Rated M for Mature Content. 18 and older only please!

Dad came charging into the school's office like his ass was on fire. His eyes were wild when he set them on me, seeing my fingers twisted together in discomfort.

Rushing over to me as he sent a glare to the little puke sitting three chairs over with Mr. Molina between us, Dad crouched down in front of me. His hands hovered over mine as if he was unsure if he should touch me or not. He settled for not, which I was fine with and pushed himself to standing using his knees as leverage. He pointed a finger and a glare at Mike again before nodding appreciatively to Mr. Molina and knocked his knuckles on the front desk. Ms. Cope startled even though she'd been paying rapt attention and then smiled nervously at my dad.

"Mr. Greene will be right out. He's on the phone." She stuttered.

Giving a curt nod, he thanked the secretary and walked back over to where I was sitting where he sat heavily in the chair between me and my Biology teacher. Thankfully, Mike didn't have anything to say to anyone and kept his mouth firmly shut.

Half of the senior class had followed us from the hallway to the glass windowed office, gawking and whispering loudly, wondering what was going to happen. Lauren snarked that that was the loudest I'd ever been whereas Jess looked scared for me. Eric looked a little green and Angela had tears in her eyes. Just before Ms. Cope drew the blinds closed, I caught the bronze tinted sex hair and Jasper's honey blonde curls behind the bulk of the students.

Mr. and Mrs. Newton rushed in and headed straight for the front desk. The glass door to the office slowly eased closed and I caught Jasper's eye from where he stood off to the side.

"I want to know what's going to be done!" Mrs. Newton said loudly.

Mr. Greene came from his closed office door with narrowed eyes, probably suspecting what I had from that demand. Mr. Newton put his hand on his wife's shoulder and she brushed him off, turning her large body toward the principal.

Pointing her long, red painted fingernail in my direction, she snapped at the elder man. "She used violence on him right? I want her punished! What is the Chief doing here?" She nearly screeched and I wondered what the fuck Mr. Greene told her or if the lady was really just deaf.

"Now you just calm yourself down a minute, Shelly." Dad started as he stood. He put his hands on his hips over his gun belt and assuming a typical cop's stance. "My daughter was defending herself against your son. He's the one who's getting punished here." His gruff voice was no nonsense.

Shelly Newton then shrieked before shaking her head. "He did no such thing -" Before she could continue, Mr. Greene held up a hand.

"With all due respect ma'am, there were several witnesses in the hall. Your son," He pointed to Mike who was looking a little green himself now that his father's eyes were on him, "had Isabella pinned to the locker, pushing himself into her and was choking her. The words he spoke were lewd and crass. He not only harassed her with his words but with his body as well. As you can see, Miss Swan has a bruise around her neck and from what another student tells me, a hand mark around her upper arm where he grabbed her yesterday after gym class."

Mrs. Newton gasped with a hand over her mouth while I lowered my face to look at my lap and watch my fingers continue to pull on themselves.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Michael?" Mr. Newton demanded, his voice hard. "Stand up, boy." He waved his hand toward himself and Mike stepped up to him, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "You think it's cool to hurt a young woman? You have a problem, boy? Answer me." Mike continued to stare at the center of his father's chest. "Mr. Greene, what's going to happen?"

Looking a little smug though he tried to smother it, he addressed all of us. "Mike is going to need to do community service and before he completes that, he will write a detailed essay on sexual harassment and rape. He will have a restraining order put against him to stay away from Isabella at all times. Since they go to the same school and this is a small town, we can't very well put a distance order on him but he will not be allowed to communicate with her at all."

"That's fair. As for my own punishment for you boy, that will wait until we're home." His father said as his mother continued to sob for her baby boy.

Mike scowled at me as if this was my fault. "Infant." I muttered. My voice brought the elder Newton's attention to me and in turn his son.

Cuffing him in the back of the head, he growled. "Keep that glare off of her. She's not the one who's wrong here. Shelly, take him to his locker then put him in the car. He's not going anywhere until I say." Shelly ushered her son out of the office quickly. "Mind telling me what else happened? Don't mind my wife. She never did cut the umbilical cord with my boy."

I liked Mr. Newton. He was funny.

Mr. Greene looked at Dad then me and we shared a look before nodding to him, giving him permission to repeat the events to him. "According to one of my students, who will remain nameless, Isabella was harmed by Mike yesterday when she tried to walk away from him and he grabbed her arm." Dad came over to me and I lifted my arm so he could push my sleeve up, showing the ugly purple ring. "Today before lunch ended, Isabella was at her locker when Mike pushed her into it and grabbed her by the throat." He struggled with the next few words for a moment, uneasy with describing the scenario.

I felt a burst of strength and I realized I should be the one telling the story. It happened to me, after all. The confidence seemed to come from nowhere but I grasped onto it, standing up suddenly. The men looked at me and my dad raised an eyebrow knowing how inept I usually was.

"He pressed me into the locker with his body, pushing his hips into me and telling me that I would make a good girlfriend." I said, stressing the last word in disgust. "When I felt him hard against me, I just lost it. I elbowed him in the ribs then grabbed his balls and squeezed as hard as I could. I told him if he ever touched me again that I would take his balls home with me."

The looks on the men's faces were a mixture between pride and nausea while Ms. Cope hid her smile behind her hand. She winked at me. Mr. Newton looked at me strangely and then he nodded. "I'll hide his cup."

Dad walked me out of the office to my locker as the principal gave me the rest of the day off. I didn't need it, I was perfectly fine but I wasn't about to say no to a half day. The students would try to hound me and even though it would only be delaying the inevitable, I was happy to take the reprieve. As I piled my books into my bag, Dad leaned his shoulder against the row of lockers and watched me with his arms across his chest.

I met his eye as I shouldered my now filled bag. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I'll put the pepper spray on my keychain." I said. He continued to level me with his cop's stare. I rolled my eyes and shifted my weight on my feet. "And I'll sign back up for the classes." I assured him.

Nodding and blowing out a breath, he shoved off the lockers and patted my shoulder. "Good kiddo." I laughed. I was not a dog. "You okay to get home from here?"

"Yeah I'm good. Class is in session so I should be able to make it out unscathed." I said as we started down the hallway.

"Be safe. See you at home, kid." Dad said as he left out the front door by the office while I continued on to the side door that led to the student parking lot.

Halfway to my truck, I got that eerie feeling that I was being watched again but the confidence I'd felt in the office had dissipated and I kept my face on my feet while I walked. Grabbing my keys from my pants pocket, I unlocked the door to my truck and hopped in, tossing the bag across the bench seat. As I pulled the door closed, it didn't slam shut like normal.

Looking up, I saw why immediately. I'd been accosted by three of the Cullens. Or, more correctly, one Cullen and two Hales.