School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Ironically, despite the title, Waza doesn't even make an appearance in this chapter.

Chapter 43 – Waza’s Anger

“What’s so funny?” Frost asked, walking up behind a group of students who were staring up at something on the wall that had them all enthralled. The men were looking needy and the women were looking snide, and for a moment even Frost’s tall head could not see around them, but then they moved, sensing a figure of authority, and he saw what was on the wall of the school. Frost reached forward and tore the picture away as quickly as he could, then glared down at the students. “Who put this up?” he yelled.

Most of the students shrugged, none of them having the answer he wanted to hear. Some knew, some did not, but none were willing to fess up.

“Get to class,” Frost roared and it was the first time anyone had ever seen the calm gorgeous Ice God lose his cool and grow hot under the collar. Lilis was walking forward at that moment and watched her fiancé losing his temper.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Frost shoved the photo at her and she took it in her hands then became the same pale that Frost wore all year long upon his skin. She looked up at him and then back down at the picture. It was Yuna, in a horrid state of undress, and it was quite obvious what was being done to her, for though no one saw the man’s face that was on top of her, they could all see what he had shoved deep inside of her, the picture made sure of that detail.

“Well… shit,” was all Lilis could mutter. “You think this is the only one?”

“Definitely not,” Frost sighed. “Have you seen Darrke?”

“You think he put these up?” Lilis asked desperately.

Frost shook his head, reassuring her. “No, but I know for a fact he knows who did. He seems to always know everything that is going on, and never seems willing to tell. But he will tell, if I have to pull his toenails from his toes with a wrench.”

Lilis cringed and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m going to go play damage control and start searching for more of these and take them down.”

“What about your first period?”

Lilis shrugged again. “They will be happy without me for a few minutes, I can always have one of the students act as teacher today. We need to get these pictures off of the walls.”

Lilis walked down the halls, tearing a picture down every few feet, a few of the counselors receiving word and coming out to help the English teacher pull down the pretty pictures of a student in many stages of undress. Though the men’s faces were not shown it was hard to miss who some of them were, one of them on the chess club. Lilis stopped at her class and asked a student she trusted to handle things, make sure everyone read the chapter, and then she stepped out again only to find that pictures had reappeared where she had already been.

In the library Frost walked in to find students at the computers laughing and pointing. He had to go through and unplug every monitor just to get the streaming video off of the screen, much to the chagrin of many teenagers, but to the happiness of the library officials who had not noticed until Frost had burst through.

“Actually, I’m looking for Dane Memeshii, have you seen him?” Frost asked of the lady who was shooing the students away from the computers until she could be sure the image and video of Yuna’s sex act would not come up again.

“You mean Darrke?” the old lady asked, her back turned away from the science teacher.

“Yes,” Frost said between clenched teeth.

“He was in here earlier, but he left suddenly, and now that I think about it, he left suddenly when he saw the computers,” the old lady admitted. “Looks like he knows something.” She turned towards Frost, but he had already disappeared.

Frost found Darrke down one of the corridors, placing up some of the spare pictures of Yuna, and to Frost’s horror he saw that Darrke had quite the stack. Darrke turned to Frost and did not even have the decency to look ashamed of his act.

“What the Hell are you doing?” Frost asked, his temper nearly lost.

“Testing you, and helping Waza,” Darrke admitted, a cruel crooked smile on his face. “I want to see if you can truly punish me, and I want to see if Waza can ruin Yuna.”

“Why?” Frost asked.

“Because I think I was right about you and Lilis,” Darrke said bluntly.

“Not that you simple-minded peon,” Frost sneered. “I mean why do this to Yuna? What has Yuna ever done to you?”

Darrke shrugged. “Nothing particularly,” he said. “She’s the one that made me as messed up as I am, always putting it in my head that there was something wrong with me. She is the one who said I should be gay, for no girl would want me. Then when I thought, maybe I am, she laughed that I was some queer loser who would never even win the man.”

“That’s it?” Frost nearly screeched, causing teachers to look out classroom doors. “What the fuck is with you teenagers, always worried about what others think of you? First Ashe, now you, both off of the deep end for some simple revenge?”

“Yuna deserves this,” Darrke growled. “Not just because of me, but because of everyone. She made Bliss’s life miserable, she had a girl kicked off of the cheerleading squad because her feet were too sweaty, so she spread more rumors. It seems Yuna is the one who has something against gays, maybe she really is a lesbian.”

Frost felt like pulling long strands of white hair out of his head, or pummeling the student before him. Either way neither was going to solve his problem, and his problem was out and out Waza. “Get to class, Darrke.”

Darrke smiled widely. “I’m right,” he nearly sneered, slapping his knee out of happiness. “You can’t punish me.”

“I most certainly will, but right now I need to punish Waza,” Frost snapped. “Where is Waza?”

“How do you incriminate someone who is out sick today?” Darrke asked pleasantly.

“Well, someone has to be at home making sure the internet feed is going where it is supposed to… I see by your silence that you did not expect your teachers to be smart enough to figure it out.”

“No, just you,” Darrke bragged.

Frost stomped forward, breaking into Darrke’s little bubble, and glaring down at the young boy. “What has made you so completely bitter at the world?”

“Having to deal with people like you,” Darrke snarled, but instead of doing something violent, like was Frost’s initial thought process, Darrke reached up, grabbed a handful of Frost’s pure silken white hair, and pulled him down, kissing him full on the lips. At first Frost dared not move, he was not sure if he was dreaming or this was a nightmare, and then he pulled back, seeing that other teachers were stepping out of their classrooms looking horrified.

“Dane Harrke, get to the principal’s office now, and admit what you have done and face the consequences,” Frost roared.

“Which part?” Darrke tantalized.

“Now!!!” Frost roared so loudly the corridors became silent as teachers and students all turned to just faced the red faced teacher and the gloating student who nearly floated down the hallways.