The cracks in the untouchables' kingdom were no longer subtle. They were gaping chasms, swallowing reputations, friendships, and futures. By the end of the week, the aftermath of Sean and Colton's exposures had rippled through Sunshine High and beyond, leaving chaos in its wake.

Sean's days of invincibility were over. Mr. Hargrove had been fired and arrested after an investigation revealed the extent of his misconduct with students. Sean's involvement in blackmailing the teacher for money and grades was now public knowledge. Although Sean wasn't arrested, his scholarship opportunities were slipping through his fingers, and his name was tarnished.

At the same time, Colton faced consequences far beyond the school's walls. The local authorities took him in for questioning after the footage of his street racing circulated online. The racing ring wasn't just a dangerous game; it was tied to illegal drug operations and gang activities. Though Colton hadn't knowingly participated in those elements, his name was now entangled in a much larger investigation.

In the halls of Sunshine High, the untouchables were no longer untouchable.

The cafeteria buzzed with tension. Aspen and Tayln sat on opposite ends of the room, avoiding eye contact with each other. Nova sat alone, her usually polished demeanor replaced with embarrassment as students whispered about her behind her back.

Jason, meanwhile, was unusually quiet. His confident smirk had been replaced with a grim expression as he scanned the room, his mind working overtime. By lunchtime, he had made up his mind.

That afternoon, Jason called for a meeting.

The six untouchables gathered in the dimly lit warehouse that had become their unofficial meeting spot. The air was heavy with tension, and their once unshakable bond now felt like a distant memory.

Jason leaned against the workbench, arms crossed tightly. Aspen sat in a worn chair, her arms folded, her gaze icy. Tayln leaned casually against the wall, her expression smug, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Nova sat quietly in the corner, her eyes downcast. Sean and Colton stood to the side, both visibly uncomfortable, their reputations already in tatters.

Jason finally broke the silence, his voice sharp. "We need to figure out who's behind this. And we need to do it now."

"Why bother?" Aspen said, her voice laced with venom. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Whoever it is, they're doing the world a favor."

Jason's jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin. "This isn't funny, Aspen."

"No, it's not," Aspen replied, her gaze sharp and unrelenting. "But watching you squirm is. Your time's coming, pretty boy, and I hope they make it big. You deserve it."

Jason pushed off the workbench, stepping closer to her, his voice dropping cold and steady. "You think this is a joke? You think this doesn't affect you too? We're all in this together, Aspen."

Aspen scoffed, her arms unfolding as she leaned forward. "Oh, please. Together? Don't pretend like you're some kind of leader, Jason. You've always been in it for yourself."

Jason's frustration boiled over. "At least I'm trying to figure out who's doing this! All you've done is sit back and hope it's someone else's turn. What happens when they come for you again, Aspen?"

Aspen stood abruptly, her voice rising. "Maybe I hope they do! Maybe I'm sick of pretending like we're invincible. We're not! And you know what? Whoever's behind this—maybe they're right. Maybe we deserve this."

Jason stepped closer, his voice low but cutting. "You've never had a problem being part of this group when it benefited you. Don't act like a martyr now. You've been just as ruthless as the rest of us."

Aspen's eyes narrowed, her words dripping with disdain. "At least I never pretended to be perfect. You walk around like you're untouchable, but guess what, Jason? You're next. And when it happens, I'll be front row, watching you fall."

The room fell silent as her words echoed off the warehouse walls. Tayln smirked from her spot, clearly enjoying the exchange, while Nova shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

Jason turned to Nova, his gaze piercing. "Do you have anything to add? Or are you just going to sit there and hope it's not you next?"

Nova flinched but finally lifted her head, her voice quiet but steady. "We all know what this is about."

Jason frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"This is retaliation," Nova continued, meeting his eyes. "Whoever's doing this—they're doing it because we've hurt them. And let's be honest, we haven't exactly been the nicest people."

Tayln snorted. "You think? We've bullied half the school."

Jason's voice rose. "That doesn't narrow it down!"

"Exactly," Nova said. "We've treated a lot of people horribly. This could be anyone. But they're organized, and they know exactly how to hit us where it hurts."

The weight of her words settled over the group. For a moment, no one spoke.

Jason clenched his fists, his voice tight. "We need to find out who it is and stop them before they ruin everything."

Meanwhile, Zahari and Liya were back in Liya's room, meticulously planning their final exposure. Jason was the last untouchable standing, and they wanted his fall to be the most dramatic yet.

"We've got everything we need," Zahari said, scrolling through her laptop. "Photos, texts, videos—this is going to destroy him."

"And her," Liya added, referring to the older woman Jason had been seeing. "She's engaged. Imagine what her fiancé will do when he finds out."

"I don't want to imagine," Zahari said with a smirk.

Ryan, their tech-savvy accomplice, had once again come through. He packaged the evidence into a neat, damning file and anonymously sent it to the older woman's fiancé. The package included footage of Jason and the woman meeting at a hotel, screenshots of their flirtatious messages, and details of their relationship.

"All set," Ryan said, leaning back in his chair. "Now we wait for the fireworks."

Zahari and Liya exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.

"Tomorrow's going to be a big day," Liya said, closing her laptop.

Later that night, as they were about to turn in, their exposure account received a notification.

"Who's messaging us this late?" Zahari muttered, opening the account.

The message was short and to the point:

Jason: Who are you? What do you want to not expose me?

Liya raised an eyebrow. "He's panicking."

Zahari smirked. "Good."

They stared at the screen for a moment before Zahari began typing a reply:

Anonymous: What we want is for you to face the consequences of your actions. See you tomorrow, Jason.

She hit send, her heart racing with adrenaline.

Liya chuckled. "He's going to lose it."

Zahari leaned back in her chair, her smile widening. "Tomorrow, the untouchables will be officially done."