"…Would [Name] [Last Name] please report to the office," The intercom buzzed overhead, catching a certain [hair color] haired girl's attention, "[Name] to the office immediately."

"Wonder what she's in for this time."

"Probably got caught smoking on school property."

"Probably wasn't a cigarette this time."

[Name] stood up from her seat, her [eye color] eyes narrowed as she grabbed her bag, sliding it over her shoulder with ease. Her boots tapped against the ground as she walked out of the library, and she figured her study hall was over. Some students looked at her, others gossiped about her.

She ignored all of them, walking to the office slowly, her gaze clouded and mysterious. [Name] opened the door, her dark red lips pursed as she saw the looks from the ladies in the office. Clearly she hadn't won an award for perfect attendance- And clearly she had been caught.

"You can go into the Principal's Office, Ms. [Last Name]." The secretary said curtly, her glare piercing into the third year student.

She only nodded at the woman, not bothering to make a response before walking the familiar route to the Principal's. As she stepped into his office, he looked up from his desk, shutting the folders in front of him.

"Take a seat, [Last Name]." He instructed his voice short and anger in his tone. He got up and walked over to the door, shutting it as [Name] sat down, crossing her legs casually. "I hope you have a good explanation about what happened to Iwatobi's pool." He said, crossing his arms at the student.

"What happened to it?" She asked, putting a hand on her chin as she made no move to flinch under the principal's gaze.

"You tell me." He said, clearly not in the mood to deal with Ms. [Last Name]'s antics. "This was found near the pool at 7:58 AM this morning, along with some old spray paint cans and graffiti." He pulled out a shiny black smartphone with a silver pattern on the back, showing a [First Initial] across it.

"I suppose it's yours." He said, and the girl nodded, clearly she hadn't been expecting that. "I'd like to ask you some questions regarding what happened last night, and I want you to answer instead of countering me with more questions." He instructed, earning a breathy laugh from the girl who seemed like she was pretty confident about the whole thing in general.

"Go ahead." She said, flicking her eyes to the phone, her dark makeup showing no signs of fading away.

"Glad to see you're as confident as ever." The principal mumbled, handing the phone back to her. "Do you know why your phone was there?"

"Do you know who found my phone?" She asked, taking it from him quickly, typing into it.

"Please refrain from using evidence to text your friends, especially while we're in the middle of discussing." He snapped, "Also, I said to not answer in questions. This is no time for your games."

"Ahem," She said, sliding her phone into the side of her tall boot, "I'm not playing any games. But I do know why my phone was there." She stated flatly, her eyes cast to the side, "I lost it."

"How did you lose it?"

"I dropped it." She stated, looking at her black painted nails.

"How did you drop it?" He asked, annoyed. He clearly wanted a straightforward answer, and she clearly wanted to make sure he didn't get one.

"Probably fell out of my pocket." She said boredly, yawning loudly to get her point across.

"Alright," The principal said, his brown eyes glaring at her, "What were you doing at the pool that caused your phone to get lost?"

"What if someone stole my phone that I had dropped, stealing it and using it to make me look bad on the scene?" She countered, causing the principal to give an exasperated laugh.

"Fine, if you won't admit it, I'll show you some security footage." He walked over to his computer, glancing at her still confident expression. "Before it got cut off."

Her face went blank for a moment, but she quickly regained herself as she played with a strand of [hair color] hair.

"This camera off yet?"

Her eyes widened as she noticed her voice playing from the computer, which was soon turned in her direction to reveal a clear image of her on the screen, a can of orange spray paint in one hand.

"Yeah!"

A voice called, she recognized it immediately, but the person never appeared on the screen. About 10 seconds later the video cut off, and she gulped.

She was caught.

"So, are you going to deny that wasn't you on the screen?" The principal said smugly, causing [Name] to look at her boots as if she was really interested in them. "We also have your phone found on school property, along with images of the vandalism- We can always compare handwriting, and I hope you know."

"Okay, so, that was me on the screen, yeah…" She trailed off, fumbling for words, "But-"

"But nothing." He said, cutting her off. "Unless you would like to tell us who that was, along with more of your 'friends' I presume." He stared at her for a moment, but she made no move to speak as she stared at the ground. "I guess not then." He sighed, folding his arms over his chest. "You're going to formally apologize to the swim team, and are to clean up the vandalism. You don't need to be expelled; it'll only get you into more trouble."

