AN: Sorry, for the long wait. Here's the next chapter, I hope you like it. I was going to delete this story, but it's the one that has the most reviews, so I'm not going to disappoint the people that want this to continue, so this chapter is for all of the people who alerted, reviewed, favorite, and whatever else there is. Review if you like, review if you don't. Enjoy!
PS. I noticed that I said her name was Ashley then her friend called her Brittany, so I apologize, I'm going to go with Brittany from now on. I will also make her more like a bimbo, so yeah.
"Would you like to explain what happened Miss Ride?" the principle asked, clutching his now bruised stomach. It must hurt to talk. It was the first he talked the whole time and I barely got nine words!
"No," I said in a monotone. I was bored out of my mind! I had sat in here for thirty minutes and nothing happened. He just sat there with his lips pursed and elbows on his desk. He had his thumb and forefinger on his chin and the other hand was running through his hair when it wasn't holding his stomach.
"And why is that, Miss Ride?" he asked me. "Do you think you'll be guilty?" He smirked, like I was going to be nervous because he said something he thought was clever.
"No, that's not it," I said in the same voice, not bothering to put an effort to make a clever comment. Hey, I don't want to make him cry; yup, I can do that to a person.
"Then, pray tell, what is it?" he asked, getting annoyed with my short answers.
"What's what?" I asked. No, I'm not being smart, I want to know what he's talking about.
"You know very well what's what," he countered.
"Huh?" I asked.
He sighed and said, "Please, Miss Ride, tell me what happened in the dining hall."
"She insulted me, I asked her what she said and she repeated her insult. Then, I punched her. I felt you grab me and I really didn't respect it. I don't like when people touch me, and I reacted."
"Hold on, please," he said reaching over his desk.
Like I have a choice, I have to wait anyway, I thought.
He pushed a button with a microphone, attached to it; the intercom button.
He spoke clearly into it, "Could Brittany Marano come up to the principal's office; Brittany Marano, principal's office please?"
About 5 minutes later a Brittany with a newly bandaged nose came waltzing into the office.
"Hello Brittany," I said.
"Max," she tried to growl.
"Miss Marano, please tell your side of the story," he said.
This is going to be a load of bull, I thought as she launched into a bullshit story.
(Bimbo starts here; I don't think it will end)
"Well, I was, like, sitting with my, like, friends and we were, like, talking about inviting Max, over here, to our, like table. I got up and, like, walked over to her table that she, like, was sitting with her, like, brothers. While I was walking over, she got up and, like, ignored me. I, like, sat down at the table she was, like, sitting at, and I waited for her to come back. She, like, didn't, she went to another table, with her, like, brothers fallowing her. I ,like, got up and walked over to the new table she was, like, sitting at and politely ,like, invited her to my table, along with her brothers, she was being snotty and said she was, like, perfectly fine where she, like, was. I said goodbye and, like, walked back to my table and sat with my, like, friends. When she, like, walked by with her, like, lunch tray, I said hello and she, like, looked at me, asking me to repeat it. I stood up and put my, like, hand out, repeating hello. She just punched me, I, like, screamed why a couple of, like, times and she jumped me, punching me multiple times. I'm, like, so great full that you, like, came and to save me," she said. It sounded pretty real, she even had tears welding up in her eyes, but she looked at me and winked. The only bad part of that was, the principle saw.
The principle didn't know what to do, so he just gave up our punishments.
"Brittany, you will have detention for one week, excluding weekends, Miss Ride, you will have a week, including weekends. My secretary will explain." He handed notes and told up to give them to the secretary.
It ended up that we had to sit there for about two hours, with a couple of other students, all week every day, only I had to be there longer than her, four hours longer.
"Bye Bitch," Brittany said as she walked away. It took all the control I had not to run up to her and break her nose another way.
I looked at my schedule and saw that I have PE, the one class that Fang and Iggy aren't in.
When I got there I gave the coach the slip and she shoved some really short shorts and a shirt that was two sizes too small.
"These look to small," I told her.
"Those are the only ones we have left, unless you would like a XXXXL," she questioned, but not in the teacher way, that points out the obvious, but like she actually cared whether one I would I would like.
I shook my head, gave her a small smile, took the clothes, and walked to the PE office to get my locker combo.
When I got it I started to look for the locker. After I found it, I opened it and changed.
I looked, un-like me, to say the least. The shirt was tight and it showed a small amount of cleavage, maybe a centimeter. The shorts stopped at quarter thigh, not mid, but half of that.
I went out and stared to run with the other kids. I jogged for the first lap and sprinted the second, beating all of the boys.
This is a filler chapter, I will update later this month, which means a day, a month, a week, sometime this month.
I have school, so I'll be a little off track, sorry for the long wait.