Second-to-last chapter! It's very short, only a page long. The epilogue will as well be short and sweet, but funny. This has been great-thanks everyone!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, it belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Michael Newton. Son of the local sports store owners. A good kid-standard grades, good athlete, all around nice guy.

And exactly the one I had been looking for. The cause of all this stress.

I suddenly hated Mike Newton. Hated him.

He appeared at the door with a cocky smile, hands in pockets. I straightened my tie and breathed out, getting my stern voice ready. This was the big one.

"Please have a seat Mr. Newton. You and I are going to have a little discussion about some things that happened today." I said roughly.

Mike pulled out the chair and sat down, taking off his jacket in the process. He settled himself in his chair and then looked up at me, still too confident. He didn't think he was in trouble.

"The food fight?" Mike said, more of a statement then a question.

"No. I want to talk to you about what happened in Chemistry. With Miss. Isabella Swan?" I asked sternly. I watched with pleasure as the grin on Mike's face slowly fell.

"Oh. The, um, note passing?" Mike said disbelievingly. Good. He was scared he was caught.

"Precisely." I said, going in for the kill. "Now Michael, this is a very serious matter. I do not let things like this just go. I will not sit here and watch you tell me a story like all the others. I am very sorry, but you are the last straw. I do not put up with sexual harassment or blackmailing. Those are two very serious matters. Now, here is what is going to happen. I am going to call your parents and speak with them. Then, you will speak with them. You will have a day of suspension tomorrow, and then you will serve two weeks of detention. You will also write apologize letters to Isabella Swan, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen and Emmett Cullen. Do I make myself clear?". As I finished this speech, I slammed my fist down on the desk with such force, everything went up and down in the air. Mike looked a little teary. He simply nodded.

I picked up the intercom phone and put the request in to Denise for the Newton's home number. I twisted the cord around my finger and watched Mike out of the corner of my eye. He was looking down at his shoes, trying not to appear upset. This was a reaction I seldom got. But oh well. He would pay for his actions. And I would get a nice cup of coffee while booking a session with my massage therapist. Life was good again.