1999 II
It's not a good day. Well, it was in the beginning but it's not looking too good now that she's sitting outside the principal's office on her first day in tenth grade. Her parents are going to be thrilled.
'Miss Lewis', the receptionist calls out. 'Go in, please.'
Darcy squares her shoulders and walks into the principal's office.
An old wizened woman sits behind a desk and she looks a lot like Maggie Smith.
'Ma'am', Darcy greets her, hands clasped deferentially behind her back.
'Miss Lewis, please sit.'
Darcy does so and looks at Christian who sits in the chair besides hers. His nose is a little crooked, his lower lip is swollen, his collar hangs away from his shirt on the left side and the shirt is dotted with blood. This is not one of his good days.
This is absolutely splendid, Darcy thinks. The Grey's are going to be thrilled too.
'Miss Lewis', the principal's voice rouses her from her thoughts. 'Your friend here has refused to defend himself. Do you wish to say something about what happened today?'
'Certainly', Darcy straightens in her chair. 'I was called some unflattering names and propositioned by one of the boys here and when I refused him, he made unwelcome and inappropriate physical advances. Christian intervened on my behalf and I'm grateful.'
The principal looks at them both, eyes flickering between the both of them. She seems to have come to some sort of conclusion because she asks Darcy to leave.
Darcy does so but not before she whispers a quite thank you to Christian.