There were no calls made that Monday night. The four main members of the fight were to stay home on Tuesday, and return on Wednesday…supposedly.

Allison had decided to spend the night with Remy that night because…well, it was a free night in the middle of the week, what the fuck else was she going to do? Stay home? Her parent's didn't raise no fool! She took the opportunities given to her!

"Baby?" Allison asked, trying to wake Remy Wednesday morning by kissing her shoulder. Remy didn't react at all except she wasn't breathing anymore. Allison knit her brows, "Rem?" She shook her: Nothing. "Remy?"

Remy grinned slightly before pouncing on the blonde, completely scaring her and making her scream, "Hmm?" She asked, nuzzling the blonde's sternum and wrapping her forearms as tightly as she could around her body.

"Hmm?" Allison questioned; not knowing what she was questioning.

"You woke me up Babe…what were you wanting?" She kissed where her mouth landed.

"Besides you?" She asked coyly, making Remy look up in surprise. "I was wondering if I could borrow some more clothes?" She asked as she leaned forward just enough to tap a beat on Remy's ass cheeks.

"Mmm!" Remy squealed and pushed her body into the bed, and in turn, into her lover's body, to get away from her hands.

This made Allison giggle lightly and try to slap her cheeks again, but Remy maneuvered them so that she had the blonde's hands in hers, "You keep doing that and the answer's gonna be 'no'…" She let her body fall on top of the blonde's again and started kissing her throat.

"You say 'no' to me, I'll say 'no' to you…" Allison replied in a singsong voice without missing a beat.

Remy pulled from her and stared her down, "You wouldn't dare…that would be denying self satisfaction." She tried to call what she thought was the blonde's bluff.

"I have two hands just like you…I can take care of myself." Allison put on a straight face, seeing how far Remy would last. When she didn't get a response, aside from the blank stare she was already receiving, she took it another step further, "The question is, will you be able to take care of yourself?"

Remy's jaw dropped a little more. Her eyes had coated with something between lust and urgency. She shook herself out of her stupor, "What a pile of shit!" She started tickling the blonde to complete submission. "You need me!" She was grinning at her lover's strained laughing. "Say it!"

"Okay! OKAY!" She gave in finally. Remy stared at her, waiting for the words to come from her mouth, "You need me." Allison made Remy's jaw slack again.

Remy just shook her head, knowing that her girlfriend was just in one of her playful moods, "Yes I do." She sighed and as she lay on top of her again and snuggled close.

"And I need you too." Allison said in a sudden sweet manner…much like Ally in "The Notebook" when she's talking about her and Noah being birds on the beach.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~

The rest of that day was spent much in the same sentiment. Remy's face and hand would throb every so often at random intervals, but Allison would always go, and sometimes trip over randomly spread objects, to get her ice or Tylenol or whatever she thought Remy needed.

That Tuesday late afternoon-early evening, Allison's mother called her to tell her that she was able to go back to school, and that she wasn't in any form of trouble. Her mother had come to the conclusion that it was because she was just the victim in the whole ordeal, and while she did like and approve of Remy, her daughter shouldn't be punished because of a fight her girlfriend was in.

Jo and Steve came down from the main house after they received their call from Principal McBride. They were rather pleased to tell Remy that she had to go to school the next day whether she wanted to or not…because she could. The club owner had called Miss Fitzpatrick and told her that Remy was the only one who came to apologize and try to somehow work the damage out.

However, today was Wednesday. When they got to school, the entire building seemed to be watching them. Everyone knew about the fight and in turn the trial… And, as for the text of them kissing…well it had been sent as a mass by Stacy.

Remy had her hand on Allison's waist; they had both of their left hands intertwined as they walked down the hall. They were completely ignoring everyone, but everyone was undividedly paying attention to them. They stopped off at their lockers (which were down the row from each other) to get their books.

Remy got hers first because that's all she kept in her locker. Allison had stuffed some clothes from rehearsal before the matinee performance and other outfits that she had rejected for the party in there, so she was having to fish for her books. Remy laughed as she looked inside and leaned against the bay of lockers. Her chuckle captured Allison's attention, making her look under the bill of Remy's baseball cap.

