The hall was quiet again.
Not peaceful quiet — the kind that hums with leftover chaos 😶🌫️
Bayo's father had stormed out first, dragging his twin sons like broken trophies.
Their suspension letters still fluttered from his grip as the doors slammed shut 🚪
Lizzy and her lawyer followed next; heels clicking like gunshots on marble.
The look on her face said "See you in court." ⚖️
Then came Tomi and her mom, walking slow, heavy, like it was their last day in AllStars Foundation.
Maybe it really was 💔
When the doors finally closed, silence took over again.
A sharp, painful kind of silence.
Like the hall itself was holding its breath.
Principal Lawrence adjusted his glasses and said coldly,
"Lock the doors."
The command echoed across the hall.
The volunteers obeyed immediately.
Clack. The Lock🔒 clicked.
He turned his gaze back to the remaining students: the witnesses, the ones still seated in fear.
"Now that the noise has left," he said, voice calm but deadly,
"let's continue." 😐
He slid open another brown file, bold label on it read: ROOFTOP WITNESSES 📂
The Vice Principal leaned forward, adjusting her scarf.
"This part," she muttered, "will decide how deep this goes."
Murmurs rippled through the hall again.
Some students exchanged looks.
Others pretended not to breathe.
Principal Lawrence scanned the room slowly.
"For those still seated," he said, pausing at every row,
"don't think silence means innocence."
"With the help of the CCTV," Mr. Bamidele added, his tone dramatic,
"we saw a lot more than alcohol. Some were busy fornicating among themselves!"
Gasps filled the hall.
What was this, this time? 😨
"Jayden, come forward with Gift!" Mrs. Bliss shouted.
Jayden Adeyemi, a.k.a. JayVibes, wasn't your regular AllStars boy, he was the US-Nigerian blend that made heads turn.
Born in Atlanta, Georgia, before his parents relocated to Nigeria to manage his grandparents' elite business empire, Jayden carried both the accent and the aura.
A small tattoo of his family's legacy symbol curved just beneath his neck, peeking out like a secret only few could decode.
Golden-brown eyes, clear skin with soft freckles, and that one signature ring — a limited-edition Icebox x So Icy Boyz™ collab straight outta ATL — gave him a vibe that was loud without shouting.
Second in class, yet first in wit, Jayden owned every debate stage like a calm storm.
He played the saxophone like he was telling a story only his heart knew especially when Gift walked by.
They were both returnees.
Both misfits and magnets.
He liked her, always had.
But instead of confessing, he just kept playing tunes he hoped she'd understand. 🎷
Principal Lawrence looked up from the file.
"Jayden… what were you doing at the party around 9 p.m.?"
"Dancing, sir," he said with a straight face 😂💔
"I didn't know you could dance," Mrs. Bliss muttered, almost impressed.
Principal Lawrence's eyes shifted. "And you, Gift...what were you doing?"
"At the toilet, sir," she replied quietly.
"Doing what?"
"Using the restroom."
Mrs. Bliss slammed the file shut.
"We have CCTV footage of both of them making love in the rooftop toilet!" she declared in disbelief.
"WHAT?!" Dr. Adeyemi; Jayden's mom shot to her feet.
"That can't be possible!" She turned to her son. "Jayden, did you have sex with her?"
"No, mum, it's not what you think!"
Which, of course, made it sound exactly like what she thought 😬
The footage rolled.
The two minors kissing, touching, nothing more… but enough.
The entire hall froze.
Parents stared in disgust.
Whispers turned to shame.
What had happened to AllStars Foundation and its dignity? 😔
Even the fellow seniors were stunned.
Nobody expected this.
Gift?
Jayden?
Quite a match… but not this kind of match. 💔
"Can you turn this off?" Dr. Adeyemi said in disbelief.
"As you can see, ma'am, they weren't having sex, just doing something they shouldn't be doing in a toilet," Mrs. Bliss replied.
Then she turned sharply to Gift.
"What is this, acting senior girl? I thought you said you're a low-key babe?"
