Part Two:

I sat in the office of my principal, Coach Hoyt. He used to be a coach, you see, just before he made his way up the chain to take over the principal position only last year. Mr. Reed was my favorite principal. Instead of complying to the needs of the preppy people, he'd always try to listen to the lower people. If I was to guess, I'd say that he had been one of those losers once.

Coach Hoyt didn't exactly like me. He knew me only too well, for even though I don't like to be caught, school trouble happens too much. Tardies, skipping, fighting, cussing, sexual harassment, and even drugs... all the works. Coach didn't like me because of one main reason. I never called him coach. Mrs. Hoyt seemed so much more appropriate to me. In fact, I think Coach was fond of Cody Young. They're both fat lards of stupidity.

"Sprice Orome," Coach Hoyt started after staring at me a moment, "Fighting's completely against our rules, but you'd know that by now. Why were you in the hall without a pass?"

I shrugged, "I was in the bathroom, and I didn't hear that stupid bell. It wasn't long before I knew I was tardy." Then I smiled widely. It was completely fake, but whatever. Better than stuffing some apple pie into Coach's face. Wait.. he'd like that, wouldn't he? Ha.

"We've called your mother to pick you up," Hoyt stated sharply, "Instead of I.S.S., I think it'd be better if you were suspended for three days. Just to make sure all anger towards Mr. Young will have time to disappear." He sat back to wait for my reaction.

Well, he'll be disappointed because he just bought me three days of me doing whatever I want with permission. It's not like mom would be bothered by any of this. She's too busy being a life saver. Hearts being her specialty. They called her, sure, but I doubt she'll even show up. If so, eventually she'll get tired of these school calls and just leave me to suffer.

Another person was getting in trouble, so I was moved to the front office to wait for my mom. I crossed my arms in a form that would warn mom from trying to talk to me. It was a kind of look that said I wouldn't listen to one word of any lecture. It always works because she just waits as if there will be a time when I'll smile and say "Let's talk". Yeah, right.

The door to my right opened quickly. Just like that, a woman with black hair, and sharp, blue eyes walked through. Automatically, she glared at the nicest office lady, Mrs. Jackson. If I wanted to, I could make her direct her attention to the office bitch next to Mrs. Jackson. Still, that would be if I wanted to. Right now I could only imagine how Mrs. Jackson felt as mom's icy glare was focused on her. It had been on me enough times, but I learned to retaliate with words instead of looks.

There was an awkward moment of my mom glaring at Mrs. Jackson, and Mrs. Jackson staring back like a deer in headlights. Then mom snapped suddenly, "Well. What's wrong this time? I doubt you called me up just to visit, Egghead." Classic sarcasm. What an idiot. Doesn't she ever notice how that doesn't impress anyone? Well... not me at least.

"Your daughter got in a fight with a Cody Young, and has been suspended from school for three days," Mrs. Jackson said quickly. Mom scoffed, and turned to glare at me. I looked down; away from those eyes. When I look at her, I get this feeling like she's trying to hear something that's not there. Like... read my mind or something dumb of that sort.

"Let's go, Sprice," Mom said with great annoyance; the only tone of voice she has for when she talks to me. There's annoyance, rage, and plain tired voices that she switched back and forth to. I stood up, and headed out the door without waiting for mom. I found the car parked right in front of the entrance into Reaper High. Just like her to think she can do anything she wants.

On the drive back home, mom didn't say anything. She just messed with that tongue ring of hers; a habit she's had for as long as I can remember. Man, mom won't like it when she finds out I have a tongue ring, too. And a belly ring. And a tattoo... or two... okay, three. She thinks she's so bad because she has a tongue ring, and that "attitude". I don't think she suffered over anything more than her older brother dying. Big deal.

When we pulled into our driveway, I started out of the car. My mom followed close behind as we stomped into the house. I could sense a lecture coming. Don't fight. It's bad. I got it, and I don't fight. I just get mad too easily, and it's the person's, who got me mad, fault. Maybe I could avoid this lecture, though. Maybe if I just hide away in my room, I'll be safe from boredom. I started down the hall towards my room.

"Wait one second, Sprice," mom snapped, and I paused. I rolled my eyes before turning to glare at mom.

"What," I asked sharply. She was glaring at me like she had with Mrs. Jackson, but I only glared back. Amazingly, mom's eyes skipped down a bit to my mouth instead of my eyes. Odd, but I'll roll with it.

"You know better than to go around fighting," Mom started, and I sighed. I knew this all along. "I'm not going to lecture you," she said in annoyance, "I just want to warn you. You're more stronger than you think, and fighting can be dangerous. You could hurt someone."

I scoffed, "You don't know what they say to make me fight them. I'll do what I want."

"No you won't," Mom snarled in rage, "You'll do what I tell you to."

"Or what," I challenged furiously.

"You know what I can do," Mom threatened, "You know I can control everything around me, including you."

I glared at her a moment. "Then do it," I snapped, "Make me the daughter you've always wanted. I don't care." Like she scares me. Yeah, right.

"I'm not going to do that," Mom said, suddenly sounding tired. Wow, the three tones in one short argument.

