“Are you blind or something? We spying on Soren, dumbass.”

  Nylah and Marcus were spying on Soren, and their now ‘maybe pedo’ teacher. How much clearer can I get?

  The night before, both ‘special’ kids were texting each other and forth, contenting over the ordeal their ‘maybe pedo’ teacher displayed for them and surmising whether it was flirtatious or just normal.

  Marcus only focused on the fact that Soren was a tad uncomfortable with the half hug, but overall he didn’t find it as flirting, whereas Nylah was going out of her way analyzing and being intricate with what she saw, going out of her way to explain it so palpably Marcus could finally understand it. Nylah overexerted herself to reenacting the scene to which Marcus blamed her for putting too much of her narrative instead of understanding where he’s coming from. A huge fight ended up ensuing and they went back and forth; cussing each other out, deliberately saying derogatory stuff at the other, and even initiating a ten minute call where they flexed off their class and wealth out of nowhere to seem more prominent than the other. In the end, no clarification exuded out of the conversation, ending the night with a text goodnight, which they grimaced at afterward noticing.

  Today was different, however. Marcus and Nylah were of course planning on spying on the teacher, which they presumed was going to be harder, taking into account that they’ll get weird looks from other kids, and most likely get tangled up in other investments which will hinder their stalking time. For example, the girl that has a friend-crush on Nylah. But how the tables have turned. What made their stalking easier was the very same teacher notifying Soren to stay back after school to have a brief conversation over his grades. It was out of the blue, considering he’s been at the top of his classes recently, and hasn’t stagnated not once; but Soren, of course agreed to this despite the fact he felt a bit queasy at the mere thought of them both being alone together, especially after what happened yesterday, but he didn’t want to be rude.

  Overhearing this, Marcus and Nylah gave a brief look at each other before nodding in agreement. This wasn’t normal, and they both knew that Soren was most likely going to encounter another non consensual approach from the teacher again.

  But as eager to reprimand the teacher, they had to wait for the right time to do it, and who to report to. Simply reporting the case wasn’t all easy either; they would have to garner susceptible evidence that will elicit the teachers into directing this to the board of education or commence a meeting amongst the teachers. If there’s no evidence convicting the teacher of a sexual crime, then there’s really nothing they can do, especially since that kind of allegation is serious. Pretty much the only time they don’t blame something on an anomaly…

  When the end of school neared and students were leaving the building and school grounds in a hurry, Soren stayed back, agonizingly waiting for his teacher at the classroom they agreed to meet at. The hallways were now pitch quiet, quiet enough you could hear the footsteps of someone resound throughout the halls, and hear the birds chirp prominently. Despite the loudness of the quietness, the aura of the hallway he was in felt so mundane, eerily mundane. The lights were dimmed significantly till it matched the dull shade of beige covering the vicinity of the hall, paired with vibrant colored wall board borders, and flyers which failed to interest students passing by. The door to go inside the classroom was half open with no one inside, so Soren excused himself inside to idle about until the teacher came.

  As expected, Marcus and Nylah were tangled up in some after school errands that they had to do for some of their classmates — which was stupid but ok — resulting in their spying time delayed. Next after next after next more errands perpetually piled up, soon becoming a plethora of side quests to do before going back on the main one.

  Evidently, Nylah thought all of this was incredulous, why would people think they're little errand runners when they themselves have stuff to do? Oh but of course, there's always a little bribery at the end, and said bribery was compensation: 20 dollars.

  “Dumbass Marcus… I knew he was a broke bitch when he agreed to that deal.”

  Nylah was sent to embark on a mission to find one of her classmate’s friends’ homegirl’s makeup bag with her lash glue in it. She was reluctant at first to even agree upon the request, but then the classmate practically seduced Marcus with fifty dollars, which gave him a cocky attitude whilst trying to act nonchalant.

  “What happened to you being all studious and shit?”

  Marcus shoved the fifty dollar bill into his pocket, planning on putting it in his wallet later, “I am studious still, now let's hurry up and find that damn makeup bag.”

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  Nylah sucked her tongue at him and whipped around with full force, making her bangles jingle and her long hair emitting a sound when she turned.