"Don't make fun. Your kitchen and living room are way worse." She said as she pulled her biology book out and handed it to her girlfriend.

"Yes but my living room and kitchen are not a confined space designed specifically for books and not clothes." Remy said getting a glare from Allison.

"They're still gross." She said as she shoved the clothes around in her locker to make it so her books were reachable.

"You want me to clean them? Well guess what…already done. Did it yesterday after you left." Remy smirked.

Allison had pulled out her notebook and was making sure that the clothes wouldn't push the books from her locker when she stopped and looked up at Remy with surprise, "Really?" Remy nodded and laughed at Allison's raised brows, "Well I'm impressed. Not only does my girlfriend rescue me from danger almost everyday, she cleans too.

"Well that was why I cleaned. I didn't want you tripping over the coffee table again because you were trying to avoid the Hobby Lobby sacks and clothes and plates and shit." She explained as Allison finally gave up, and shut her locker, leaning against it.

"And the list goes on and on." She grinned at Remy's list of booby traps. "Walk me to class." It sounded like a question, but it was indeed a statement.

"It's what I've been waiting on for two and a half months." She replied as she took her girlfriends hand.

Allison leaned against her as they walked down the hall. When they got to Allison's biology class, Remy leaned in and kissed her. The entire hallway stopped…there was no movement, no conversations—there wasn't even someone popping their gum… They broke apart and looked around to find everyone staring at them. "Oh, like you all didn't already know." Remy said to the hallway. She made a sweeping motion with her hands, "Run along." When everyone scurried with smirks and smiles, Remy grinned and leaned in to kiss her again. "Bye Baby, see you in English." Allison nodded and ducked into her class.

~0~0~

When it came time for English, Allison had made it to the class first. Lisa had a big smirk when she walked in and sat beside her, "I know that I've had time to watch and see you guys interact, but seriously? You guys were making out in the hallway? And I wasn't there to witness?"

Allison turned and smiled, "No…we weren't making out. We were just kissing Goodbye…it wasn't anything 'huge' or whatever you're thinking..I promise." She thought about her friend's statement again, and turned to look at Lisa like she was a total perv, "You want to witness?...Why Lisa..I had no idea…"

"Oh, shut up!" She said with haste, then completely changed the subject, "Oh my God!" She threw in her 'this just got serious' hand, "Is Remy okay? Cause what I saw of her face on Monday did not look good. It looked like House really stuck it to her…"

"Oh, is that the rumor now? I lost?" Remy came in and sat in front of Allison and turned sideways to peck her girlfriend's lips. She looked back at Lisa, "Lisa you're staring…and you didn't answer my question."

Lisa scrunched her bunny nose and tried to contain herself, "Gah I'm sorry, but I secretly always thought—ever since we found out you were bi—that you needed to switch teams and you guys should've hooked up…Am I brilliant or what? Aw, you guys are so cute."

Allison was laughing, so Remy took it upon herself to respond, "Gee, thanks Lis…"

"Oh, you're welcome." She flipped her hand like it was no big deal.

Remy laughed and turned back slightly to face Mr. Taub, but she kept her arm on Allison's desk. Allison decided that it was her arm to do with as she pleased…she was going to doodle the crap out of it. But, in order to keep suspicion from the arm's owner on a zero, she just started drawing lazy circles as she pulled up the sleeve.

"Ms. Hadley, take the hat off." Taub said as he walked in.

"You don't want me to do that." Remy said.

"I know that you think you can live above any rules we have here, but last week has ended and Monday and Tuesday are over. You're back to regular school now. So, take the hat off." He said as he leaned back against his desk.

Remy smirked, "Okay," She said as she took her hat off with her free arm. She stared at him in an 'I told you so' manner.

"Yeah…why don't you go ahead and put the hat back on." He said scratching his head. He picked up a rubber band ball and started throwing it to either hand. "So, the rumors…are they true?"

