Owned By The Devil
[OBTD] Chapter 8: Rats in Action 2

Jasmine recounts a motorcycle incident in the school parking building yesterday.

After hearing Jasmine's complete explanation, Camelia pegged at her place with a shocked expression.

"Geez, why are you just telling me now, anyway, Jel?!" Camelia's Slice.

"Because I'm still trying to figure out who did it, too" Jasmine replied.

"This time the culprit must have been the son of Duaja Wijaya. So you don't have to hunker down anymore, Jel."

"I can control myself, Lia!" Jasmine looked at Camelia sharply. "Lo knows the rules. As long as they don't touch me physically, they'll be safe."

Camelia swallowed her saliva silently. Yeah, he knows that. It's just that, if his cousin was anything else, he wouldn't stay silent.

"Where is your motorbike?"

"Today they took the bike to the school's decoy workshop. But I don't know which shop."

"Oh! Must be at Mang Ade's workshop! I went to school and took the bike. You definitely don't want to, do you, if you have to be the same as Rion?" Camelia guessed exactly!

Jasmine nodded in confirming. He really doesn't feel comfortable if he has to be close to Ethrion.

Camelia got up from her seat and smiled. "OKAY. We're back in class now."

Jasmine shakes. "My business here isn't done yet."

Camelia looked puzzledly at Jasmine, she was trying to understand the speech of this beautiful girl in front of her.

"uh? Mean lo?"

Jasmine rose up from her seat and smiled mockingly. "Gue doesn't like it when my privacy is compromised. You know that, right?"

Camelia nodded. "Gue tau's. Continues to?"

Jasmine did not answer Camelia and chose to walk towards the wall earlier. He again got a cynical look from some of the female disciples who were sitting on some park benches.

But who cares? Jasmine's? Oh, obviously not!

"Jel, what do you want?" asked Camelia who was following Jasmine vigilantly behind. "It's locked!"

"Gue know, Lia." Jasmine observed the width of the keyhole on the transparent glass mading board. He tried to observe the size of the keyhole attached to the mading glass.

"Jel! I don't want you to get in trouble. You can ask them well. This is no way!" camelia whispered full of pressure. He looked around carefully.

Sure enough, what Jasmine was doing successfully attracted the attention of some students who were still in the park.

They may be curious, what will be done the new student who recently became the conversation of one school.

"HEW! NEW BOY!"

Suddenly came the cry of a girl that made Jasmine and Camelia turn their heads. Camelia swore in her heart when she knew who had just called Jasmine in her voice.

Who else if not Elodie? Head of Exculus Journalism Senior High School Duaja Wijaya.

But, why was Iszara also beside the girl?

"Iszara also belongs to the exculist Journalism member, Jel. If Rion is Elodie's target, then, cello's sister Iszara," Camelia whispered to Jasmine who was still silent without fear, looking unconcerned after knowing the facts she revealed earlier.

"Don't you dare break down the facility of having an exculus journalism!" Elodie bullies Jasmine right in front of the student of Duaja Wijaya High School who is in the back garden area of the school.

Elodie's words, somehow made Jasmine chuckle softly. "Lo as the chairman of the excerpt should know, publishing something without permission is completely unethical."

Elodie's rails began to blush in annoyance. "Based on the new kid! You know what you know about the rules of exculpation in this High School?!"

"Code of ethics Journalism. Don't tell me, you don't understand the exkul code of ethics that you lead?" reveal Jasmine the terms will be innuendo.

"Heh, you so people don't know thank you very much, huh? Still a protest.  Once upon a time your pamor immediately rose drastically in this school. So, you don't have to bother with capers here and there, especially the same Cello!" iszara's wrath in front of all the disciples who watched.

The girl's loud voice managed to invite the attention of the students who were inside the canteen. They could see the quarrel through a transparent glass wall directly facing the garden.

"Unfortunately I have every right to protest what you make of me." Jasmine stared with a cold look. "Down is now."

When the three of them were busy arguing, Camelia was confused, not knowing what to do when she saw the commotion in front of her. So, he tried to calm Jasmine who started to show anger.

Don't let her cousin get out of control. It will be a long affair later.

"You go, El. That buruan detoput mading right now! You make it without Jasmine's permission!" camelia said, interrupting the debate of three girls nearby.

Elodie smiled in anguish. "Unfortunately, all the mading installed today will not be removed until the next week."

Jasmine chuckled softly, her lips also co-reviewing a slanted smile. "Do I have to report to the director first?"

"Well, it's been going on a long time, too, huh, lo?" furious Iszara. The girl looked at Jasmine sharply.

"Just open it if you can." Elodie took out two keys from her pocket. One primary key and one duplicate key. "Unfortunately, all the keys are in my hands. You can't undo the mading according to what you want."

"Originally you know, not just any student can get privileges from exkul Jurnalistik kayak gini. Especially with your status as a transfer student." Iszara commented on the smile full of ridicule. "Or a place, if you want to protest."

Jasmine clenched her palms. "If you don't feel like you need my permission to publish that mading, that means, I don't need your permission to uninstall that mading right now."

Elodie growled in annoyance. "Lo wouldn't dare!"

Jasmine's bead poked towards Iszara. "Stop me, then."

Jasmine observed the keyhole on the mading board in front of her. He pulled out a nail clipper from his small pocket that he always carried with him wherever he went.

"You want what lo? Huh!" elodie snapped trying to prevent Jasmine from doing what the girl was about to do.

Meanwhile, Camelia glared at his place. He was completely familiar with the look of those black-colored nail clippers. The thing that Jasmine had always brought with her everywhere from a long time ago.

In the past, those nail clippers were the things Jasmine used to break into the door of the house whenever the girl ran away from her father.

Reckless. Really reckless!

Jasmine inserted the top of the rotatable nail clipper into the keyhole horizontally, according to the pattern of the keyhole.

If the top of it goes in half, there is a chance that it will work and the board can open.

Jasmine smiled smugly looking at the top of her nail clippers managed to enter easily. He turned the little thing counterclockwise and ...

It worked!