The school gates buzzed louder than a generator that morning. ⚡
Phones in pockets.
Eyes on screens.
Every whisper sounded like thunder.
ASF College had seen drama before but nothing like this?.
Group chats were on fire. 🔥
"Check your WhatsApp now!"
"Have you seen the video???"
"Wait… is that not Diana???"
By 7:45 a.m. the rooftop clip had officially gone viral.
Two minutes, forty-seven seconds of flashing lights, pounding bass, and people forgetting rules.
Someone definitely a student, or a snake 🐍 had dropped it into the official school WhatsApp by mistake🫣😱
The one with teachers, prefects, and Principal Lawrence.💔
The clip was chaos edited into proof.
Bottles popping. Cameras close. Dancing too close.
And three faces everyone knew.
Lolade. Diana. Lizzy.
Still suspended. Still shining like city lights in the film.
The footage was filthy for a school.
Too much energy. Too much skin. Too much truth.
Principal Lawrence froze mid-sip when the video hit his screen. 😳
He didn't argue. He grabbed his jacket and drove straight to school.
By 8:00 a.m., every teacher had seen it.
By 8:15, the whole college was talking.
Tension hummed through the halls like bad electricity. ⚡
Tomi leaned against a locker, fingers white on the phone.
"Diana's mum will kill her and me," she whispered.
Oscar walked past under his hoodie, the same boy who owned the night, now heavy and small.
Bayo caught up. "Birthday Bro, you okay?"
"They've seen the video," Oscar said. No fight left in him.
Bayo scrolled. At the bottom of the official group:
> Principal Lawrence texted: "Emergency Staff Meeting now! All Prefects and Captains: Hall. Now."
Bayo whistled. "We're finished."
At the back of class, Gift and AraBaddie scrolled like addicts.
Each new forward was a shot.
> "ASF After Dark."
"Rich Demons Reloaded."
"Suspended girls, suspended morals 😭😭😭"
Gift dropped her phone. "They're dragging everyone that was there. Even me?!"
AraBaddie shrugged. "People act holy until something spicy drops."
"Where's MideFlex?"
"Probably in trouble already."
9:00 a.m. The emergency bell🔔 screamed.
Students flooded out. Teachers lined up. The Assembly Hall filled fast.
Principal Lawrence stood at the front, calm like a storm.
A projector projecting the clip glowed behind him; the school watermark visible, undeniable.
No one dared breathe.
"This-," he said, voice low and dangerous,
"-is what happens when students forget who they are."
Silence cut through like a blade.
Even the ceiling fans seemed to listen.
Phones buzzed in pockets far away
Lolade, Diana, Lizzy at home watched their notifications explode.
But in the hall...
The principal walked the line slowly, eyes scanning faces.
"I am deeply disappointed."
"Videos of our students at a rooftop party, with alcohol, indecent behaviour, and suspended students present are circulating online??? Do you know what that means for this school!?"
Only the fan hummed back.
Oscar kept his head down.
BigDave looked steady, daring anyone to call his name.
MideFlex's chest thudded like a warning drum.
Principal Lawrence slammed a printed screenshot down.
"The Ministry has seen this. Your parents will too."
Gasps😯. Phones lifted📱.
Rumours started sprouting:
"Diana confessed"
"Lizzy arranged the invite"
"MideFlex and Lolade were more than friends that night"
None of it confirmed. All of it poisonous.
"Is this what AllStars Foundation College taught you?" Lawrence barked, venom sharp.
"You've brought nothing but shame. Senior students,.....we have reached an agreement already."
He didn't toss out mass expulsions. He couldn't. Not yet.
"There will be no inter-house competition. No events, no socials. You'll clean toilets, dining halls, sweep classrooms. Staff will go on leave while you earn your keep."
Faces shifted. Some guilty. Some blank. Some already calculating damage control.
"We will investigate who handed out the mocktails, who supplied the bottles, who invited who!" he roared.
"And as for the suspended students… just hope you'll see them again."
His smirk cut colder than the room.
With that, he stormed out.
Mr. Bamidele with his cane stared like a legend and stepped forward.
"There'll be test week next week! Not next month."
"To test your brains, not your nonsense."
"Ah! Test week ke!" The hall muttered like a ripple of dread.
"Silence!" He smacked the cane on a desk. "To those concerned, your parents will be called. You'll be questioned in the principal's office. Stay tuned."
Mrs. Oke sighed. "Back to class now!"
But the release felt hollow, the corridors filled with whispers, hormones, and regret.
...
Back at the lounge, the fallout was its own beast.
Tomi threw her phone. "Who in the hell dropped that video in the official group?!"
BigDave stood, voice edged. "I checked the champagne myself. How did you guys get drunk?"
All eyes flicked to Zad, Rich Demon leader. He lifted a brow. "Am I supposed to answer that?"
"Whoever did this should confess," Gift said, voice small. "Let the innocent go free,I can't be dragged in this mess..."
Zara, the vice principal's daughter snapped like a wire. "So it's us that want to be dragged, abi?" Her face was pale; she knew the storm.
"I wasn't talking to you, Health Prefect," Gift shot back.
"Then don't act selfish, Madam Acting Senior Girl," Zara retorted. That one stung.
Oscar suddenly stood. Eyes burning. "Will you shut your stupid mouths?" His voice cut through like a blade.
"If anyone should be furious, it's me. I told my parents the party was under control and at midnight, mocktails were passed around???" He looked like he might actually burn the place down. "One thing is sure: I'll find who did this. Expel them, sue them, punish them by school and by law. My family will not stand for this for sure." He stormed out.
The heartbeat of the room became audible. Everyone felt it.
BigDave planted himself. "If you weren't invited, confess in the principal's office. If you were forced to drink a mocktail, say so. I Balogun David! will never be expelled because of you bloody liars!" He left with swagger that tried to hide panic.
A male voice from a corner muttered, "If this school were a movie, buckle up, tomorrow is hell."
KayPrime announced the sudden test timetable. Study groups dissolved into whispers. Who could read now? Who could sleep? Who would fall under the coming storm?
The investigation will soon begin. The guilty will be found sooner than expected.
ASF College had turned into a pressure cooker.
And somewhere in the dark, someone watched the steam rise with a smile.
🔥 To be continued… 🔥