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“Go Redwood!” Allie screamed beside me, grinning as Jace walked along the sidelines next to his coach and gave advice to the players. He was far too fucked up from his father to do anything other than watch tonight.
It was the first time I had seen her smile like that in a long time. So much shit had happened these past few days, and now that the principal was gone, we didn’t have to worry about a thing. Poison would burn his body, and everything would return to normal.
“You’re lucky,” Akio said beside me, leaning in closer.
I hadn’t invited him, but I wasn’t going to shoo him away after he saved me.
“My mom hasn’t said a word about you since the dinner. I expected her to”—he glanced over my shoulder at Allie cheering for our team—“to want me to kill you.”
“My mom said to drop it,” I said to him, making sure Allie didn’t hear. I didn’t want her to worry about me the way that I worried about her. She had been taking this whole Jace thing really badly lately. I nudged him. “But you know that I won’t.”
“It would be smart if you did,” he said.
“Your mom nearly killed my parents! Have you killed anyone?” I whisper-yelled at him.
“No!” he said. “I would never do that. You know I wouldn’t.”
“Touchdown!” Allie shouted beside me, jumping up and down.
I gave Akio a look that said we’d talk about this later, and he excused himself to get some drinks and hot dogs for us at the stand down below. I turned back to the football game and jumped excitedly with Allie. She loved these games.
Carter, Redwood’s most annoying quarterback, walked arrogantly back to the sidelines, tearing off his helmet after his first touchdown of the game. He threw Jace a smirk and grabbed his water bottle, saying a few words to Jace.
To me, it looked like Jace ignored it. But Allie stood next to me, gritting her teeth at him, like she wanted to tear that man-whore into two pieces. I didn’t judge her for it either. Carter was the most annoying guy in all of Redwood, and there were tons of annoying assholes here.
“Let’s go, Redwood!” Nicole, head cheerleader, shouted. “Woohoo!”
I inched closer to Allie to stay warm and glanced down at my phone. I had messaged Poison about five times since this morning, expecting a response, but nobody had gotten back to me yet. I’d even checked the police reports this morning and listened in on their calls to see if Poison had gotten picked up.
Nothing.
“Ugh,” Allie said, crossing her arms and staring down at the field. “Why isn’t Jace icing his eye? Your mom told him to the other night before we left.”
A running back from the opposite team ran forty yards to the five-yard line before one of our defensive members tackled him. Jace sighed and glanced up at us. When he did, Allie gave him the stink eye and pointed to her face, as if to tell him to ice that swollen eye right this second.
After giving her his best smile, Jace grabbed an ice packet, waved it in the air, and placed it on his face like she wanted him to. Then, he turned back to the game and slowly watched the time run down before our rival team was about to score.
A buzzer rang throughout the stadium, the bright white lights on the scoreboard reading 14 to 6. The teams retreated to their sides of the field, packing up to head to the locker room for halftime, when the lights in the stadium turned off.
Every single one of them. Even the scoreboard.
Phones started buzzing uncontrollably and lighting up across the stands. I glanced down at mine, hoping it was the Poison boys, and watched a prerecorded multimedia message pop up onto the screen of Principal Vaughn sitting naked in the abandoned warehouse where Poison did their work.
Someone came over the intercom, using a voice enhancer to hide their true identity. But I knew who it was. The only people who would stir up any really bad trouble in Redwood—Poison. My three boys.
The video started with Vaughn trembling in fear as someone shot a bottle of water off his head, then a couple trophies. Then, one of the masked guys came on the screen and showed Vaughn a recording of the girls’ and boys’ locker rooms.
The entire stadium erupted into whispers.
“Redwood Academy, your principal is jerking off to the hundreds of recordings of Redwood students naked in the locker rooms. Is this who you think is fit to lead your school? Is this who we’re giving thousands of dollars to every year? Is this someone you think deserves to live?”
Then, Landon—it had to be Landon—walked into the frame with a knife and cut Vaughn’s dick clean off his body and stuffed it into his mouth. I watched him put duct tape over his lips, and then Vaughn swallowed his own cock.
I gagged and had the urge to throw up my lunch.
“That’s not the only punishment that the Redwood rich will receive for their sins,” João said over the speakers. I could tell it was him by the simple way he talked even though his voice was changed. “Over the course of the next few months, all the lies, all the secrets, all the scandals that have run this town will be exposed. Nobody is safe from the truth.”
That’s when the visual recording stopped, and the lights turned back on. Suddenly, from somewhere in the bleachers, a ball was hurled through the air and toward the field. The ball bounced once, then twice, and then I realized that it wasn’t a ball at all, but Principal Vaughn’s head.
Screams erupted through the crowd.
“Welcome to the end, Redwood,” João said.
