Jayjay POV
Break was over.
I adjusted my bag and walked back toward the classroom for our next subject. Nothing felt strange. The hallway buzzed with students returning to class, laughter echoing off the walls.
Section E's door was slightly open.
I reached for it.
The moment I pushed it—
SPLASH.
Cold.
Thick.
Heavy.
Something slimy poured over my head, down my hair, my face, my uniform—everywhere.
I froze.
Green slime dripped from my lashes. My skirt stuck to my legs. My bag slipped from my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull sound.
For half a second… the world was silent.
Then—
Laughter.
Explosive. Loud. Uncontrolled.
I blinked slowly, slime sliding into my eyes. I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked up.
Buckets.
Empty.
Hanging slightly crooked above the door.
So that's how it is.
I stood there, soaked, slime dripping onto the floor.
"I hope I don't slip," I said calmly, stepping forward with care.
That made them laugh harder.
Some were holding their stomachs. Some were pointing. Some had their phones out.
I looked at all of them.
Every single face.
I didn't shout.
I didn't cry.
I just smiled.
"Wow," I said lightly. "You guys really planned this. Teamwork and everything."
That confused them a little.
I turned around and walked out.
Behind me, the laughter followed.
In the hallway, the smile dropped.
I rounded the corner and bumped into someone.
A boy.
Jacket. Clean. Calm.
He looked like he already knew what had happened.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly.
I nodded immediately. "Yeah. I'm fine."
I didn't wait for him to respond. I just walked past.
Straight to the girls' washroom in the main building.
I locked myself inside a stall.
Tried to clean up.
The slime clung to everything. My hair. My uniform. My hands.
It wouldn't come off properly.
My chest felt tight.
I pulled out my phone and called home.
"Can I come home?" I asked softly.
"Why?" Aunty Gemma asked.
"Nothing," I said. "I just… want to."
There was a pause. "Angelo is at work. You'll be alone."
"That's okay."
So I went home.
The maid opened the door and froze when she saw me.
"Miss, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said quickly. "Please—just let me go to my room."
I shut the door.
Dropped my bag.
Sat on the floor.
And finally let my shoulders fall.
Cleaning myself took forever.
Slime everywhere. Tiny pieces stuck in my hair, on my skin. I picked them out slowly, patiently.
No tears.
Just silence.
When I finished, I showered, changed clothes, and lay on my bed.
My body was clean.
My mind wasn't.
I picked up my phone and scrolled through old pictures.
The community.
The noise.
The chaos.
Then—
Hex.
A photo of him smiling proudly with a broken gadget in his hands.
My fingers hovered.
I typed.
I wish you were here.
I locked my phone and stared at the ceiling.
They laughed today.
But they didn't break me.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow was another day in Section E..