The taxi driver furrowed his brow, concern etched across his face as he stole glances at William's bloodied and swollen face through the rear-view mirror."Son, are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? You look like you've been through a rough time," the driver remarked with genuine worry.William sighed, growing frustrated with the persistent concern for his well-being. He met the driver's eyes in the mirror, determined to downplay the severity of his injuries."I appreciate the concern, but trust me, these injuries aren't as bad as they look. No need for the hospital. Just take me to Maximus rental store," he insisted, redirecting the focus away from his battered appearance.William wiped away a trickle of blood running down the side of his face, emanating from an unseen wound on his head. The taxi driver let out a disapproving sigh, shaking his head in response to William's insistence that the injuries were minor."Young people these days," the driver muttered under his b
It dawned on Caleb that he had betrayed his own values by revealing such personal information. Despite their strained relationship, he couldn't shake the feeling that disclosing Jessica's private moment in such a public manner was a breach of trust.A heavy silence hung in the air as the entire class stood frozen in disbelief. The students exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes shifting between Jessica and Caleb, grappling with the shock of the unexpected revelation.Did Jessica take the initiative to seduce Caleb? Did she try to entice Caleb into a bed in a motel room, by undressing in front of him? However, this whole scenario, seemed impossible in their eyes.In their eyes, women like her had no need to take such initiatives. The very idea that the typically confident and attractive Jessica would undress to entice Caleb into a motel room appeared inconceivable. The surprising reveal left the class confused, wondering about the unexpected change in their classmates' relationshi
I'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing. Did Jessica really strip naked and try to sleep with you?" Tommy asked impatiently, eager to hear the answer.A small chuckle escaped Jake as he looked at Caleb with a mix of surprise and amusement."You're full of surprises these days, Caleb. I mean, Jessica, the girl who's been relentlessly mean to you, suddenly undressing in a hotel room, trying to get you to sleep with her? It sounds crazy. I don't know what to believe, but if you said it happened, I'm sure it did," Jake remarked, giving Caleb a friendly tap on the back.Caleb quietly absorbed his friends' hushed conversation beside him, responding with a faint smile but refraining from offering any explanations. In truth, Caleb had disclosed details about the hotel incident to put Jessica in her place and express his discontent. Having accomplished his goal, he chose not to delve into the topic any further.Tommy and Jake eagerly anticipated Caleb's response, yet he mainta
In the midst of heavy breathing and seething anger, Carl shot a glare at Caleb, who remained composed. "You better watch yourself, Caleb," Carl muttered through gritted teeth.Tommy, trying to maintain a calm atmosphere, addressed the situation."Carl, i think Caleb's right. This is between him and Jessica. It's not our place to get involved. Let it go, Carl."Jake added his voice to the mix, firm yet composed. "Exactly, you need to ease up, Carl. Let Caleb and Jessica handle their own business. And seriously, move away from the entrance. You've blocked it for too long now."Carl, though visibly furious, begrudgingly stepped back, shooting one last venomous look at Caleb. The air in the room still crackled with tension as the students watched the confrontation unfold, uncertain of what might happen next.As Tommy and Jake intervened, standing by Caleb's side, a surge of gratitude and warmth washed over him. Watching his friends assertively support him, Caleb felt a deep sense of appr
Caleb's words, suggesting she tell about that night, hit Jessica hard, making her wish she hadn't provoked him earlier. She regretted mocking him harshly, because now, she stood in the limelight, surrounded by whispers and stifled laughter in the classroom, she found herself stuck in the mess she unwittingly created. The familiar surroundings suddenly felt strange, and Jessica couldn't shake the feeling that her own words had landed her in this tough spot. Had Caleb chosen to stay silent, Carl and the others wouldn't have become so agitated and confronted him.But now, Caleb was looking at her asking her to tell everyone that she had met up with him that night, taken off her clothes and wanted to sleep with him in front of all the whole classroom.A lump formed in Jessica's throat. She realized that if she admitted the truth now, would turn her into the laughing stock of the entire college, leaving her with little hope for ever lookinganyonein the eye.As Jessica felt the weight o
I can't believe she slapped Carl. He was just trying to help, and now everything's chaotic.""This is like a soap opera. I thought Carl was the good guy, but Jessica's reaction is making everything so confusing.""I'm genuinely surprised. Carl was defending her, and she slapped him? What's happening in this class?""Jessica's actions just added more drama to an already chaotic situation. Now everyone's even more bewildered."Carl's gaze remained fixed on her, a sense of betrayal settling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't shake off.Caleb watched with amusement as Carl stood in disbelief, a smirk playing on Caleb's lips. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him—Carl, who had been defending Jessica from the beginning, now found himself at the receiving end of a slap instead of receiving any praise. Caleb couldn't help but think that maybe Carl deserved it for being such a suck-up.Everyone anticipated that Carl would turn against Jessica after the slap. He stared at her w
