In the principal's office, Mr. Philip sat in his chair as the three teenagers, their shirts rumpled from the fight, stained with blood and injuries visible on their faces, stood before him.
"What on earth is this about? Why are you three fighting? Aren't you friends?" Mr. Philip's voice was filled with anger as he addressed the teenagers.
"It's Lucas! He started the fight in our dorm, Father!" Thomas explained, still visibly upset.
"Is that so? Trying to play the victim now, are you? Why don't you tell your father about how you drugged someone?" Lucas retorted, his voice filled with anger.
"What are you talking about? We were all drunk last night due to the hard drinks. No body drugged anyone," Samson interjected, rolling his eyes.
"And not just drugging him, but planning to have him assaulted by four men, according to you," Lucas continued, glaring at the twins. He then pulled out his phone and held it up. "I recorded our conversation. So, are you still going to deny it?"
