Sav
It's not like I've never been broken up with before. I've been broken up with plenty of times and I've broken up with people plenty of times. Well, by "people" I guess I mean Anya. If there's one good thing I've gotten out of our relationship, it's experience with breakups.
But the thing was, Holly J hadn't just broken up with me…had she?
Like she said, we hadn't really been going out, so we couldn't really break up. But it sure felt like a breakup. Which was weird, because I didn't even like her. At all. Seriously.
Ugh. People say love is complicated, but I'm pretty sure it can't be any more complicated than this.
I went to my locker to put away my backpack and grab my books for my first class. Then I walked over to Simpson's office and waited outside the door for Holly J. As I saw her walk up, smiling at me as though nothing had happened, it hit me. I was going to have to see her, to work with her, to talk to her every single day. Five days a week of watching her go about like everything was just peachy in the world of Holly J, because, well, it was. It always was. And I couldn't just keep on pretending I was fine.
Wait, what? I am fine! What am I talking about?
"Ready to get this over with?" she asked, nodding towards the door.
Crap. I'm not fine.
"First of all, I want to start off by saying how disappointed I am in both of you," Simpson announced, glaring at us over the top of his desk. "I had my doubts about the dance, but you two promised you'd keep it in control, and I trusted you completely. And then, to find out you not only let it spiral out of control but you were part of the reason for that?"
I scratched my arm awkwardly and looked over at Holly J. She was looking down and biting her lip, and if I didn't know any better I would have said she was holding back tears.
"I know you though, and you're both good kids. So that's why I'm going to go easy on you. After all, everyone makes mistakes."
Holly J's head darted up so quick her ponytail looked as if it were going to fly off her head. "Wait, so we're not being punished? Oh my gosh Mr. Simpson, thank you so-"
"Hang on a second Holly J," Simpson interrupted, a trace of a laugh in his voice. "There has to be some kind of punishment for this. You and Sav will have detention every day after school for the next two weeks. But after that your punishment will be over, and there will be no mark of any of this on your permanent records."
"Thanks so much Mr. Simpson," I breathed, relieved. My parents still didn't know anything that had happened, and with this punishment, hopefully they never would. "We won't let you down again." Holly J nodded emphatically in agreement with this statement.
"I hope you're right, Sav," replied Mr. Simpson. "Now, here's the list of all the new changes in the school. Morning announcements start in five minutes, I'd like you two to make an announcement informing the students of the changes, just to make sure they're all aware."
"Got it," exclaimed Holly J, grabbing the sheet from his hands. "Thanks again, Mr. Simpson!"
"All right, all right, now go – I don't want you to miss announcements," Simpson ordered, finally smiling for the first time all meeting.
We rushed out of the room. "Can you believe it?" cried Holly J, grinning wildly at me. "Nothing's going on our records! All we have to do is sit through two weeks of detention! This is amazing!" She turned and started down the hall, practically skipping. I trailed behind.
No, this was perfect. This wouldn't affect my chances of getting into college, and more importantly, my parents would never have to find out. All I had to do was spend an hour a day for a couple weeks sitting in a classroom.
With Holly J.
Great.