Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The Rolls-Royce Spectre. Jet black. A silent predator of a car, all curves and presence. It didn't just blend in with the other luxury vehicles—it owned the lot. No roaring engine, just a low, menacing hum as it glided to a stop.

No one pulled out their phones, this wasn't such a great scene. But heads turned. Conversations stalled. The Spectre wasn't just expensive. It was new. Unreachable. And nobody at Silverbrook had one, although some had even more expensive cars. But this car was something else...

The door clicked open. Naomi stepped out first. Smart. Beautiful. Effortlessly composed.

A hush.

Naomi wasn't that kind of famous, but she was known. One of the school's top students. The scholarship girl who crushed everyone in academics but never really stood out socially. Except now? She looked different. Her uniform was perfect—tailored better than the standard issue, the blazer snug in a way that actually worked, her pleated skirt resting just way above the knee. Smart, but... stylish too.

Her hair, straightened and glossy, caught the light as she adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder.

And a Rolls-Royce?

Murmurs kicked up. "Wait—Naomi? No way."

"Since when is she rolling in that kinda ride?"

"Her parents aren't rich, right? She's on that scholarship, isn't she?"

Before anyone could step forward, the back door opened.

And Parker Black stepped out.

A ripple passed through the crowd.

Who?

The sharp black uniform clung perfectly, every button and crease immaculate. His hair? Dark, styled, not a strand out of place. His skin looked clearer, his features sharper—jawline cutting, cheekbones defined. He wore a watch that could fund a summer vacation and a pair of white designer sneakers that looked fresh out the box.

The bag over his shoulder? Louis Vuitton. The limited drop.

"Wait... is that—"

Confused looks. Then someone squinted at the name tag on his blazer.

PARKER BLACK.

"—Parker Black? No way." Phones finally came out, flashes lighting up as students whispered.

"That's Parker? Nah, can't be—"

"Look at the name tag, bro. It says Parker Black."

"He—he was the poor cousin or something, right? Always looked... kinda, you know—"

"Like he belonged at Goodwill?"

"Dude, chill."

"I'm serious. What the hell happened? He disappeared."

"Annabelle said he went to, like, some self-help camp or some shit last two weeks ago. Maybe... I dunno... it worked?" Most of the students were his classmates and knew him unlike other students.

"No, deadass, Annabelle did say that. But like... what the hell did they do to him? I wanna go there too, damn. Look at that glow-up."

"Yo, forget the glow-up—that car. You know how rare a Spectre is? Not even Ryan or Maya's families have one just to drive the kids to school."

"Ryan's dad drives a damn McLaren Senna, and this still tops it."

"I think... all that Blackwood money they lost? Maybe some ancient deity just handed it to Parker instead. Look at him—"

The bullies? The ones Parker had taught a lesson hard a while back? They weren't whispering. They were just standing there, stone-faced, watching from the far end of the lot.

Parker didn't even flinch. He knew the stares would come. The whispers. The shock.

He didn't care.

Hands in his pockets, he adjusted his blazer and walked—no, strode—toward the school entrance with the kind of effortless confidence that screamed, I don't need your approval.

A few students stepped aside as he passed, too stunned to speak. Girls raised eyebrows. Some just to gawk.

Some of them even started taking pictures now, subtle but definitely aimed at Parker more than the car.

Parker, though? Unfazed.

He expected this. Hell, he couldn't avoid this even if he tried.

Behind him, Naomi followed, clutching the strap of her bag. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

She'd thought the whole thing yesterday was just a fluke—Parker flexing, showing off. But seeing it now? Yeah. She'd been so wrong.

Parker didn't even acknowledge the attention. Just kept walking, heading straight for his locker. Placed his bag inside like he owned the damn building. Then, without a word, he turned and made his way toward the office.

He had things to finalize.

What he didn't know was that his arrival had already hit the Silverbrook blog.

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[Silverbrook High Unfiltered – Student Blog Feed

BREAKING: Parker Black just pulled up in a Rolls Royce Spectre. Yeah, you heard that right. THE Spectre?]

Comment Section Exploding...

GoldenGirl:

"WTF?! That's Parker? I thought he… disappeared?"

ChanelQueen:

"Nooo fucking way. I thought it was some celeb visiting. What happened to his face?"

MaxPower:

"Bro, this has to be a prank. The Parker I remember looked like he was allergic to skincare. This dude looks like he drinks Fiji water for fun now."

SilverHawk:

"Not just the glow-up. That car? That's a whole Phantom Spectre. The most expensive car at Silverbrook just got humiliated. Not even Ryan could flex that hard."

PrettyInBlush:

"No, fr, someone drop the skincare routine or the ancient ritual. This is sorcery."

HotTeaAlert:

"AYO, HOLD UP—someone just dropped his old yearbook pic. SCREAMING. How is that the same human being?? Old Parker looked like a sleep-deprived vampire, now he's giving Greek god."

ToxicButReal:

"The real question is... does this mean Perseus and Ryan are getting dethroned? New richest AND finest in school?"

"Not just richest, probably richer than both of them combined. That car alone could fund half this school's tuition."

EmpressSofia:

"Okay, but real talk…is it just me or did Naomi step out first? Out of his car? Someone explain that dynamic before I combust."

"All I'm saying is, if Parker's this rich now, what the fuck kinda summer camp was that?"

Suddenly, a new comment rolled in, bolded, timestamped, and different from the chaos above.@@novelbin@@

MayaWinslowOfficial:

"Y'all know the drill. It hasn't changed. Say anything rude about my man, and I'll deal with you personally. Heck, go ahead and talk all you want—just make sure you can go toe-to-toe with me."

[LIKES: 349 | REPLIES: 182]

ScarletNova:

"LMAO. Still on that "True Love" campaign, Maya? Girl, he's hot now but you were simping when he was giving major Walmart vibes. #Truelove though, right?"

HotTeaAlert:

"Nah, but fr? Respect. She was on that #DayOneSupport. Parker went from rags to phantoms."

MayaWinslowOfficial:

"Correction: #DayOneLoyalty. Y'all love running your mouths now that he's shining, but I didn't need him rich to see his worth."

The feed seemed to quiet for a second, the tension hanging thick—until the next comment exploded onto the screen.

CleoTheQueen:

"Obsessed much? You're still just obsessed, Maya. He never picked you then. Don't make it sound romantic when it's just pathetic. Girl, stop embarrassing yourself. We all know it's one-sided."

[LIKES: 482 | REPLIES: 203]

ChanelQueen:

OOP—AND WE HAVE A RESPONSE FROM CLEO, Y'ALL! Everyone buckle up, it's happening."

"OOOH, CLEO WENT FOR THE THROAT."

"Oh shit, it's Maya vs. Cleo round 2!"

"Popcorn, anyone?"

"Damn, Maya and Cleo beefing already this early morning? They didn't even see him in class yet."

"Why does this feel personal as hell? I need popcorn too!"

"$150 on Maya snapping back within the hour."

ToxicButReal:

"Forget them—LOOK AT PARKER THO. The glow-up is so powerful it's starting wars."

While the chaos continued to spiral, Parker stepped into the office, Naomi right beside him, oblivious to the wildfire he'd just started.

*****

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