Chapter 21

It was once again up to me, Madison said that it was best that someone who wasn’t seen working with the Cult during the autumn party, someone who from the outside isn’t officially part of the Cult. I don’t really get why but I didn’t think much of it.

It didn’t take me long to arrive at the section of the campus with all the club rooms, though still with the amount of time we spent on the sitrep it was now nearing lunch hour, evident by the number of students exiting the club rooms and heading towards the cafeteria, hopefully I can meet with them in time.



Despite being the cooking club, even its members were headed toward the cafeteria, they didn’t seem very interested in eating whatever they prepared just now. Just as I was about to enter a girl stopped me and whispered:

“If you’re here to talk to the club president, you might want to come at a later time. She isn’t in the best of moods as of recently”

I looked at her for a second as she left and merged in with the crowd, that was strange but I doubt there were going to be many issues, after all, who would be mad at a gift?



I entered the room and took a look around, the cooking club room was a spacious and well-lit kitchen that was well-equipped with modern appliances and cooking tools. The room is spacious enough to accommodate a large group of people and is divided into different areas for cooking, baking, and food preparation.

At this point, most had made their way out except for a handful of people, one person, in particular, was a girl with chin-length dark hair and glasses, she had an average build and was about my same height. She was wearing a plaid olive skirt and a plain white shirt with a red bowtie.



“Hi, I’m Jane” I greeted her “You’re the president of the cooking club, right?”

“Hello Jane! I’m Zoey Baker” She replied in a cheery tone “And yes, I’m the president of this fine club”

Baker huh… how subtle, I thought to myself

“So, what brings you here? Do you want some samples?” She asked

“No, I’m actually here to give you a gift” I replied

“A gift? For me?” She asked excitedly “What would that be?”

“It’s this” I said while handing her the earring “Just for you”

“Incredible, a delicately crafted pink gold earring with a polished finish that gives it a smooth texture” She observed as she was inspecting it “And it’s shaped like a small cupcake, what a cute detail!”

“Do you like it?” I asked

“I do!” She replied excitedly

This was a lot easier than I expected, I thought to myself. Just then, the last student left the room, leaving only us two.

Now that we were alone, her demeanor immediately shifted “I think I’ll pawn it off” she said in a serious voice, her smile gone from her face

“What?” I asked confused



“It’s mine now, isn’t it?” Zoey asked “I can do whatever I want with it”

“Yeah, but why would you do that with a gift like that?” I asked

“You can’t fool me Jane, I know what you’re up to” She replied

Shit, is she onto me? Has the President let other students know of my secret?

“W-What would that be?” I stuttered

“Don’t play dumb with me” She replied while closing the distance

She was standing right in front of me and leaned in

“You and Jonathan got something going on, correct?” She asked

A cold sweat began rolling from my head

“I don’t know any Jonathan…” I mumbled

“You want to know something strange?” She asked in a condescending tone “I had talks with the President to supply the food for the next event, everything is going well. Then he does something very out of character, he meets with someone who he hasn’t spoken to before, in a casual setting at a cafe, and after talking to them, he flip flops and decides to give the responsibility to a random unofficial club, do any of these events sound familiar?”

“You were spying on us?” I asked nervously

“I may, but that’s not all. That random group manages to outdo us even though they don’t get any funding from the school. We were humiliated, our members are demoralized and our budget is likely to be cut soon” She explained “And now you come here to give me a consolation prize?

“I-It’s not like that!” I stuttered

“Tell me, how much do you want me to wear this earring?” She asked

I had to think my next words very carefully, I really needed her to wear it, so I had to balance out my reply to sound enticing but not too obvious. Otherwise, she would catch on and–

“So?” She interrupted my train of thought, putting pressure on me

“How about a fifty-dollar Steam gift card?” I blurted out

I immediately regretted what I said as she started laughing hysterically



After she calmed down, she looked at me once more in the eye and asked:

“Would you make it a hundred?”

Woah, is she really buying it?

“Yeah, of course” I replied trying to hold my excitement

“Well too bad, I’m not interested” She replied in a serious tone “But you do seem pretty desperate…”

“Huh, what would you like then?” I asked nervously

“One hour” She simply replied “You simply have to spend an hour with me in this room doing what I want”

I hesitated for a second before answering “...Sure, why not?”

What’s the worst that could happen?

Author's notes:
It seems that Jonathan may have a secret admirer.
I’m thinking of posting my next story exclusively on DeviantArt, I like the feel of DeviantArt’s page more, it’s more intuitive. Still, I might go back after a while and publish this future story once it’s complete in its entirety.
If you are a reader from another page like Fantasy Feeder or Curvage, would you mind this? Would you switch to DeviantArt or wait for me to publish the story there?
Speaking of which, I’m going to run a poll in my DeviantArt account about my next story, I know I already discussed this in a previous chapter but I want to be sure, I’m a crowd pleaser after all.

Link to my account here.
https://www.deviantart.com/greentrinket21 22