Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Emelia’s Pov

The next morning came too quickly. My eyes opened to the sunlight peeking through the broken blinds, and I groaned, already hearing the creak of footsteps from outside my door. I grabbed my bag, triple-checked that I had my pens, pencils, and my ID card, and headed out without a word to anyone.

I didn’t even eat breakfast, not because I couldn’t, but because I was too hyped to. Maybe it was the fifty grand still sitting in my bank account or maybe it was the pure satisfaction of knowing Liam’s video was about to detonate in less than three hours on the school forum. Either way, I was on fire.

By the time I walked into the classroom, the atmosphere was thick. Like someone had sprayed nervous sweat into the air. The desks were arranged in single file rows and the windows were wide open, letting in the sharp morning air. Three teachers were already seated at the front: Mr. Olsten, our history teacher, Ms. Clara from literature, and of course, the Vice Principal.