The fact that he had used the money on seemingly frivolous endeavors, such as treating everyone to an expensive restaurant and rescuing two women who had never given him the time of day, left them questioning his decision-making. They pondered why, if Caleb had initially intended to invest the money, he hadn't followed through with that plan.Tommy, Jake, and Jane found themselves puzzled by Caleb's financial decisions. They wondered if Caleb's lifelong experience of financial struggle had influenced his newfound approach to wealth. Perhaps, they speculated, his lack of familiarity with substantial sums led him to spend it in a seemingly extravagant manner.Despite their confusion about Caleb's choices—especially using a significant portion of the money on people who hadn't treated him kindly—they acknowledged the reasonableness of his explanation. Jane couldn't help but express her frustration, "Caleb, why spend your winnings on unnecessary things like treating a large group at a r
Soon, the remaining students gradually rose from their seats, preparing to depart. The drama had reached its conclusion, leaving no reason to linger.In the quiet aftermath, only Kenneth, Carl, and Tracy remained. Their attention converged on a single figure—Jessica."What's happening between you, Jessica, and Caleb? Is he thrash you with something? Or does he know some secret of yours, and you're afraid he might expose it?" Tracy inquired, puzzled by Jessica's uncharacteristic behavior. It was a far cry from the feisty Jessica she had known for years.Jessica locked eyes with Tracy. The room was pregnant with suspense as Kenneth and Carl waited for her response, hanging on to every moment of the impending revelation. A heavy silence lingered.Jessica, with a heavy heart, shook her head and broke the silence."Caleb isn't holding anything over me, and he's not aware of any secrets I might have. The truth is, I owe him $50,000," she admitted, her shoulders sagging, as she cast a help
As Caleb began to walk out of the classroom, Professor Hanks reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and disbelief."Caleb," she said softly but firmly, "I need you to tell me the truth. Did you steal that money?"Caleb looked down at her hand gripping his and then met her gaze. He could see the earnest plea in her eyes, the hope that he wasn't guilty. He took a deep breath, his expression calm and resolute."No, Professor Hanks," he replied quietly. "I didn't steal the money."Professor Hanks studied his face for a long moment, searching for any hint of deceit. Finally, she released his hand with a sigh, a flicker of hope still lingering in her eyes."Alright, Caleb," she said firmly, her grip still strong on his hand. "But don't stay silent like you did here. You need to defend yourself clearly when you see the headmaster. Speak the truth and avoid any unnecessary remarks. I'll do everything in my power to support you,
Jane’s eyes were fixed on Caleb, desperately waiting for him to say something, to shout, to scream his innocence. But he remained calm and collected, his gaze never wavering from Carl. Carl, noticing Caleb's unwavering calm, smirked and turned to Mr. Henderson. "Here's the proof, sir. Now it's up to you how you deal with this thief." Mr. Henderson glanced at Professor Hanks, who was staring at Caleb in shock, unable to reconcile the calm student with the accusations against him. Mr. Henderson nodded and said, "I can't believe after all this time we've actually caught the thief red-handed. Caleb, come with me to the staffroom. We will discuss further what we should do with you with the rest of the staff." Hearing Mr. Henderson's words, some students nodded in agreement, murmuring among themselves that Caleb should be punished. The accusation seemed to fit with the recent rumors and suspicions. However, those who were close to Caleb, especially Jake, Tommy, and Jane, were filled
The students stared at Caleb with disgust, their eyes shifting between him and the pouch on his desk. Whispers and pointed fingers only deepened the collective disdain. Many had always harbored suspicions about Caleb, simply because he was poor. Yet, in the last few months, something had changed. Caleb had started spending money freely, treating classmates to dinners in expensive restaurants, flaunting an attitude of newfound confidence. The sudden shift was startling. Now, with Jane's pouch found among his belongings, the students were convinced their suspicions were confirmed. To them, Caleb's recent spending spree must have been funded by stolen money from the college. The atmosphere was thick with judgment, the air filled with murmurs and pointed looks. No one seemed to remember the Caleb who once struggled quietly. Instead, they saw only the image of a thief, their minds made up by the damning evidence before them. "I can't believe it!" another student exclaimed, shock evident
