chapter sixteen - Lisa Pranked, Book Missing

Lisa's P.O.V.

I approached my locker, realizing I hadn't seen recca. Normally, she'd be waiting for me at the entrance, but she was no where in sight. Perhaps she was avoiding the entrance due to that ominous figure, Inigo. I dismissed the thought and decided to look for her, puzzled by her fear of him.

After opening my locker, I found a red sticker that read "busted", and chocolate liquid poured over me. Shocked, I shrank back, the sent overwhelming as students laughed at my misfortune. The liquid ruined my hair and my dress, but what truly alarmed me was the absence of my books. It struck me that inigo's warning about the departing truck was true. Realization hit me, and I shouted and cursed as I rushed out. The students seemed delighted by the prank.

I sprinted towards the entrance, only to be blocked by James.

 "Going somewhere, princess?" he sneered, stepping back and wrinkling his nose. "Whoa! You stink," he mocked.

 "Look, everyone, Lisa has body odor," Peter joined in, triggering laughter from the crowd.

 "Stop!" Inigo intervened, emerging from the midst of the crowd. "Don't you guys have any shame? She's a pig in distress and should be treated like one," he declared, followed by someone in the crowd mimicking pig sounds, further fueling the laughter.

 "It's great that you find pleasure in my pain," I retorted to Inigo.

 "Thank you, mi' lady," he responded, placing his hand on his chest mockingly.

 "Look, lollipop, you have 30 minutes to get to the truck; otherwise, your books will be incinerated," John warned, and Inigo bowed, making way for me as I hurried out.

I ran until my legs ached, overwhelmed by everything. Frustration built up, and tears streamed down my face as I continued running. The need to reach the truck and save my books intensified; losing them was not an option. However, upon my arrival, all the materials had already been dumped into the incinerator. I fell on my knees, crying in despair. It was all inigo's fault my

 "Curse him," I muttered through my tears, determined not to let him see my vulnerability. I wiped away the tears, vowing never to give him the satisfaction of witnessing my breakdown.