blind eye

You were uncertain why you went to this frat party—but you remembered you made a promise to your friends that you would come. So here you were, albeit against your own volition.

You were busy looking for your friends when suddenly you spotted someone across the room. Alhaitham.

You rolled your eyes. You know him. Everyone does due to his reputation as one of the most eligible bachelors on campus. And ever since you stepped into college, he had been persistently trying to get into you.

He looks across the room and sees you. His eyes remain locked on yours as he takes a sip of his drink, his lips curving into a suggestive smirk.

Alhaitham and his frat brothers stood over a beaten and bloodied individual, their fists still clenched in anger as they gazed down upon their prey. Fear clutched at your heart as you watched from your hiding spot, your phone shaking in your hand as you captured the brutal scene. These were supposed to be the future lawyers of the nation, the ones who stand for justice and uphold the law. Yet here they were, pummeling someone half to death. The thought of what they could do to you if they found out about your recording made you shiver. You had to act fast, had to protect yourself in any way possible. The dean's office seemed like the safest bet, but as you turned to leave, your mind couldn't help but race with the possibilities of what those powerful families could do to you.

You rushed down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to stay calm. With each step, you kept telling yourself that you were doing the right thing, that justice needed to be served. Still, the fear lingered. What if they caught you before you made it to the dean's office? What if they found out that you had recorded them? You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being hunted.

Eventually, you made it to the dean's office and burst through the door, your breath coming out in short gasps. You explained the situation to the dean, showing him the video and begging him to take action.

As the days went by, you couldn't help but feel like you were constantly being watched. Every time you walked down the hallway, every time you entered and exited a classroom, you felt like they were there, watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike. The silence from Alhaitham and his frat brothers was deafening, and it only served to make your anxiety worse.

You knew that they could no longer take the bar exam, and even though you knew what they did was wrong, you couldn't help but feel guilty. Regret swirled inside you like a funnel cloud, tearing away at your conscience. You should have just turned a blind eye, you thought bitterly. Maybe if you had left things alone, you wouldn't be in this situation.

Your heart sank as your friends forcefully invited you to the frat party. You knew that Alhaitham, Ratio, Aventurine, and Kaveh would be there. The idea of being in the same room as them, breathing the same air, made your stomach churn with anxiety.

As you stepped inside the party, the noise and chaos of the crowd only added to your unease. You looked frantically around for your friends, trying to blend into the crowd as best as possible. But it was futile. Your eyes landed on the members of the frat, and you realized that they had already spotted you. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

Alhaitham, being the president of the frat, was surrounded by his friends, laughing and drinking. Ratio and Aventurine were nowhere to be seen, but you knew they

would be around somewhere. Kaveh, on the other hand, was sitting with a group of people, his eyes focused on you. You could feel his gaze like a weight on your skin, and it made you shiver with dread.

As the night went on, you tried to avoid their gazes, but it was impossible. They seemed to be everywhere, watching you from every corner of the room. The thumping music and the laughter of the crowd only added to your distress, and you felt like you were suffocating.

Finally, as the party began to wind down, you spotted Alhaitham making his way towards you. His stride was confident and intimidating, and he seemed to tower over you as he approached.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who decided to show up."

You felt a chill run down your spine as Aventurine's voice whispered in your ear. You flinched, turning to see him standing dangerously close to you with his signature smile playing at his lips. Your eyes flickered to Kaveh and Ratio, and the silence was unnerving. You knew that you had messed up, and the reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks.

"I-I didn't mean to—" you stuttered, your throat feeling dry and tight.

"Save it," Aventurine said with a sneer. "We know it was you who ratted us out."

Alhaitham stepped closer, leaning down so that his face was only inches from yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it made your stomach turn.

"You may have thought you were doing the right thing," he said

"But in this world, there is no right or wrong. Only power and control," Alhaitham continued with a hint of sadism in his voice. "And we have the power. The control."

Kaveh and Ratio moved closer to you, their large frames blocking any chance of escape. You were completely trapped, and you knew it. Fear coursed through your veins like fire, and you weren't sure whether you wanted to cry or scream.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, barely above a whisper.

Aventurine moved even closer, his eyes locked on yours. "Don't be stupid," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You know what we want."

Your mind raced, trying to figure out a way out of this situation. But you knew deep down that there was no escape.