"Well, Carl, after an hour, you'll regret what you're doing right now, and you will pay for what you have done." Carl narrowed his eyes at Caleb momentarily and chuckled, muttering under his breath, "Is that a threat?" Caleb didn’t bother to respond, his silence conveying more than words could. Carl shrugged off Caleb's words, confident that they were meaningless. What could a loser like Caleb do anyway? Carl's smirk grew as he unzipped the bag. He knew that as soon as the money was found, there would be no escape for Caleb. The whole class fell silent, the only sound being the slow, deliberate zip opening Caleb's bag. Kenneth leaned forward on his desk, casting a quick glance at Tracy, who had a small smirk playing on her lips. They knew that any moment now, their plan would come to fruition. On the other hand, Tommy and Jake watched nervously, their anxiety palpable. But the most anxious of all was Jane, the class monitor. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was
"I..." Caleb began, weighing his words carefully. Caleb paused for a moment, his mind racing as he processed the situation. He instinctively slid his hands into his pockets, a subtle gesture to calm his nerves. His gaze shifted towards Carl once more, observing the smug confidence etched on his face. It was becoming clear to Caleb that Carl wasn't acting on mere suspicion but had orchestrated this accusation deliberately. The reason for Carl's unwavering confidence in Caleb's guilt pointed to a calculated plan. As Caleb pondered Carl's motives, his eyes flickered briefly to his desk where his bag lay discarded underneath. He couldn't shake the sinking feeling that the money, the very evidence Carl was banking on finding, might have already been planted there. A surge of frustration and anger welled up within him, but he maintained his composure outwardly, preparing to address Professor Hanks and the rest of the class with clarity and conviction. He had been set up. As his
Professor Hanks's hand slammed down on the table with a resounding thud, instantly quelling the rising chatter that had filled the room. "Silence!" Her authoritative command cut through the noise like a knife, demanding the attention of every student present. Once the room had settled into a tense silence, she fixed her unwavering gaze on Caleb, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Caleb," she began, her voice firm yet tinged with curiosity, "do you have anything to say?" Her eyes bore into his, silently urging him to speak up and address the accusations that had been thrown his way. Caleb paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before standing up. "What Carl said just now-his analysis of what could have happened-is very reasonable," he began, his voice calm and measured. "However, there is one small thing he seems to have forgotten to mention." Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "And what might that be?" she prompted, her gaze s
Mr. Henderson straightened his tie with an air of authority, smoothing back a few nonexistent strands of hair as he smiled at Professor Hanks. "Just before you arrived, we may have made some progress regarding the thief," Mr. Henderson announced, his voice projecting across the room. He briefly glanced over at Caleb, who met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, her expression shifting to one of focused curiosity. Stepping closer to Mr. Henderson, she asked in a firm tone, "What progress have you made?" Mr. Henderson's smile widened slightly, relishing the attention from Professor Hanks. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice as if sharing a confidential matter. "Before you got here, Carl accused Caleb of being the thief." Professor Hanks's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She scanned the room until her gaze landed on Caleb, who met her look with a disbelief apprehension. Carl stood smugly with his arms folded across his ches
Mr. Henderson's expression shifted from annoyance to cautious interest. He fixed Carl with a penetrating stare. "You know who it is, Carl? Thrn enlighten us" he demanded, his voice low and serious, cutting through the chatter in the classroom. Carl took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking again. "It's..." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. The suspense in the room was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity as everyone waited for him to continue. As tension hung thick in the air of the classroom, Carl stood up abruptly, his face wearing a confident smirk. His words cut through the silence like a knife. "The thief is amongst us," Carl declared, his voice echoing off the walls, "and he is sitting in this room right now!" A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as students exchanged shocked glances. Whispers erupted like a sudden storm, as everyone began to scrutinize their classmates with newfound suspicion. Mr. Henderson, hi
The professor's glare bore into Jane with unmasked frustration. "Do you have any brains ! Thats what happebscwhen you dont listen!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the classroom walls. "I explicitly warned all students on the notice board to be vigilant with their belongings, knowing there's a thief among us. Yet you, young lady, have managed to have the entire class's fees stolen. And you dare call yourself a class monitor!"His words stung like a whip cracking through the air, each syllable laced with disappointment and accusation. The classroom seemed to shrink under the weight of his condemnation, leaving Jane visibly shaken under the harsh spotlight of Professor Henderson's scrutiny.Jane stood frozen under the professor's harsh gaze, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to find her voice amidst the palpable tension in the room."I... I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I... I didn't mean to... I thought... I thought it would be s