"Then leave me alone," I yelled, turning to stomp to my room.

"You're grounded, Sprice Jestin, none of your friends are to show up until AFTER your suspension," Mom yelled at my back. I slammed the door shut. Grounded? Nice try, mother dearest. I looked at the time. School would be out in thirty minutes. Until then, I'm grounded. Willingly, of course.

It took all I had to not laugh as I snuck out of my own window. Out of the whole pack, L.C.'s window was the easiest to sneak in through. She lived in a trailer, and her room was on the end with the triangular thing that connected to the back of trucks. You just climb up that part, and the window was always easy to open. No screen, and unlocked.

Mine used to have a screen. That is, until I busted it out one night that I ran off. This time I'm not running off, I'm sneaking off. Once I got far enough down the road, I started jogging towards R.L.'s house. Though, I think I'll stop at G.L.'s first, seeing as he owns a car. A couple of cars, in fact. He owned the party house because his parents happen to be chalk full of money.

R.L. has more money than all of us, though. It's from her grandparents, not her parents. My mom gets plenty of money, but she keeps it in the bank for me. She won't tell me which bank, and she won't tell me what account or anything. I think she's afraid I'll take it all, and never be seen again. Nice idea, though.

I turned into the yard of G.L., and saw a group of people from lunch on the porch. Once they spotted me, there was random greetings of "Yo, L.T.P.! What's up!". All the normal junk.

I instead greeted them with, "Where's my gothmo homo pet?" Jason never felt embarrassed about his orientation status. Nobody really made fun of him for it, either. He was in the pack because of this pride, and besides... he's my pet. I favor him like that.

I walked past the group when they pointed into the house. "Gay Lady,"I yelled out.

"Pack Leader," G.L. called back, walking out of the kitchen. He shoved people out of the way. L.C. came from behind him, but Hope didn't appear. This disappointed me. H.L. wouldn't be with R.L., either. In fact, H.L. loathed R.L. She didn't really care for anyone in the pack. The only reason why she hung out with us was because of me. We've been friends since Junior High, and she was the oldest one of the pack. She more hung out with other people in the groups at lunch than with us. Still, I accepted her as one of us, so the others did as well.

"Heard you got in a fight with Fat ass Bully," Candace said with an evil smile. I suddenly realized how odd it was that L.C. was at G.L.'s house. They didn't get along too well. L.C. also loathed R.L. G.L. didn't actually mind R.L., but wasn't too close to her. Now that I think of it, they all are only together because they are all connected with me. Odd, but I'll roll with it.

"Cody Young? He isn't as scary when he's crying on the ground," I said with a smirk. "Anyways, I need a car. I've got to go see R.L. to see what held her up after lunch." They didn't ask what I meant, but G.L. just grabbed a key. All his keys were color coded, for each car was a different color. It made it easier on everybody.

After I walked out to the garage, I looked at the color to see the green color. How sweet. G.L. knows that's my favorite car, and my favorite color. H.L. love blue. L.C. likes red. And G.L. loves black. R.L. use to like blue, but then just recently switched to hot pink. I got in the green car, and sped my way towards R.L.'s house.

I don't have a license, but I do know how to drive. As long as I drive correctly, there will be no reason for a cop to pull me over. Well, at least I hope. It's worked so far!

I pulled into a random person's house, but walked down the road to a different house. R.L.'s parents don't like me, and they don't usually allow any of the pack over to her house. We're dirt in the mixture of their perfect white carpet. They make me sick sometimes.

I went to the back, where I knew R.L.'s window to be. After a moment of listening with my might, seeing as the blinds kept you from looking in, I tapped on the window. I'm not even sure if R.L. is in her room, but she doesn't usually allow anybody in it. Nobody answered at first, so I figured she was somewhere else. Then the blinds were pulled back to show R.L.'s face.

She cracked open the window, which is odd. Usually, she'll open it so that I can get in. This time, it said that I wasn't coming in. R.L. bent down and said, "Sorry I didn't make it outside. Ms. Morris escorted me to my classroom. Once I'm in there, the teacher won't let anyone out, you know."

I shrugged, "It's all right. I got to punch some sense into a moron, so I don't mind."

R.L. smiled, "Well, good." And she started to shut the window.

"Wait,"I started, and R.L. froze for a moment. For a second, she looked annoyed, but then it was gone. "I'm grounded. Come hang out with me," I insisted. I do this a lot, and R.L. never had a problem with sneaking away with me. We were best friends since elementary school. Nothing could tear our bond apart. I was always there for her, and I'd do anything for her. She sneaks out with me and we tell each other things.

Mainly her telling me things, but whatever.

"No," R.L. said slowly, as if reluctant. This was a shock, but she went on, "Not today. I'm busy." I started to say it was all right, but R.L. shut the window and pulled the blinds. I stood there a moment, trying to think if she was mad at me or something. Then I shrugged, figuring her parents were watching her or something. I'll just go to H.L.'s house for awhile.

As I walked back towards the green car, I saw a couple of cars drive through R.L.'s drive way. See, it's just that friends of her parents are coming over. That's all. Though, wouldn't that have made her eager to go with me instead of suffering? Odd.