A teenage boy in Georgia stands accused of running over and killing a much-loved math teacher, while performing a prank that turned into tragedy.
As he faces up to 15 years in prison for his alleged crime, the boy recently posted a strange and cryptic message online. 18-year-old Jayden Wallace was charged with vehicular homicide in the death of 40-year-old teacher, Jason Hughes.
The teen and his friends are said to have flung toilet paper at the teacher’s home for a high school prank that went drastically wrong. On his Instagram, Wallace recently posted about his Christian faith, quoting the Bible verse from Romans 10:9.
Chillingly, he wrote, “If you confess with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” Wallace has been arrested in connection with the teacher’s death, along with four other teens, but he faces the most serious charges, including first-degree vehicular homicide, reckless driving, criminal trespass, and littering on private property.
On the night of the prank, the teacher allegedly saw the group “rolling” toilet paper across his property at around 11.40 pm, the Hall County Sheriff’s Office said. According to the police, the teacher allegedly tripped and fell onto the road as Wallace drove away in his pickup truck and ran the man over while doing so.
Hughes later died as a result of his injuries. After the tragic incident, the 18-year-old suspect and two others stopped to check on the homeowner while he lay in the road.
They then provided first aid until emergency responders arrived. Hughes was rushed to the hospital, but sadly, he could not be saved and later died from his injuries.
If convicted, Wallace could spend 3 to 15 years behind bars on the first charge alone. WCBTV reported that the other teens allegedly involved, Elijiah Owens, Aiden Hucks, Ana Katherine Luque, and Ariana Cruz, all 18, were arrested outside the home of the math teacher and were charged with criminal trespass and littering.
According to their social media accounts, the group were all close friends who attended the same high school. Victim Jason Hughes is remembered by his wife, Laura, as a loving father to his two sons and an adored husband.
Students of Hughes have also described him as a much-valued teacher and mentor at North Hall, where he had been teaching for the past eight years.
“If I ever had problems, I could always run and call him, like if I have financial questions, or if I just had some personal issues going on,” former student Shayden Maynor told 11 Alive.
Another student of Hughes, Olivia Williams, said he was always looking out for his students.
“He always tried to make conversations with students, and he always just tried to be the most supportive he could,” she told Atlanta News First. “He would show up to events that he didn’t even know anything about just to be supportive, and that’s going to be a really big thing that’s going to be missed.”
The school the group of teens attended even posted a warning message on March 5 about the dangers of pranks. “Parents and students, as we approach the eagerly awaited spring prom season, we want to take a moment to address an important matter regarding the conduct of our junior and senior students,” the district wrote.
“In previous years, some pranks during prom season–sometimes referred to as Junior/Senior Wars– have gone too far, resulting in damage to property. We urge all students to refrain from participating in any activities that may cause harm or destruction to school or personal property.”
The investigation into the incident remains ongoing, and Wallace is currently being held on a $1,950 bond.
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