Lily and Ollie enter Mr. Hunter's room

"This way." Ollie said, guiding a suspicious Lily to the hallway where Mr. Hunter's room was located. The two of them stopped in front of a large wooden door and Ollie knocked on it.

"Who is it?" The vice-principal's voice inquired from behind the door.

"It's me." Ollie replied.

"Enter."

Ollie grinned and opened the door, motioning for Lily to follow him inside. The auburn-haired girl slipped inside, taking notice how much Mr. Hunter's bedroom was bigger than the ones assigned to the students.

However, that was when the weirdness began. The lights were out, the only sources of light in the living room being the lampshades and a few candles. Then there was Mr. Hunter himself, fiddling with a video camera mounted on a tripod.

The forty-something man turned to them and gave a large smile. "Welcome, Mr. Worthington and Ms. Newman, please have a seat." He said in a cheerful way, completely different from his usual grumpy self.

Lily frowned in confusion, but not wanting to upset the stern vice-principal, did as she was told and went to sit on a chair beside the one Ollie had taken.

“Not the chair for you, Ms. Newman,” Jerome Hunter stopped her. “The couch, please.”

“The couch?” Lily asked, looking at the elegant piece of furniture positioned right in front of the camera. Jerome nodded and she walked over to it.

As she sat down, Mr. Hunter fiddled for a few more seconds with the camera, as if he was adjusting it and then looked at her with a smile. “Alright, Ms. Newman, I’m going to be straight with you here,” The vice-principal said. “As Ollie here may or may not have told you, I keep a collection of videos back home, videos of the prettiest amongst the female students of our school.”

Lily raised an eyebrow, alarm bells ringing in her head. “Okaaay,” She drawled out, confused. “And what does it have to do with me? Ollie said you wanted to talk about some **** stuff.”

“We’ll get to that eventually, or not,” Jerome replied. “As for your involvement, I realized I don’t have any videos of the girls in your group, since Ms. Holland broke up with Ollie before he could mention it to her. So, I was wondering, will you give me the pleasure of recording you?”

The auburn=haired girl thought it to be downright creepy, but she figured she couldn’t say that straight to the vice-principal’s face without knowing what he really was talking about.

“Uhn, what kind of videos?” Lily asked in a suspicious tone.

“Why don’t I explain as we go along?” Jerome asked in a creepy kind voice. “Now, please take off your clothes.”

Lily’s eyes almost bugged out of her head at hearing the older man’s request. “Excuse me?!”

“He told you to strip for us,” Ollie said from his chair. “Are you deaf or something?”

“Now, Ollie, no need to be rude to our guest,” Mr. Hunter chastised the young man. “But he’s also right, Ms. Newman, please remove your clothes.”

Lily jumped to her feet. “Are you crazy? I’ll never do it, and rest assured that my parents will hear about this!” The leggy girl yelled, indignantly.

Jerome sighed. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but you’re forcing my hand, Ms. Newman,” He said in a somber voice. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll have **** but to put all your friends on the first plane back for all that **** they smuggled here and then suspend them once we get home. Maybe I can even stop all of you from graduating.”

“You can’t do that!” Lily blurted. “Ms. Lamb would never let you!”

Mr. Hunter and Ollie exchanged an amused look and then the older man looked back at Lily. “You see, Ms. Newman, life can take strange turns sometimes. I know how close your little group are with Ms. Lamb, and that’s the reason I’ve never approached any of you for this,” He revealed. “However, while he was at your little party, Ollie here noticed how much your friend Xander Evans was looking at Ms. Lamb and that sometimes she returned those looks. I can easily forge some evidence that they were into an inappropriate relationship and fire poor Rosie, not to mention the possible legal action she would have to face.”

Lily froze, falling down onto the couch once more. Her hands covered her face and she looked down, starting to panic. “This can’t be,” She whispered. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“So, as you can see, it’s your choice, Ms. Newman,” Jerome said in his strange cheerful voice. “Think about it for a couple minutes.”

“Dammit!” Ollie cursed, impatiently. “Off with the clothes already!”