"Well, it depends on which one you hear…" Remy said, turning back sideways to get a little more comfortable.

That ausshole, asshole, Australian, jock loser that hung out with House..and now Stacy was already in class. "Yeah, if you hear the one about Thirteen going crazy psycho bitch on House for no reason, then that's the truth."

"How the fuck would you know Chase? You were so plastered you probably jerked House off instead of yourself that night." Remy was quick to retort.

"Hey! I'm not the fuckin' gay one here! That's you're department!" He was gripping the edge of his desk.

"You're right I like women, that's not news. Women are amazing…" She grinned, "See, I'm not the one in denial."

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch!" He stood up.

"Oh, yeah, see..about that…I already have an amazing girlfriend. I'm not gonna give that up for what I'm going to assume is too awkward, too messy, and way too quick for my satisfaction." She stood up as well.

"Do you want to take this outside?" He started walking toward her.

"What is this? Because House hit a girl, every guy should?" By now Chase was in her face, "You can't even pick a different one? That's rich…just like the pretty boy you are. And, frankly I don't want to be responsible for messing up that pretty little face."

Chase swung the fist he had in the air. Remy ducked and grabbed his wrist with both hands before making a circle with the momentum she'd created. She had his arm pinned on his back and had kicked his legs in, so that we was on his knees.

"Ms. Hadley!" Principal McBride was at the door. Apparently throughout the word battle, Taub had been trying to get them both to stop and when they didn't he buzzed for help.

Remy looked up. "Self defense!" She said as she let go and backed off like she was in a hold up.

"Yes I saw." He said walking into the room, "Come with me." He held up his arm for indication.

"Are you kidding me? He takes a swing at me and I'm the one going to your office?" She grabbed her stuff while she said the next line, "This is bullshit."

"Ms. Hadley!" McBride tried to scold her language.

Chase laughed as he walked back to his seat, "Run along." He mimicked her from earlier that morning.

Remy turned and took a couple steps toward him. "It's a shame that we're not married cause I would love nothing more than to pull a Lorena Bobbitt!"

"Ms. Hadley! My office now!" McBride said. "Mr. Chase. See me after class."

"Yes sir." He slouched in his chair. "Who the hell is Lorena Bobbitt?" He was asking anyone that would answer.

"She became famous in the mid 1990s." Taub said casually.

"So, how would Chase being her husband be a threat?" Another kid in the class asked.

"She cut off her husband's penis, and drove off with it before she threw it in a ditch." He answered in the same casual tone and looked up at the class from the page of the book that had his attention. "I'd hate to be you Chase."

Remy walked into Mr. McBride's office and plopped into a chair; she stayed silent.

"So, you're not questioning why you're in here? You're not going to try and argue self defense again?" He was surprised and wary of her silence.

"No." She looked at him. "I figure you'll tell me eventually or my parents will come get me or you'll send me to Ms. Tyler…or you'll let me go." She smiled a cheesy smile (like Jo would on The Facts of Life).

"You're here because that was the second fight in as many school days that you've been a part of. What's that about Remy?" He tried a different approach to deal with this particular student.

"Oh, my given name…" Then she answered his question, "Just lucky I guess."

"You want to know what I think it is?" He asked her.

"Sure, McBride. Watcha got?" She looked at him as she got comfortable in her seat.

"I think you're just a scared little girl trying to make it big in this bad world. People don't like you? Screw them you don't need them. Let me tell you something. You keep picking fights and there's not gonna be a person left on your side." He was leaning on his arms that were on his desk.

Remy sat there and stared at him for a second, "Okay." She said and leaned back to look out the window in his door. "Can I have my punishment? You're next appointment is here."

"Detention. Until I see fit. You will go to Ms. Tyler everyday and talk out your issues which you clearly have."

