STUDENT BODY DISCORD ROOM
Pres. Vee: Please be reminded that everyone is expected to be in the Student Body Office by 3:00 PM today to arrange the desks of the officers. We will also discuss this year's rules, regulations, and planned activities. Those who don't show up have no right to complain. Thanks.
Prince Charming Casadin: Noted, Princess. š
A for Amanda: Got it. š
Bea for Beautiful: I'll be there. āØ
Delvin into the Abyss: š
FlynnStoned: š¤
Laughter erupted from their table as the six of them hit send simultaneously in the NYE Student Body Discord Room. They were seated together at the elite school's luxurious cafeteria, custom marble tables, natural light from arched windows, and uniformed staff attending nearby tables.
"Vee, why today of all days did you decide to rearrange the SBO?" Bea asked mid-bite. "We all know barely anyone's going to show up. It'll probably just be us six."
"Exactly," Amanda chimed in. "Especially with Hades and Selena MIA right now, you can bet the others will boycott."
"That's why I added the part about not having the right to complain," Evadne replied, twirling her fork lazily. "And I didn't go through all that trouble yesterday for nothing."
"What did you even do?" Flynn asked, raising a brow.
"I just made sure Hades won't be showing up for a few days," Evadne answered with a cool shrug. "Less stress for me while I implement my plans. Because let's be real, even if I'm President, most of the officers are loyal to Hades. If he's around, they'd oppose everything I suggest."
"Stop overloading my plate!" she snapped suddenly at Casadin, who had just plopped another scoop of pasta onto her plate.
"No," Casadin said, pouting as he added yogurt next. "You don't get to have fun without me then act like everything's normal."
"Bro, what happened? You've been throwing silent tantrums since earlier," Delvin asked, amused.
"Because someone at this table is a traitor," Casadin growled dramatically, leaning in so close to Evadne's ear she had to lean back laughing.
"Let it go already," she chuckled and fed him a forkful of pasta, which he accepted without complaint. "It wouldn't have worked if you were there. You would've called out my bullshit the moment I said a word."
"But Princessā¦ I would've backed you up," Casadin pouted again, this time more dramatically.
"And that's exactly the problem," Evadne rolled her eyes. "You're too over-the-top. It would've looked like we rehearsed it. Indie film levels of cringe."
"How dare you," Casadin gasped. "I nailed the snake incident!"
"You did well, yes. Because that wasn't acting. That trembling? That was pure fear," Evadne teased with a smirk.
Amanda pointed at Casadin. "Seriously, Vee, what did you do? He's been sulking like a kicked puppy all day."
Evadne scanned the cafeteria, leaned in, and lowered her voice.
"Soā¦ you all know the real reason Hades ended up in the hospital, right?" she began. They all nodded, leaning closer.
"Well, I had no plans to pull that stunt yesterday, it just sort of happened. I went there to keep up the act of the worried 'girlfriend.' But after Cas leftā¦ and by the way, Hades was already awake while you were still there," she glanced at Casadin. "With how noisy we were, he woke up. Anyway, when we were aloneā¦ he told me I was the one who saved him. That I pulled him out of the river, called 911, and removed his dashcam SD card to hide the fact that I'mā¦"
She lowered her voice to a whisper.
"ā¦a mermaid."
"WHAT THE FUCK?" all five of them said in unison, eyes wide.
"Did that dog of yours run out of oxygen or something?" Casadin asked, baffled. He knew Evadne had pulled a dramatic performance in front of Hades' parents yesterday, but this was news even to him.
"I know, right? And that's not even all of it," Evadne continued. "He said I should admit I can hear thoughts because, apparently, when he was drowning, he heard me speaking to him in his mind. And then I kissed him and told him to breathe underwater. And get this, he actually poured water on me to check if I'd grow a tail."
Bea gasped. "Oh my god. He's probably so stressed he's imagining shit."
"Hades might be top-tier when it comes to academics," Delvin added, "but damn, the boy's an idiot in real life."
"That idiot poured water on you to make you transform into a mermaid?!" Casadin exploded. "Did he forget that on your first day back here, you and I spent half the afternoon swimming in your pool? If you were going to grow a tail, it would've happened then."
