometimes I felt nothing but guilt, other times I felt the
Carolyn’s POVI didn’t cry in the car.Not when Aunt Pat’s driver gave me that look of awkward pity. Not when we pulled away from the school gates. Not even when I saw my classmates through the tinted glass—smirking, whispering, pointing.I didn’t even cry when we got home.I waited.I sat on the edge of my bed in the same clothes, the same shoes. My bag was untouched on the floor. The folder Principal had handed me still clutched in my palm like a cruel souvenir.And when the sun finally dipped low enough to cast shadows through my window, I broke.I cried like I hadn’t in years.Not the quiet, sad kind. The kind that comes from somewhere deep—pain that doesn’t just burn, it wrings you out. I cried into my pillow until my throat ached. Until the muscles in my stomach cramped. Until I had nothing left.I had never been accused of anything like that.Cheating?Stealing exam papers?It was ridiculous. It was insane. It was something other people did. Not me. Not the girl who studied thr
The hardest part wasn't watching her walk out of the principal's office like a ghost of herself.It was doing nothing about it.I stood by the lockers, surrounded by noise—slamming doors, someone laughing too loud, the squeak of sneakers on tile—but I couldn’t hear any of it. Not really. Everything sounded like it was underwater. All I could hear was my heartbeat, thudding in my chest like a fist knocking from the inside. Loud. Fast. Uneven.Carolyn passed me.Her eyes slid over mine like she was looking straight through glass. Like I wasn’t even there.I should’ve said her name. Should’ve reached out, grabbed her wrist, made her stop. Told her it wasn’t true. Told her she didn’t deserve this.But my feet were concrete. My throat was a closed fist.And just like that, she was gone—her silhouette swallowed by the hallway’s sharp light.I stared after her, trying to replay what had just happened, but it kept skipping like a scratched disc.Julius appeared beside me like he’d sprinted ou
Carolyn's POVIt started like a normal day—until it wasn’t. I mean, I was lying when I said the day started like a normal day. Ever since the term started, I have not had a normal experience in the school, and today was the weirdest of all. I could not understand what Julius meant, but I knew that his warnings were real. I don't know what Emma was planning, but I hoped to be able to overcome it. I don't know why she was still coming after me. I already let her have J.J. I already stepped aside for her and J.J's love to blossom, but no, she still had it out for me. I just want her to leave me alone. I don't know what else I could do to get her off of me, like this bitch needs to let me be. The classroom smelled like ink and dust. I was reviewing my Chemistry notes when the announcement came.“Carolyn Okoli, please report to the principal’s office immediately.”My heart stuttered.The room fell silent.Someone at the back muttered, “Ooooh.” Another whispered, “What did she do?”I stoo
J.J.’s POVYou know that feeling you get when you're standing at the edge of something terrible? That split second before a car crashes, before lightning strikes? I felt that all day.It was like something in the air was crackling. The silence between conversations. The hush when Carolyn passed. Even the way the teachers watched her—like she was something fragile about to break, or worse, something dangerous they’d been warned about.And I knew.I knew Emma had done something. I just didn’t know what.I skipped first period.I wandered behind the administrative building instead, smoking half a cigarette I didn’t even want. My stomach churned. My hands wouldn’t stop twitching. Everything inside me screamed: do something.But I didn’t.I kept hearing Emma’s voice in my head:“Trust me. You’ll be glad you stayed out of it.”And part of me still wanted to believe that. That maybe she just wanted to embarrass Carolyn. Make her cry. Make her leave school for a day or two. Nothing serious.I
J.J.’s POVI had this ritual.Whenever I felt like I was about to explode, I’d walk the long way to school. Around the sports complex, past the back fence, behind the old art building. It gave me fifteen extra minutes to pretend I had control of my life.Today, those fifteen minutes did nothing.I still walked through the school gate with a pressure behind my eyes and a stomach full of regret. I could feel something in the air. The way students whispered too fast and turned too slow. Like they were preparing for a show—no, a public execution—and I already knew who the victim would be.Carolyn.I saw her from across the courtyard. Alone. Shoulders pulled in like she was trying to fold herself out of sight.There was a time when I would’ve walked straight to her. Pulled her into a hug. Let the whole world watch. But that version of us was gone. Smashed. Burned. I’d destroyed it.And now… I couldn’t bring myself to move.I turned away. Went to class. Pretended nothing was wrong.But some