She nodded, standing up, but he quickly stopped her.

"I want you to apologize right now." He said, grabbing the speaker and pressing the button, "All Swim Club members, please report to the office. Please report immediately." He announced as [Name] sat back down in the chair, her lips formed into a thin line.

"Also, please don't wear such dark makeup."

"It's not like your dress code says I can't. I can wear any shoes as long as they're not opened toed, I can wear any tie I want as long as it isn't inappropriate and I can wear any amount of makeup as long as it doesn't cover my face or has anything vulgar or inappropriate on it." She recited monotonously, clearly uninterested in his petty attempts to get her to change her look.

"Um, Mr. Iwamoto, what did you need us here for?"

The girl looked in the direction of the door where a tall olive-haired male stood, 4 other students behind him. [Name] could tell that they didn't know about what had happened, and suddenly she felt bad about it.

It's not like she really had any revenge to get on the Swim Club- In fact, she'd done it because of something one of her 'friends' had said. She just showed up to smoke a cigarette, and really, since she was 18 already- She wouldn't have been in too much trouble.

But she wouldn't just let someone else take the fall, even if she was in the clear.

Nobody likes a tattle tale.

"Mr. Tachibana, other Swim Club members, I assume you haven't seen what happened to your pool." The Principal started, his dark brown eyes watching the expressions of the members change to confusion- One was staring at the girl who'd made no move to speak, his blue eyes looked upset already.

"What happened to it?" The ravenette asked, now interested in what was happening as he spoke a sharp tone.

"Why don't I let Ms. [Last Name] explain."

She glanced up, and all eyes were on her, all of them filled with confusion- not counting the Principal's of course.

"Your pool was vandalized." She stated bluntly, going back to staring at the ground, clearly not too happy about being accused of such thing. She was honest about being there, but she wasn't the one who vandalized it.

"By who?" The principal questioned her, but was soon cut off by the red haired girl.

"What?! How did this happen?!" She said loudly, her face filled with anger. "Was it her?! I knew she looked like trouble-"

"Ms. Matsuoka, I understand that this is upsetting, but she knows her actions were wrong." The principal said, watching as she puffed out her cheeks angrily. "I'd also like for her to give you a formal apology, so please continue."

"Sorry about what happened to your pool-"

"Explain what happened to the pool, we haven't got all day." The Principal said, annoyed at the [hair color] haired girl who was now looking directly at the upset swimmers, all were staring at her, one was staring at the wall as if in a trance.

"I'm so sorry that your pool was vandalized, I will most certainly clean up the spray paint- Wait." She stopped, looking at the principal, "What about the dye?"

"There's dye in our pool?!" The short blonde screeched, catching the principal's attention.

"Mr. Hazuki, please, inside voices. I will make sure [Name] pays for the cleaning which will occur this weekend." He looked at you, "You will pay by helping this club."

"What?!" Said the swim club, excluding a certain ravenette along with [Name].

"I'm not going to seriously be in their club, am I? I don't even really like to swim!" The girl said, standing up, her boots giving her a good extra 3 inches. She stood at a 5'9" height, a little shorter than the Principal. "You can't possibly make me do this!"

"[Name], if you'd rather we get you put in jail for vandalizing school property than you will do this." He turned back to the swim club who were all staring at the raging girl, "I assure you she will clean up your pool by the end of this week, and will be a helper to your swim club. If she doesn't cooperate, please do not hesitate to tell me."

"Mr. Iwamoto, are you sure it's necessary for her to be a part of our swim club?" The blue eyed male asked, his tone laced in bitterness as he spoke of the fuming girl.

"Mr. Nanase, I assure you she won't be considered a part of your club unless you want her to be. Think of her as a worker, ready to aid you with anything you may need for swimming." He looked over at [Name], "Or maybe a girl who needs to clean up your pool."

The bells rang, interrupting anyone from saying anything.

"If you have any more questions, please tell me, you may take your leave-"

The girl had already shoved past the swim club members, her [hair color] bangs covering her eyes, giving her a dark aura as she stormed through the halls, straight to the parking lot, hopping into a silver Dodge Challenger, pulling the phone out of her boot with rage and dialing a number quickly.

"The number you have called has been disconnected."