True true.
"It wasn't expected," Gift stammered. "I left the toilet right after—"
"Right after what?" Principal Lawrence cut in immediately.
Jayden stepped forward, trying to defend her.
"I like Gift since I joined AllStars. It wasn't my intention to do anything flirty, I just… like her."
"If you like a girl, you don't do things like that in private," Mr. Bamidele snapped.
"Next thing we'll hear 💥 she's pregnant!" 😤
"What happened after, Gift?" Principal Lawrence asked, refusing to let the topic drift.
Gift hesitated.
She was like Khadijat; couldn't resist lying, but hated it when she tried.
"I caught Diana vomiting in the closet inside the toilet," Gift said quietly.
All eyes turned to Diana.
Tears rolled down her face.
"Come forward, Diana!" Mrs. Bliss shouted, as Diana's mom stood up immediately.
It was tense.
Too tense.
"Why were you vomiting in the closet that night?" Mrs. Bliss asked.
No response — just embarrassment.
"Can't you talk?" Gift pushed.
"Are you pregnant?" Principal Lawrence asked, picking up his pen.
"No, sir!" Diana barked out.
"Then why were you vomiting?"
Silence again.
Suspense thick enough to choke.
Diana's mom moved forward.
"Please say the truth, and let the devil be ashamed," Jayden said softly.
"Speaking of the devil," Diana snapped through tears,
"were you not the one who almost raped Gift in that toilet?" 😳
The entire hall exploded in gasps.
"You dare not say that again!" Dr. Adeyemi shouted, voice shaking.
"Are you pregnant, or do you need me to get a pregnancy test for you?"
"I'm not pregnant!" Diana cried.
"In fact, I have CVS… if you're a real doctor, you should know what that means."
CVS: Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome.
A genetic condition that causes repeated vomiting with no clear cause.
The hall buzzed with murmurs.
Was she telling the truth or just lying to cover up?
Diana's mom walked to the front, pulled a paper from her expensive bag, and handed it to Principal Lawrence.
A prescription; Zofran, her daughter's medication.
"So Diana isn't pregnant… but a CVS patient?" Principal Lawrence said in disbelief.
He nodded slightly and handed the paper back.
Then he turned to the Ministry of Education representatives seated in the front row.
They spoke quietly for a few moments.
Then, the male rep stood.
His voice carried authority.
>"Following the report of two minors engaging in inappropriate physical conduct at a private event, and a separate health concern involving a student, the following disciplinary actions are mandated:
The students—Gift Okafor and Jayden Adeyemi involved will undertake three weeks of community service and be suspended from all extracurricular activities during this period.
Additionally, formal written warnings will be issued, alongside mandatory counseling sessions with parental involvement.
These measures are necessary to uphold discipline, promote responsible behavior, and ensure a safe school environment. Thank you."
The room fell silent again.
So Jayden won't be in the debate club till graduation?
Gift will lose her title as Acting Senior Girl?
And Diana… Diana will live under whispers for the rest of her days at AllStars 💔
Principal Lawrence sighed, adjusting his tie.
"So far, we've seen cases of cyberbullying, hacking into privacy, and moral misconduct also but to MideFlex, who bought the tickets…BigDave, who failed to monitor the party…and Gift, caught in indecent conduct, you'll all serve under the non-teaching staff section.You'll clean toilets, handle dining duties, and assist maintenance.
The staff are on leave, and this is your chance to learn what responsibility really means."
He rose to his feet as the Ministry reps prepared to leave.
Mrs. Bliss and Mr. Bamidele remained seated, faces heavy with disappointment.
"None of us is against social events," Mrs. Bliss said softly, gathering the files.
"But remember... AllStars Foundation students are not known for indecency.
You come from noble, well-known families. Live like it."
"Prefect meetings," Mr. Bamidele added, "are hereby suspended until further notice."
The hall emptied slowly.
Who's going to blame who?
What's going to happen next?
No one knows.
But one thing is for sure
Everyone is guilty.