Evadne burst out laughing at her friends' reactions.
"So moving forward... I knew that Mom and Dad were about to return since Hades was scheduled to be discharged. So what did I do? I confessed," she said with a smirk. "I told him I could hear thoughts, that I was a mermaid, and that I'd hoped he remembered nothing from that night because he was too drunk."
Her friends leaned in, eyes wide.
"I told him I didn't want to end up as some lab rat, so I had no choice but to erase his memory. But since mermaids can't just pick which memory to erase, I had to wipe everything, including his love for Cieryl."
Everyone gasped.
"He panicked, obviously. Pushed me, hard. I almost hit the floor. And perfect timing, because Mom, Dad, and Langdon walked in just then. Of course, I exaggerated. Langdon 'caught' me in his arms like I was this fragile little flower, and I cried."
She wiped an imaginary tear and grinned.
"Then I told them not to blame Hades. That it was my fault, that I made a dumb joke. And guess what he did?"
"What?" Bea asked breathlessly.
"He kept shouting, 'You told me the truth! You said you could hear thoughts! That you were a mermaid!', like, full mental breakdown vibes. That's when his attending doctor walked in." She paused dramatically. "So long story short, instead of getting discharged, he has to stay for psych evaluation now."
Her friends were howling with laughter.
"Vee, you played him dirty!" Bea wheezed.
"You're insane," Delvin added, still laughing.
"I know, right?!" Evadne grinned proudly. "Come on, it's expected, I am bipolar. I'm supposed to do crazy shit."
"See?!" Casadin gestured at her. "Now tell me why I shouldn't be sulking? She had all that fun while I was stuck in class, bored to death."
"And obviously," Evadne added, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "I didn't stop there. I borrowed a nurse's phone and sent Cieryl an anonymous message. Told her Hades was in the hospital because he tried to kill himself."
The table froze.
"Oh my godā¦" Amanda whispered.
"So yeah," Evadne shrugged, taking a sip of her drink, "they'll definitely be showing up at the hospital after class."
"Shit! My heart can't take this, " Casadin clutched his chest dramatically. "It beats too hard for you, Princess."
"Bro, that was so cringe," Flynn groaned, shaking his head, while Bea and Amanda gagged in unison.
"You're just jealous," Casadin shot back, grinning as he tossed a piece of lettuce at Flynn.
Then, he turned to Evadne, more serious this time.
"But Princess, as genius as your plan isā¦ if Hades' loyalists don't show up to the SBO meeting later, it's still pointless. For the meeting to be official and for any decisions to count, we need more than fifty percent of the officers present. If it's just us six, that's not enough."
Evadne smirked.
"You really have no faith in me, huh?" she leaned back with a smug look. "What do you think I was doing yesterday while I was out of school? Of course I made my move. And whether Hades' minions show up or not, trust me, we'll still have the majority after my request gets official approval."
"Princessā¦ tell us what you did," Casadin begged.
"Secret." She winked. "It's a surprise. I don't want to jinx it. I'll tell you when it's done."
Her friends exchanged glances. They had no choice but to accept Evadne's cryptic response for now. But one thing was becoming increasingly clear, the more time they spent with her, the more they realized just how sharp, cunning, and dangerously brilliant she really was.
And to be honest?
They kind of liked it.
By two in the afternoon, exactly as Evadne predicted, her plan was set in motion.
"Vee, sorry, we can't make it to the meeting," Cieryl said sweetly, her smile innocent as ever. "We're heading to the hospital to check on Selena."
"That's okay," Evadne replied with equal sweetness. "But as I mentioned in my earlier message, anyone who doesn't attend will be considered as agreeing to whatever is decided in the meeting."
"Sure. We understand," Nika said with a smile, just as calculated.
"Great. Just send a confirmation in the channel that you're missing the meeting for personal reasons," Evadne said casually.
They both nodded and, one by one, several officers began posting their "personal leave" notices in the student body Discord server.
'As if anything they plan would ever be official if less than fifty percent attend.'
'She really thinks we're scared of her no-right-to-complain message.'
'You might be president, but you're still an outsider.'
Those were just a few of the thoughts swirling in Cieryl and her friends' heads as they turned and strutted out, their polite smiles cracking the moment their backs were turned.
