Me: Here it is, sorry for the wait. To much school work now that Mid-terms and the state wide test coming up, and also stupid research papers that we are working on. Ugh! I just want it to be over.
Iggy: Whoa whoa whoa! I just realized that we never did this much work!
Cassy: Okay? Story now?
Chapter 6
Cassy's P.O.V.
I can't believe I have detention. Why did I have to take his blame for the food fight?
I sighed while I packed my bag. Why did I have to have detention today? I was kind of organizing my locker a bit, not wanting to talk to Joey. He already knew about my detention, but he was going to be so pissed with me right now.
Please just kill me now. . .
Fang's P.O.V.
"Why do you think she took the blame?" Iggy asked again.
I sighed before answering. "For the fifth time, I don't know." I was getting really aggravated with him. "I have an idea; go ask her yourself! She's right over there!"
"What? No!" he was hiding something.
"Just do it. Seriously, go find out why she took the blame. I'm sick of you asking me."
"Wow. More than three words." I was ready to slap him and throw him over to where the girl, Cassy, was cleaning her locker.
"Shut up." I said.
"Gasp! Two words!" I punched his arm and gave him a little shove.
"Okay! Okay! I'm going. . ." Iggy walked over to where Cassy was, kind of nervously.
I opened my locker, keeping an eye on the two of them in case anything went wrong, like she was an eraser or something.
Even with my bird-like hearing, I couldn't hear a thing they were saying. I decided to get a little closer by going to the water fountain and looked out of the corner of my eyes at them.
Then it hit me; she looked really sad, like she was going to cry or something. "Hm?" I thought for a minute, then went back to my locker, packing my bag.
I closed my locker door, then froze in my steps at what I saw. Iggy was. . . hugging. . . Cassy?
Iggy: . . . What?
Fang: . . . Yeah what he said. . .
Me: Hee hee hee. . .
Cassy: What?