Chapter 7 - Mason’s Anger
Mason punched a locker.
Not hard enough to break anything.
Hard enough to hurt.
Jamal stared.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“Good, because that was stupid.”
Mason looked at his knuckles.
“Why did she get to decide?”
“What?”
“My dad.”
“My hand.”
“My grades.”
He punched the locker again.
Jamal grabbed his wrist.
“Stop.”
“Let go.”
“No.”
Mason shoved him.
Jamal shoved back.
For half a second, two best friends stood ready to fight.
Then Emma shouted:
“What are you idiots doing?”
They stopped.
Mason's breathing was heavy.
Jamal stepped back.
“I'm not Whitmore.”
The sentence hit.
Mason's anger collapsed.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah.”
Jamal looked at him.
“Me too.”
They sat on the hallway floor.
Emma stood over them.
“Very mature.”
“Go away,” Mason muttered.
“No.”
She sat too.
Three students against lockers.
Normal.
Not witnesses.
Not symbols.
Kids.
Mason eventually said:
“I want her scared.”
Emma looked at him.
“Who?”
“Whitmore.”
Jamal answered:
“She probably is.”
“No. I mean like I was.”
Emma understood.
“That won't fix it.”
“I know.”
“Still want it?”
“Yes.”
Honest.
At counseling, Mason admitted the same thing.
Dr. Lewis didn't shame him.
“Wanting revenge after humiliation is common.”
“Great.”
“Acting on it is a different choice.”
Mason stared.
“What if consequences aren't enough?”
“What would enough look like?”
Mason imagined Mrs. Whitmore kneeling.
Everyone watching.
Ruler.
Fear.
Then he felt sick.
“I don't know.”
Dr. Lewis nodded.
“That answer is healthier than you think.”
Richard struggled with anger too.
He wanted to crush every contractor involved.
His attorneys could bury North County in litigation.
Naomi stopped him.
“You want accountability or annihilation?”
“Today?”
“Yes.”
“Annihilation.”
“Then call me tomorrow.”
He did.
The next day he wanted accountability.
Barely.
Richard's company suspended all Westbridge donations pending reform.
Parents panicked.
The science club relied on foundation money.
Sports transportation.
Meal programs.
Mason confronted his father.
“You're punishing everybody.”
Richard bristled.
“I won't fund fraud.”
“Then fund the stuff that's real.”
“It isn't that simple.”
“Why?”
“Because controls—”
“Dad.”
Richard stopped.
Mason continued:
“You said Mrs. Whitmore made people pay because she was angry.”
“That isn't what I'm doing.”
“It kind of is.”
Richard hated hearing that.
Because it contained enough truth.
He revised the decision.
Essential direct services continued through independently verified vendors.
Discretionary funds froze.
Naomi approved.
Mason learned something.
Power behaved differently depending on who held it.
Even righteous anger could harm people outside the conflict.
That lesson shaped him.
The district investigation reached Superintendent Briggs.
Emails showed he had been told about questionable financial forms.
He repeatedly told Westbridge administrators to “resolve internally.”
Not illegal by itself.
But negligent.
The board placed him on leave.
Principal Holloway publicly acknowledged leadership failures.
She remained in position temporarily.
Mrs. Whitmore's teaching license was suspended pending review.
Shaw resigned.
The district refused to accept resignation until investigation concluded.
He hired criminal counsel.
Then the smear campaign began.
Anonymous posts described Mason as:
spoiled
violent
privileged
using his billionaire father to attack a teacher.
Richard wasn't a billionaire.
Online facts were optional.
A post claimed Mason had threatened Whitmore.
False.
Another said he had been suspended repeatedly.
False.
Then real disciplinary records appeared.
Three tardies.
One cafeteria argument.
A copied homework warning.
Emma immediately knew.
“School records.”
Someone had leaked them.
Richard wanted the FBI.
Naomi laughed.
“No.”
“Student privacy violation.”
“Yes.”
“Crime?”
“Maybe. Calm down.”
The district began tracing access.
The download came from Shaw's account two days after he was placed on leave.
Shaw denied it.
Technical logs showed his home address.
He had accessed Mason's file.
Jamal's too.
Emma's.
Then information from Jamal's family appeared online.
His mother’s housing struggles.
Old eviction record.
Monique cried when she saw it.
Jamal became furious.
“Now everybody knows.”
Mason whispered:
“I'm sorry.”
Jamal turned.
“Why?”
“Because this is because of my family.”
Jamal shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at Mason.
“That's how they keep winning.”
“What?”
“Make us blame ourselves for what they choose.”
Mason remembered.
Apologizing for things that weren't his.
He stopped.
Shaw's leak became evidence of retaliation.
Prosecutors became interested.
Shaw's attorney requested cooperation discussions.
Mrs. Whitmore lost one of her strongest protectors.
And when Shaw finally began talking, he did something nobody expected.
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He blamed her.
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