“Where did you find these notes?” I questioned Jonathan.
“Junior is in a few of my classes and they happened to be separated from his notebooks, so I glanced at them and took them.” Jonathan explained. “The crazy part is the dean and principal don’t even believe me.”
“That’s bogus!” Seiya was seething in rage. “Dude, kids have been suspended or expelled for less. I’m sure his dad has money or he would’ve been punished by now.”
I couldn’t argue with Seiya. Even though someone with not as much money like us or certain complexions like ours (and darker [no offense to Tyson or Jonathan]) would be treated in harsher ways, this sounded like something way too dangerous.
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