I have no parental guidance or authority figure to make sure i receive the discipline i deserve. This is the reason the principal has given me as to why i was not immediately suspended for my cafeteria fight. (wasn't much of a fight if you ask me.) He thinks suspending me would end up as more of a vacation for me. i could care less, suspended or not. However, i did receive a lecture from the principal about bullying, and was sent to the counselors office to 'work on' my anger issues. I sat there in my itchy, sweaty, gym uniform, listening to the frizzy haired Ms. Anderson explain what she thinks my problem is. She has informed me that i have issues because of my lack of family and that i need an outlet for my anger so i don't inflict it onto others. I waited for her to stop talking, and then left her office. I passed the nurses office on the way to class, and saw Keira fidgeting under the busty nurses hands that were around her jaw. There were tears in her eyes, and with my mai abilities, i wouldn't be surprised if i broke it. However, the rest of the student body might, so here's hoping i didn't. Even though she would deserve it. By now, the rest of the students were in their last class of the day, and i had two options. Go to Spanish for about 20 minutes, or just head home. So i obviously chose to head home.

Unfortunately, when i got to my locker, i noticed the halls had become not-so-empty. There was a large group surrounding my locker, staring at it. When they saw me, they parted slightly, leaving a path for me to take. I got to my locker and was pretty freaking surprised. My locker, was completely decorated with construction paper hearts and streamers, and glitter. It looked like Valentines day had just thrown up on it. On one of the hearts, in a chicken scratch handwriting, read open me. and pointed to the lock. I did as the heart ordered. I opened my locker to be met with plenty of multi colored balloons flying out at me. Then, i saw the note. It was a small pink envelope, with my name scrawled out on it. I opened the envelope, and looked inside. There was a small piece of paper and confetti inside. There were only four letters on the piece of paper followed be a question mark. P-R-O-M-? Something told me this wasn't from Alek. and i had a strange feeling i knew who it was that had set this up. I turned around to find, my feeling was correct.

Lucas.

He was holding a red rose and smiling at me. This could not end well.

"So King, what do you say?" I looked around and saw everyone staring at me, waiting my reaction. I couldn't reject him in front of all these people.

"Can we talk... in private?" i practically begged.

"Everyone wants to hear the answer, so just say yes already." he replied. He was too self-absorbed to notice i was freaking out.

"Please?" i tried again. Whispers came from our audience. They understood. He still didn't seem to.

"What's with the stalling? It's fine just go ahead."

"I uh... I really don't think you want me to do that." realization seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Are you... rejecting me?" his eyes were wild and he threw the rose onto the ground.

"Can we just talk?"

"NO. I don't want to talk to some fucking tease like you. I only wanted to take you to prom next weekend, because the boys in the locker room think you'd be a nice fuck." he spat. i was hoping he was only saying this out of anger, but it still hurt. Even if i was never actually into him, it was still humiliated.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I pretended to like you for a bet."

"well it looks like you lost." I replied. I could see in his eyes he regretted saying that, but i no longer cared.

I turned around and peeled off all the decorations from my locker. I let the balloons fly up towards the ceiling and wrapped up the other garbage into a large ball, note on top. I slammed my locker door, and walked up to Lucas. I pushed the ball into his hands like it disgusted me, which it kind of did.

"And for the record, i was never interested, not in the least." i whispered to him, and then i walked out of there. Out of the crowd, and away from my locker. Out of the hall, and away from the whispers. Out of the school, and away from my problems... at least for a little while.