"My only issue is people not giving me the benefit of the doubt!" She stood up. "You don't know the circumstances surrounding Friday night—despite the fact that about six people said the same thing, you're siding with the rich kids! And you don't know what happened this morning. You came riding in on your high horse all holier than thou, and planned out the punishment before finding out what really happened. You know my reputation, so you assume I started them both—again despite the six people that said the same thing during the trial. You don't ask to hear my side of the story, and the truth of the matter is you really don't care. You don't like me that's fine. You are probably the only reason that the vote to either punish me or keep me from detention, suspension or expulsion took six different times."

She rolled her eyes, "Both of those guys are starters on the football team, which is actually doing well this year. Both of their parents, along with Stacy's donate to the school regularly, and take part in charity functions that the school puts on. The two guys are going to be up for scholarships as long as their seasons go well, so you figure you'll just push the blame on me because I'm going nowhere in life anyways, right?" There was silence. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." She turned to walk out of his office, but she couldn't keep biting her tongue; she needed to relieve herself of all her frustration. "I could be Mother fucking Teresa and you'd still call me a trouble maker!"

She shook her head as she left this time, "I'll be sure to check in with Ms. Tyler right after school." She turned around to find Jennie in the doorway; she had walked in during McBride's sentencing and heard every word. "Speak of the lovely counselor in the flesh." She said as she walked by Jennie and out of his office. God…this is going to be fucking hard… She thought as she remembered her conversation with Fitz-P a while ago.

"Hello, goodbye Thirteen." Remy waved, and Jennie turned right back to McBride. "Sounds like you had an interesting conversation." She said as she occupied the seat that Remy had been in. McBride nodded. "It also sounds like she put you in your place."

"That she did, Jennie, that she did. It's been a very, very long time since a student has done that to me."

"Yeah, well, she's not your normal student." McBride looked at her. "She's brilliant for one. She quoted the Sixth Amendment on Monday, and you know that was impromptu because she had no forewarning that she would necessarily be talking." Jennie took a breath and sighed quickly, "She's just, had a bad childhood and everyone sees that and automatically assumes the worst." Jennie paused, "You did…she's a good girl, she just needs to be set free if you will. Let her take care of herself…"

"She provoked Robert Chase to try and hit her, and when he did she used 'self defense.'"

Jennie stared at him like he was the biggest jerk in the world and pursed her lips. "Another thing about Remy Hadley is that she doesn't "provoke." She gives as good as she gets when it comes to an argument. The difference between her and the entire school, apparently including you, is she can take what she dishes out." She rolled her eyes when McBride still wasn't convinced that this girl was a good kid, and that all he had to do was look. "Why are you so adamant about having this girl be unsuccessful in life? Seriously, we're educators…we're supposed to encourage, not discourage…"

Needless to say, after more words exchanged, the beautiful counselor had a way of showing him his asshole ways. "Why am I so blind?" He asked, referring to Emilynn's earlier statement about Brad and Kevin's parents and the football team.

"Because it's your job to protect the school…it's mine to make sure that you're considering the school's body." Jennie said standing up. She looked outside to see Robert Chase waiting. "You know, you could make the punishment equal, or take Thirteen's away. If I were you, I'd still try to talk to her. You're going to need to hear both sides from the kids eventually right?" She left after that.

"Mr. Chase, come in here please."

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Remy went straight to her art class after receiving her punishment from McBride. She had missed half of journalism already and decided to just go to where she wanted. She walked over to an easel and put a large canvas on it. As she was filling up her pallet with the tempera paints that the school—at least the Intro Classroom had—she looked up to see her teacher walking in. "Oh, hey Mrs. Jackson." She walked over to her.

"Yes Thirteen? A little early aren't you?" She looked up, putting her thermos of ice on her desk. She ignored the girl's wardrobe violation (the hat) because she had been filled in before.

"Yeah, long story…" She said as she looked at the desk before looking at her again, "I have free period then lunch after this class, so would it be okay if I just stayed and painted?" She asked in a hopeful tone.

Mrs. Jackson was a very understanding woman. She was very nice, and loving. She was the type of person that always gave people the benefit of the doubt no matter what. That alone was why Remy liked her so much; she was the flaw in her theory to life—at least her life.

