The gymnasium buzzed with the sounds of students gearing up for the 1000-meter run, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Carl, standing at the center of the commotion, struggled to maintain his authority as a sports board member. Caleb, resigned to his task, prepared to leave with Tommy to retrieve the basketballs when Jane’s voice pierced through the noise. "Wait!" Jane called out, her voice firm as she hurried toward Caleb, determination clear in her eyes. She glanced at Carl, tying her hair back into a ponytail. "I'll do my run when I get back, Carl," she stated, her tone leaving no room for argument. Carl sighed heavily, muttering a curse under his breath as he struggled to keep his temper in check. He closed his eyes for a moment, then snapped them open, glaring at Jane with mounting frustration. Why was everyone suddenly so determined to help Caleb? He couldn't let Jane and Tommy disrupt his plan. They both needed to stay put. "Jane, you're not going anywhere," Carl
Don't worry, guys. I'll handle it myself," Caleb assured them, his voice steady. "I'll use the crate with wheels to bring them back. Jane, thanks for offering to help, but let's just do as Carl says. I'll be back before you know it." As Caleb reluctantly agreed to go by himself, Carl and Kenneth exchanged a quick, relieved glance. Just moments earlier, they had been on the verge of panic, their plan teetering on the edge of failure with everyone insisting on accompanying Caleb. But now, they couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. The tension that had gripped them eased slightly, their shoulders relaxing as they watched Caleb prepare to leave alone. Carl’s rigid stance softened, and Kenneth’s clenched fists slowly unfurled, both of them silently grateful that their scheme had narrowly avoided exposure. Carl glanced at the students, noticing most of them nearing the end of their 1000-meter run. Turning to Caleb, he urged, "Hurry up, Caleb. We need those basketb
Tommy quickly answered the phone, but as he began to speak, his expression shifted, his brow furrowing in concern. "Hey Jackie, I'm in the middle of..." he started, but then his voice trailed off as he detected something in Jackie's tone. "What's wrong, Jackie? Is everything alright?" Tommy's voice softened with genuine concern, his attention fully focused on the conversation. "Hey Tommy," Jackie began, her voice laced with anticipation. "I was just thinking... I don't have any classes this afternoon. Are you free too?" Tommy paused for a moment, considering his schedule. "Actually, I'm in the middle of PE class right now," he explained apologetically. "And I have one more class after that. But then I'm free, and we can meet up after." Jackie's disappointment was palpable as she questioned, "Can't you just skip the other class for little old me?" Tommy sighed inwardly, knowing he had to tread carefully. "I wish I could, Jackie," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret, "bu
Jackie stood in front of her dorm room mirror, carefully applying a fresh coat of lipstick. She pressed her lips together, ensuring the color was even and vibrant. Satisfied with the result, she turned her attention to her hair. With practiced movements, she adjusted a few strands, tucking some behind her ear while letting others fall just right. She then reached for a hairpin, securing them perfectly into place, making sure every detail was immaculate. The soft glow of the evening light through the window added a warm hue to her reflection, highlighting her meticulous effort. Satisfied, she stepped back from the mirror, giving herself a once-over. Her eyes scanned her outfit, taking in the stylish top that accentuated her figure and the perfectly fitted jeans that hugged her curves just right. She adjusted her top slightly, making sure it lay just so, and straightened her jeans to ensure they looked flawless. Her gaze then moved to her shoes, a pair of sleek, black ankle boo
Jackie's heart soared with hope as Cassie greeted her with a warm smile. Perhaps their strained relationship was on the path to recovery after all. Yet, Jackie's optimism received a boost when Cassie's brow furrowed slightly, indicating her curiosity. "You look nice, Jackie," Cassie remarked, her eyes lingering on Jackie's attire with a hint of admiration. "The outfit really suits you. Are you headed somewhere special?" Jackie hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting away before she mustered the courage to speak. "Cassie, I've been feeling really bad about something lately, and I just need to know... Have you forgiven me?" Cassie's brows furrowed in confusion. "Forgiven you? For what?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. "Did you do something wrong?" Jackie stared at her cousin, wondering whether she was joking. They hadn't talked properly since the night at the bar—all because of Caleb—and now Cassie was acting as if nothing had happened between them. "Are you serious?" Jac
Cassie decided to keep Caleb's secret safe, no matter how tempting it was to reveal the truth to Jackie. Cassie was lost in her thoughts, a broad smile spreading across her face. She thought about Caleb and his sudden display of wealth—the purchase of the city's most expensive villa. She remembered walking through the grand entrance, marveling at the luxurious interiors, and envisioning a future there with Caleb. The thought of being married to him, living in that magnificent house, surrounded by comfort and opulence, filled her with joy. She couldn't help but smile, imagining the life they would share in such splendor. Cassie was so absorbed in her daydream about Caleb and the magnificent mansion he had purchased that she didn't notice Jackie calling out to her multiple times. "Cassie?" No answer "Cassie, are you even listening?" There was no response. Jackie frowned and walked up to her, shaking her shoulder gently. "Cassie!" she said, louder this time. Cassie blinked a
"Um, so where were you going?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest. Jackie smiled and said, "I'm meeting Tommy at the canteen in a while. After that, maybe we'll go somewhere romantic. Let's see how it goes." Cassie returned the smile, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Will Caleb also be there?" she asked, trying to sound casual. Jackie shook her head, her expression puzzled. "Why would he be there? I'm meeting my boyfriend, Cassie. Caleb's obviously not invited," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. Cassie couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, that's fine. I'll come with you anyway and find him myself," she said, her tone lighthearted. She couldn't wait to see Caleb again, even if it meant tagging along with Jackie and Tommy. Jackie's smile wavered at Cassie's words. A flicker of confusion crossed her face as she tried to understand why Cassie suddenly wanted to meet Caleb, the so-called loser. Cassie ha
Jackie chuckled, the tension in the room easing. "Nice one, cousin. I'm proud of you, Cassie. There's nothing wrong with wanting to get back at that loser Caleb." Cassie stopped what she was doing and turned to face Jackie, a confused expression on her face. "What do you mean, get back at Caleb?" she asked seriously. Jackie rolled her eyes and said, "Duh, revenge on that delivery boy. What else?" Cassie froze, her eyes widening in shock as Jackie’s words sank in. She stood there for a moment, processing, then asked, "Why would I want to take revenge on Caleb?" Jackie laughed, shaking her head. "You're really good at that innocent look. Keep it up. You'll easily fool that loser. Remember that day in the bar? He embarrassed you, pretending to be rich and all. You found out the truth in front of everyone, and I'm sure that must have been horrible for you. So, I’m guessing you plan to return the favor by embarrassing him in front of the students at Castle College, right?" Cassie b