New Club

Classes went surprisingly well. News of the **** Redhead's sudden reaction to the teasing caught the attention of some people, but Renee genuinely didn't care, especially considering how relieved she finally felt. For the first time in a long time, the tension and apprehension had completely dissipated. She was no longer constantly on alert, trying to anticipate the moves of others. She knew, without a doubt, that more attempts to ridicule her would come, but for her, that no longer mattered much.

Meanwhile, Tracy and her friends were discussing in the girls' locker room what had happened. The disappearance of all the embarrassing content about Renee had already been strange, but that morning had been a declaration of war for Tracy.

"That bitch forgot who's in control. I don't lose. I hit, she gets hit, I take, she loses, I end up triumphant, she ends up exposed and ashamed, who does she think she is to deny the natural course of things?" Tracy said angrily, pacing back and forth with heavy steps.

"She's just feeling confident with her sudden luck. You just need a good comeback to make her lower her head again," said one of her friends.

"Exactly. Do something exemplary against her. You just have to wait for the right opportunity, that girl always gives a series of openings."

Tracy knew this was true. For quite some time, Renee had always been very easy to exploit; she just needed to wait for the first misstep.

Back in class, Renee's teacher ended the lesson slightly early with an announcement.

"At the request of the board, I wanted to let you know that we are opening up space for new clubs and extracurricular activities. If anyone has any proposals..." He said, taking a folder with forms out of his backpack, "Just come here and pick up a form, fill it out with your club proposal and how it would be executed, then hand it in to the principal's office."

At that moment, Renee heard Moradin's voice loudly.

"Hey! The knife-making and blacksmithing hobby you're learning from me could be useful right now."

Renee stood up almost immediately and picked up a form, hearing some jokes involving a possible "Exhibitionist Club" behind her, but she wasn't intimidated.

"If you don't mind me asking, Renee, what will your club be about?" asked the teacher.

"A forging club."

The redhead's answer hung in the air for a few moments. Nobody expected that answer. Nobody really knew what interested Renee, but it was definitely unexpected.

"Um... a forging club. That's definitely quaint, I didn't know you were interested in that," said a student behind her.

"Yeah, there's a lot you have no idea about me," said the redhead, already clearly writing her proposal. Renee knew about the excess of materials in the old school warehouse, a good part of it was scrap metal, she also knew of other places where she could get a lot of old steel and wood, she listed all of this in her proposal in just under ten minutes, when class ended she crossed the excited crowd of students to the principal's office. Unfortunately for Tracy, she would have to be very creative to humiliate Renee if she depended on the redhead's next steps.