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It was the scent that gave her away.
Not guilt.
Not smoke.
Just scent—the bitter, unmistakable stench of Marlboro reds, clinging to the inside of her blazer like someone sprayed it on with rage.
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A sharp voice snapped through the corridor.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEK4LwdGwE9
It was the discipline officer. Arms crossed. Eyes already made up.
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“Why?”24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzz9hYDdAOD
“Don’t play innocent. Caught ka sa rooftop. Smoking. May picture pa.”
Ruthie laughed. A cold, mirthless chuckle.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5ofHDw7SU
“Next time, Photoshop it better. I don’t even smoke.”
But the evidence was loud.
A crumpled cigarette pack conveniently found in her locker.
A photo—grainy, angled—but just clear enough to resemble her side profile. Standing alone on the rooftop, hand lifted like it held something.
The verdict was already decided.
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“Second offense.”24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5gJMIK8SCf
“No more ‘model student’ privilege.”
She stood silently in the office. No protest. No tears.
But inside her chest, something started cracking.
Not because of the punishment.
But because of how familiar this all felt.
That afternoon, she returned to her locker.
Her books were untouched.
But wedged between the pages of her planner was a note.
Thin, unassuming.
YOU DESERVE THIS.
Black ink. All caps. No signature.
Just five words that curled like acid in her gut.
Flashback – Freshman Year
“Bakit lagi na lang ikaw ang bida?” Marian had asked her then.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRNzz6rhYQU
They were younger. Softer. But the venom was there already.
“Because I don’t beg for pity,” Ruthie answered.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAExfibGDJO
“Sabihin mo na lang na di ka marunong matalo.”24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJJ7xqNvaQZ
“No. Marunong lang akong maghintay ng tamang oras.”
She meant it.
Even then, she already knew:24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCpvMdzSbqX
Winners play the long game.
But lately, it felt like someone else was playing her.
At the campus café, Jay appeared beside her table.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5FRuo4meY
No words at first. Just his presence, calm and unreadable.
“You’re not even going to ask?” she said.
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“Everyone thinks I smoke now. You included?”24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobZVcu1pN0
“I don’t think you’d waste your time with something that slow and temporary.”
Ruthie blinked.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkpQ6JbtjSq
“What’s that supposed to mean?”24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8XYuX7lmW2
Jay took a sip of his coffee.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡARiC3ZBBp0
“Just that… if you wanted to destroy something, you’d use fire. Not ashes.”
For the first time that day—she smiled.
Barely.
But it was real.
Later That Night
She sat on her bed, turning the note over and over.
YOU DESERVE THIS.
So neat. So perfect.
So obviously written by someone used to hiding behind a mask.
She flipped open her planner and wrote below the note:
“Then I’ll earn what I deserve.”
Then she taped it there—like a promise.
Like a warning.
Next Morning – School Assembly
She walked past Marian and Joy.
Both girls laughed just a little too loudly when she passed.
Joy even fake-coughed the word “nicotine” under her breath.
Ruthie didn’t look back.
Didn’t flinch.
She just walked forward, chin up, eyes sharp.
Because if they wanted war, she’d give it.
And if they wanted a villain—
She would show them what a real one looked like.
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