"Veeā¦ what now? It's just the six of us. They really boycotted the meeting," Amanda said, clearly pissed.
Evadne rose from her seat.
"Let's go to the office already," she said with zero concern in her tone.
Amanda, Bea, Delvin, and Flynn exchanged anxious glances, all silently dreading that their efforts would be wasted. Only Casadin seemed unbothered. He grabbed Evadne's bag, slung it over his shoulder, and casually threw an arm around her as they headed to the opposite building, the one where the Student Body Office took up half the first floor.
This would be Evadne's first time stepping into that space.
The moment they entered, her brows arched high.
The interior screamed Hades.
It was stiff, overly formal, and way too serious for a student body office. It looked more like the executive suite of a high-powered CEO than a place for high school and middle school student officers.
"What the hell? Are we in the Falcon Empire Building? This looks like the CEO's command center," Evadne muttered, scanning the minimalist black furniture and stark lighting. "And seriously? Only three desks?"
"Yup, Princess," Casadin replied. "President, Vice President, and Secretary. That's it. But honestly, it's all for show. Hades makes all the decisions anyway. The rest? They're just here to say 'Yes, sir.' Kinda like how he acts around his Gramps. Always, 'Yes, sir'."
He guided her to a sleek leather sofa.
"As far as I know, there are supposed to be almost a hundred student body members, including club representatives," Evadne said, crossing her arms. "Where are their desks? Where do they sit?"
"They don't," Casadin said bluntly. "Hades holds pre-meetings over video call the night before. Everyone comes here the next day just to sign that they've already had the meeting."
"But I thought official meetings require fifty percent face-to-face attendance?" Evadne asked, one brow rising.
"They do. But the Student Guidance office won't act unless someone complains," Casadin replied with a casual shrug. "And trust me, no one's ever complained. Hades runs this like a shadow monarchy. He's like Hitler, except no one's brave enough to call him out. He has the Falcon name, after all."
Delvin, now casually lounging against the President's desk, shook his head with a smirk. "Technically, you could do what Hades did, Vee. But let's be honest, they're going to force you to follow the rulebook. They'll use the system against you the first chance they get."
Evadne simply sighed, not at all surprised. That's exactly why she made her move yesterday.
"So, what's the plan, Madam President?" Flynn asked playfully, spinning around in Hades's old chair like a bored child in a meeting that didn't concern him.
"Office overhaul," Evadne said firmly. "Top to bottom. And I'll be using my own money to renovate everything, so the Student Guidance Office won't have anything to complain about."
"But we're short on people, Princess," Casadin added, stretching out on the leather sofa and using her lap as a pillow.
Right on cue, a notification pinged from their Discord room.
"Says who?" Evadne smirked, checking her phone as the feed exploded with activity.
One by one, names were disappearing from the official SBO database, students who were only included because they were part of Hades's club network. Now that he was no longer President, they had no grounds to remain. Simultaneously, new names began appearing, freshly registered under the Student Body roster.
"Princess... what the hell is happening?" Casadin asked, stunned, sitting up just as a knock came at the door.
Amanda opened it, and in marched thirty members of the Swimming Team.
Then came twenty-six members of the Archery Team.
And finally, most surprising of all, fifteen hulking members of the Weightlifting Club entered, heads held high.
The SBO Discord now showed 86 members. And 77 of them were present, more than half. More than enough.
After her little stunt in the hospital yesterday, Evadne had wasted no time. She formally submitted applications to join both the Swimming and Archery teams, her primary sports. As for the Weightlifting Club, it was already on the verge of being dissolved. The Academy had issued an ultimatum, either organize an academy-wide event or win competitions, or be shut down. The club had failed for two years straight.
So before heading home yesterday, Evadne met privately with the club coach and team captain. She proposed a deal, let her join the club, even if only in name. With her as a member, the club would automatically qualify for SBO representation. In return, she wanted loyalty. And muscle.
Because nothing sends a clearer message to Hades's remaining loyalists than a room full of massive guys silently backing her.
And so, the meeting began, with Evadne laying down her first executive order as Student Body President.
"The entire office is getting an overhaul," she said, standing confidently at the front of the room. "No more thrones for President, VP, or Secretary. This is a council, not a dictatorship."