Mrs. Jackson looked up and smiled, "Of course you can. I'll tell you when you need to start cleaning up to be ready for sixth hour."

"Okay thank you so much. I need this right now…" She had indicated the paints before trailing off.

"I understand dear." She said. She really didn't understand what Remy was going through, but she knew that this class was like a therapy to her. She wanted to help all her students, but particularly this damaged girl. She was the only student in any of her classes that she felt she could help most in this way.

Remy nodded and walked back over to the stool and canvas she'd set up. She put her pallet down to take off her flannel shirt so that she wouldn't get paint on it. She pulled out her headphones and stuck the buds in her ears. She liked songs from the early 2000's. She didn't really care that they were like a decade old; they were good songs to her. She sat back down and went to work; she started out finger painting. She liked to let her mind wander, and let her body control what she painted. Whenever the canvas was full, or she could see something in her paintings, she would go into putting (more) detail by using tools that the school provided.

She had literally turned her phone off—something she hadn't done for more than a minute since she got it—to give herself complete freedom; she didn't want anyone pulling her back to reality. This was her high, her escape, and she needed it right then.

Allison walked into the Intro classroom; she had a feeling that she'd find Remy in the art room after what happened in English. She'd checked the band rooms already, so this was her second best bet. She knew Remy painted when she was upset, and she knew that she was really good. She looked up to find Remy in a back corner that wasn't really part the classroom anymore, facing away from everyone.

"She's been over there for about two hours now. Came in about half a class early and has been over there ever since." Mrs. Jackson was standing next to Allison; she had just made a round with her freshman when she saw Allison walk in.

"Is she okay?" Allison turned to the teacher.

"She will be." She nodded. "You should go over there…see what she's been doing. I think it's her best piece. At least from what I've seen…"

"Oh yeah? I've seen some pretty amazing paintings in her house that I assume are hers…" She was staring at Remy's back.

"I think this one will take the cake. Keep in mind that she's not working with a visual aid of any kind, and this painting will blow you out of the water. Go on!...She needs to get out of here anyways. She needs to eat." Mrs. Jackson turned to her class and started making another round.

Allison walked towards Remy, trying to see what she was painting. At first, all she could see were black corners and black edges, but as she got closer, she saw the middle and the bottom of the painting. Her eyes filled up with tears—only slightly, but she didn't care. The painting was of her sitting on a park bench laughing. Everything around her was green from plant life and gold from the sun. On the wooden slates of the bench were the words: "When everything around me darkens, you are my guiding light."

Remy had put her pallet on the table next to her and put her arms over her head to look at it, and decide of she was satisfied. However, before she could make her decision, she was turned around and was kissing her girlfriend. When Allison pulled away from her, she had to think about where she was. "Hey baby."

"Hey you." The blonde nuzzled her then looked at her painting again. "Is that true?"

"You know it is. You know I try to get out of my head when I paint; that I try to show myself what and how I'm really feeling. It's the only thing I took away from the shrink my father sent me to when I was five right after he started drinking." She looked down for a moment because a bad memory had surfaced, but then she looked in Allison's eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too." They kissed again. "Mmm, can we get some lunch? You could tell me what McBride said…" At Remy's reaction she added to her sentence. "or we can talk about whatever you want to talk about." She leaned into her. "Please?"

Remy nodded, "Okay, just let me clean this up real quick."

Five minutes later they were in the courtyard with their lunches. Allison was sitting on top of a table with Remy in front of her. Remy had her head resting against Allison's stomach, and had her arms around the blonde's body trying to stay in the serene state painting had put her in. She knew it was going to be the calmest she was going to be for a while and she wanted to take complete advantage of it. Allison was rubbing her hands up and down Remy's back.

Lisa and Wilson came over and sat down with them. "Hey guys." Lisa said almost as if she didn't want to wake someone up.

Remy turned her head so that she was facing them, "Hey. How are you guys?"

Wilson scoffed at Remy's question, "Better than youoof!" He but was hit in the gut by Harper at the end. "Sorry. I just meant that Lis told me about the second fight and McBride."

