Jay's Pov:
Freya broke.
Completely.
Her knees hit the floor hard enough that the sound echoed down the corridor.
"I'm sorry," she said, voice shaking now, pride shattered. "I'm sorry. Please—please stop."
Once wasn't enough.
She said it again.
And again.
Each apology weaker than the last.
The crowd didn't move. Section D went quiet. Section E watched without expression. This wasn't entertainment anymore—this was a lesson.
I stepped down from the desk at last.
Not to help her.
To finish it.
I turned slightly and looked past Freya.
"Bring her here."
Ella hesitated when she was called forward. Confusion written all over her face. She stopped a few steps away, unsure, guarded.
I studied her carefully.
"You were dragged into this without consent," I said evenly. "You were used as a name, a tool, a shield.Want to do something?"
Ella didn't answer. She didn't need to.
I nodded once. That was enough.
Then I crouched—slowly—until I was eye level with Freya.
"Look at me," I said.
She did.
Tears streaked her makeup. The crown she'd worn so confidently lay in pieces at her feet.
"You wanted hierarchy," I told her quietly. "You wanted to teach me how power works."
I leaned in just enough that only she could hear.
"This is how it works."
I straightened.
"I might consider lifting the pressure on your family," I said calmly. "If you show everyone here that you understand who's in control."
Freya swallowed.
I didn't repeat myself.
She bowed.
Lower.
Then pressed her lips to the edge of my shoe—brief, humiliating, undeniable.
The corridor went deathly still.
"That's enough," Aries snapped suddenly. "You've made your point."
Kiko stepped forward too, voice raised. "This is going too far."
I turned my head slowly.
My smile didn't reach my eyes.
"Fernandez," I said flatly, "you don't get to intervene."
His jaw clenched.
"You don't like me. I don't like you. Mutual understanding," I continued. "That gives you zero authority over my decisions."
Then I looked at Kiko.
"And you," I said coolly, "two days ago you cornered me and thought it was amusing to cross a line and asked me to be yours."
His face drained.
"And now you raise your voice?" I tilted my head. "Interesting choice."
Neither of them spoke again.
Freya stayed bowed.
I turned away.
That's when she called out, desperate.
"You said—you said you'd help. You said you'd think about it."
I stopped at the classroom door and glanced back over my shoulder.
"I did think about it."
A pause.
"And no."
Her breath broke.
"I don't reward entitlement," I finished calmly. "And I don't entertain brats."
Then I walked back into Section E.
The door closed behind me.
And no one—not Section A, not Section D, not even Section E—forgot who decided the rules that day.
KEIFER'S POV — MISJUDGMENT
I thought I knew how this would end.
That was the mistake.
When Freya dragged Jay into the corridor, I didn't move at first. None of us did. Section E leaned forward—not to help her, not to stop it—but because this was familiar territory.
Public humiliation. Hierarchy enforcement. Someone breaking.
That's how this school worked.
I expected Jay to explode. Swing. Mouth off. Give them an excuse to bury her.
Or worse—fold.
I was already calculating damage control. How far Freya would take it. How much cleanup would be required afterward.
When and how do I have to intervene because even though I can't admit it she is now a section e student.
Then Jay pulled out her phone.
And everything shifted.
The call was short. Casual. Surgical.
No shouting. No threats. No posturing.
Just instruction.
I felt it in my gut before Freya's face drained of color.
This wasn't bluffing. This wasn't bravado.
This was someone used to consequences being immediate.
When the recording played, Yuri stiffened beside me. I didn't need to look at him to know his hands were clenched. Mine were too.
Because that recording wasn't revenge.
It was proof.
Evidence. Control. Timing.
Jay didn't raise her voice once.
She didn't ask for permission. She didn't ask for protection. She didn't even ask for respect.
She took space and let reality collapse around her opponent.
When Freya dropped to her knees, the corridor stopped being a spectacle and became a reckoning.
I didn't feel satisfaction.
I felt recalibration.
Because power like that doesn't scream. It doesn't posture. It doesn't need witnesses.
And Jay?
She'd just shown every section—including mine—that she didn't need Section E.
Section E needed to figure out where it stood with her.
When she sat on that desk—calm, elevated, unmoved—I finally understood.
We hadn't been ignoring her.
We'd been underestimating her.
And that was far more dangerous.
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SECTION E — COLLECTIVE POV
They thought they were about to watch her break.
That was the joke.
Cin had leaned against the doorframe, half-grinning, waiting for the moment she'd snap or stumble. Rory had whispered, "Told you Section A would chew her up." Blaster had crossed his arms, already bored.
They expected embarrassment.
What they got was execution.
Not violent. Not loud.
Clean.
When Freya started unraveling, the noise died first.
Then the confidence.
Then the certainty.
Every boy in Section E felt it at the same time—that uncomfortable, crawling realization that they'd been watching the wrong person the whole time.
This wasn't Section A flexing. This wasn't privilege winning.
This was competence.
Jay didn't win by being cruel. She won by being prepared.
By the time Freya bowed, no one was smirking anymore.
Cin stopped chewing his gum. Rory's mouth hung open. Blaster shifted like he wanted to disappear.
Yuri didn't say a word—but his eyes never left Jay.
When she walked back into the classroom, Section E moved without being told.
Chairs slid back. Space opened.
Not out of fear.
Out of recognition.
She didn't sit at the center. She didn't claim a throne.
She just walked in like the room had always been hers.
And for the first time since Section E existed, every boy in it understood something clearly:
They hadn't been testing her.
She'd been studying them.
And whatever Section E thought it was—
Jay had just proven she could dismantle it without touching a single desk...
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