Her vision came alive in her voice. She wanted a proper conference-style layout where everyone could sit and speak. Corner shelves for paperwork. Sleek laptops lining the long table. A kitchenette for coffee breaks and snacks. The walls repainted pure white, and left open for doodles, artwork, messages. A living canvas of student creativity.
"Draw anything you want," she said. "Your only limit is imagination. As long as it's not vulgar, express yourselves."
Then she dropped her next bombshell.
"To ensure every club meets the Academy's requirements for annual events, I'm introducing a new tradition, Clubs War Week."
A wave of confusion swept through the room. Furrowed brows. Low murmurs. Curious glances.
Evadne smiled, undeterred.
"So what is Clubs War Week?" she began, her tone sharp and deliberate. "As the name suggests, it's a week-long challenge where every club in the Academy will showcase their identity, and every student will get the chance to challenge them."
Her voice growing stronger.
"I went through NYE's archives. During Founder's Week, classes usually do themed performances, cafƩs, dances, singing, the usual. But let's be honest. It's always the same students who dominate. The ones you already expect to perform. It's not a showcase of everyone's talent, it's a spotlight for a few."
She paused, letting the truth sting.
"So we're changing that. This year, we're not dividing by classes. We're going by clubs. Each club must create one challenge activity that reflects the theme or identity of their group. It should be fun, bold, and most of all, doable. Not too easy. Not impossible."
A few students nodded, interest piqued.
"To prove it can be done, the club must submit a demo video. No excuses."
"And to ensure students participate?" Evadne continued, her gaze sharp as glass. "We're implementing a star system. Challenges will come in three tiers. Easy, Medium, and Difficult, worth 2 stars, 3 stars, and 5 stars respectively. Completing all three levels earns the challenger ten stars."
There were whispers of excitement now.
"But," she raised a finger, "students only get one shot per level. If they fail and want to try again, they'll need to pay one star each time."
"The goal?" Her voice dropped a pitch, deadly serious. "The top five students with the most stars at the end of Clubs War Week will receive one million dollars in credit toward next year's VMD."
Gasps broke out across the room.
"And assuming the VMD payout stays the same, that puts you in a guaranteed position to land in the top financial contributors list, meaning an automatic seat in the SBO."
"But that's not all," she added, eyes gleaming. "The Top Five Clubs with the most stars retained, you get first priority in scheduling your own Academy-wide events, with full SBO support. You'll make your mark on this academy."
The room had gone completely still. Everyone was listening now.
"Of course," Evadne continued, "you can't challenge the activity of your own club. All stars are digitally tracked. No transferring stars. No giving them away. If anyone tries to manipulate the results, they'll be immediately disqualified."
Her lips curled into a smile that was as elegant as it was ruthless.
"This isn't just about fun. It's about structure, equality, and pride. No more clubs worrying about being dissolved because they didn't get enough attention. This is how we fix the imbalance, by making the requirement part of something everyone wants to be involved in."
A beat.
"And beyond thatā¦ I hope this becomes a tradition. One that outlasts all of us. A culture of healthy competition, yes, but also cooperation. A celebration of everything we are and can be while we're still students."
She looked around the room, every word deliberate.
"And as members of the Student Body Office, I want you all to feel real pride in this position. Not because of who you're affiliated with. Not because you're the richest or most influential. But because you earned it. Because you made it matter."
Then her tone softened just a little, warm, persuasive, dangerous in its brilliance.
"To support Clubs War Week, each one of us must find at least one sponsor, big or small, it doesn't matter. Even if someone donates one gallon of water, that's enough. We'll display every sponsor's name during the event, without showing how much they gave. Just their names... and the names of the students who brought them in."
"Because NYE is here to prepare us for the real world. And in the real world, connections are everything. But so is gratitude."
A long pause.
Then Evadne smiled. "And we'll learn all that... while having fun."
The entire room erupted in applause. Students stood up. Even those who were skeptical just moments ago were clapping, some cheering her name.
She wasn't just the new president.
She was theirs, a leader who made them feel seen, heard, and significant.
A storm in the making, wearing a school uniform and a smile that promised revolution.