"Yeah, well. What can you do? I've decided to just go with it. There's not really a point in trying here anymore."

"So…does that mean you're leaving at the semester?" Wilson asked, recalling her proposition with her cousins.

Remy looked at him for a second, really considering his statement. "No. I'm gonna stick it out. It's just a little bit more than three semesters."

"Good, cause I'd get lonely." He said. "Ow! That hurts!" He said to Lisa who hit him again.

"Well then don't say stupid stuff, even if it was to cheer up a friend." Lisa said, a little offended that Wilson would be so 'lonely' without Remy despite her being there.

"" Wilson mimicked Lisa in a cruel, making fun of, manner.

Remy and Allison laughed, before Allison spoke "You know, if I didn't know either of you I'd think you guys spent the night together despite it being a school night…" Wilson and Lisa looked at them, then each other then back to the other women, and repeated the process a couple times. They had never really spent the night together…even on the weekends, it never really happened. Wilson couldn't lie to his folks, and Lisa chose not to get in trouble, so their answer was clear…no sleepovers…that is until Friday to the night before.

"Oh My God!" Remy said throatily and started laughing. She stood up and gave Wilson their secret handshake.

"Well you guys ditched me on Friday…not that we really had plans that night, but Allison and me usually have a spend the night… So he drove me to the party and home. And, yes it's something he does all the time because he's the boy and he's obligated to, but something just…happened, and we've been 'spending the night' the whole week." Lisa said looking in Wilson's eyes as he took her hand and kissed it.

"Yeah. Hormones." Both Remy and Allison said.

Wilson and Lisa looked at them in disbelief. "You guys spend way too much time together." They both said at the same time; this made them look at each other.

"Us? What about you?" The other couple replied.

Remy stood up and put her 'this just got serious hand' in "Okay stop! I'm getting' freaked out." She said as she sat back down facing outside the table, nestling her back in between Allison's legs.

Wilson looked up, "Uh oh. Principal McBride! We'll catch you two in vocal and I'll catch you in the band room." He said as he gathered his and Lisa's stuff and they made a break for it.

"Thanks! You guys are really the best of friends!" Remy said sarcastically, so that they'd know she was kidding. She looked up, letting her head fall on Allison's front, "You're not leaving are you?"

"No baby. I'm right here with you." She moved Remy's hat to the side and kissed her.

"Eh-hmm" McBride coughed, causing the girls to break apart. He sat down next to them.

Remy looked at him with expectancy. "What do you want now McBride? Did you change your mind? Decide to expel me after all?"

"Yes and no." Remy looked at him for explanation. "Yes I decided to change your punishment, and no you are not expelled. In fact…you're not anything. There is no punishment. You made very valid points in my office this morning that I couldn't help but think about. Aside from that, Ms. Tyler helped me see another side of you, of your story. With all honesty, I trust Ms. Tyler more than any parent that walks through my doors, no matter how much money they give to the school. I would like to encourage you.." He hesitated as he looked at Allison also, "both to talk to Ms. Tyler or a professional if you…well it's your decision." He stood up from the bench, "I am very sorry that I treated you with such little respect and so many assumptions. You are a very brilliant girl, and I hope you can forgive me." He started to walk away.

"Okay." Remy said.

He turned around, "What?"

"Okay." She said again standing up, and walked towards him a little. "I forgive you. But as the saying goes with a little Remy Hadley thrown in to fit the situation: Judge me once that's your bad…don't do it again, cause then it'll be mine.

McBride smirked at her then went his separate way. Remy turned around to see Allison telling a returned Lisa and Wilson what just happened. "Ahhww, you guys just couldn't stay away. Could you?"

AN: Okay….I know I took forever, but I just got swamped with school, and that personal hell I mentioned back in chapter six…anyways…please tell me if you're still reading and liking it, because if you're not then I'm just going to slap on a short ending and call it fin, but if you are I have possibly two more chapters before I come to a close….but you need to let me know if you're still enjoying it…with reviews please!

I bid you adieu until next time.