  And that’s how Nylah, the obscene and flamboyant girlypop, came about searching for a makeup bag. She was, at first, thinking about stealing the bag if it had anything she needed or a brand she used and telling the classmate that she couldn’t find it, but she wasn’t that mean to do that… I mean, she could if she wanted too.

  So far, each classroom and staircase she checked were clear of any makeup bag, and she was racing against time to fucking find it before she suspects Soren getting touched by that damn teacher. She still had her suspicions of that teacher at first glance the minute he so gradually made her little friend discomforted. She wanted to get the evidence so badly, she even involuntarily pricked at her fingers when thinking about every bad possible scenario that could happen if she didn’t reach him in time. Prior before she started going up, she passed by Marcus scrupulously checking every desk for that damn bag; reminiscing about him doing that made her even more pissed and worried.

  She continued going up and down until she abruptly stopped at the third floor of the school building. She didn’t know why she did, but her gut feeling told her too, and so she listened. She never had these feelings before but her mother told her how important they are and to listen, but despite listening she was still apprehensive to walk down the hallway her conscience told her to walk down. Down there were science classrooms that weren’t being used anymore because of newly renovated classrooms for the science department. The only time people would use those classrooms were for the smoochy or other stuff. Not only that, but the hallway was so eerie and dim, no matter how colorful the wall board borders were, it was still such a creepy vibe and Nylah was not having any of it.

  Regardless, her legs inadvertently moved on their own, going down the creepy hallway. The more she walked down the dim hall, the more murmur she heard coming from one of the classrooms, and those voices belonged to two people she knew. She shifted herself to be more quiet and stealthy, carefully and attentively watching her step and noise capacity to not alert whoever was inside. As she got closer she could easily discern the idle chit chat happening and the familiar voices.

  She was right, it was Soren and the ‘maybe pedo teacher.’

  Nylah, without any thinking, reactively reached for her phone in her back pocket and hovered over to record the conversation that was ensuing. At least she was gathering evidence for Soren’s protection.

  “You know, I’m surprised you don’t have a partner yet.”

  Soren looked at him a little perplexed and discontent, “I mean I never really was interested in dating anyone…”

  “Why not? I mean looking at you, you look cute. You have the face of a hamster. I’m just surprised no one asked out a little cutie like you.”

  “Yeah…”

  She steadied her breath, listening to Soren stammering over his words as the teacher kept on asking him weird questions. Oh how ready she was to confront and fight him, but she couldn’t make it obvious that she was eavesdropping on them conversing.

  The more the elder spoke the more livid Nylah became, tightening her tenacity until her long nails penetrated her palms leaving an imprint. She hated how coddled the teacher was to Soren, and consequently, she was about to step in until she felt a tight grip on her shoulders.

  It was Marcus.

  He conspicuously stomped his feet to indicate that someone was coming before revealing himself from outside the classroom, abruptly interrupting the little wooing that was imminent.

  “Hey, there you are Soren. We gotta go, my mom’s making food for us.”

  The teacher withdrew his grubby hands that were within reach of Soren.

  Just looking at him at his visage you can tell he was trying to covertly hide his flushed face of relief. It was like Soren was waiting ten years for someone to release him from the teacher's grasp. And so he was.

  Marcus grabbed him by his collar and pulled him out the classroom where Nylah was stationed near in between the wall and the door.

  “Oh hi Nylah :3” he gave a little wave to her before he even thought of stabilizing himself on his feet.

  He’s a little too calm about all this.

  Nylah stood up fixing her phone away behind her back concealing it before walking away with the both of them boys. The teacher still stayed inside the classroom, probably dazed at the fact that Soren was taken away from him, and from the fact that he might get fired or investigated.

  Regardless of Marcus being able to safely elude Soren from being groomed any longer, Nylah still had a tantalizing thought roaming in the back of her head, she couldn’t elucidate why their so-called innocent teacher just changed in two days. In class, he would always assist people when he noticed them struggling and wouldn’t stagger to ask questions for them, but for him to suddenly have girls swarming him at Giovanni’s, and then develop a kin to Soren at a moment's glance was all too sudden. Nylah even took note of the abrupt change in clothing style too.

  Ahhh… this is too much for my brain to handle right now.

  It’s better if they all went home to Diesel first.