Chapter 6
She pushed Amanda into the wall and into a slightly darker hallway. She shoved an accusing finger into Amanda's collarbone. "I know you did this to her!" Amanda looked utterly shocked yet completely confident. She sounded so calm when she spoke in trying situations. "Watson. You are going to fry for this..." Janie's eyebrows suddenly furrowed with rage. "Do I fucking look like I care? Besides..." Janie smiled evilly. She took her fist and hit Amanda across the face, causing her opposite temple to hit the wall. "I'm not going to... am I right Jennings?"Amanda looked, for the first time, defeated. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "I guess I aint gonna say anything..." Janie looked satisfied. But not quite at ease. She began to walk away from Amanda with a slight limp which she had no idea how she got. Amanda yelled almost desperately after her. "Ya know Watson?" Janie turned around and began back towards Amanda. Amanda smiled. "Im awful proud of you Janie." There was a small silence. Janie sunk to the floor against the wall. In relief. Amanda came and sat next to her. Janie turned her head in Amanda's direction. "Oh yeah? Whys that?" Things had calmed down considerably between them. Rapidly and almost eerily. Amanda chuckled a bit. "Yeah. You take responsibility. I can admire that above myself..."Janie tilted her head back to look at the ceiling. She changed the subject quickly. The fact that Amanda had just complimented her, or at least the fact that she thought she did, sent her mind into a reel. "Who was that bass drum?" Amanda looked a bit disgusted, but spoke anyway. "Oh. Him? That's Clay Stuart." Janie bit her bottom lip. "He sure was givin you a run for your money... he's kinda cute." Amanda didn't like this topic, about like Janie didn't like talking about responsibility. "What about Brad?" Amanda hinted to Janie. "Brad Foster? The Quarterback?" Janie looked a bit displeased. Amanda responded in the same way. "You do like Clay. Don't you?" Janie shot right back with shame in her eyes. "NO! I mean... yeah." She giggled a little bit. Amanda shifted her weight towards Janie. "I cant blame you. I would so date him if I were a stupid freshman like you!" Amanda jokingly shoved Janie's shoulder. Their conversation was abruptly halted. They had almost forgotten what was going on in the band room. When Amanda remembered a heavy blanket of guilt fell over her. Three EMTs came wheeling a stretcher out of the band room and quickly down the hall. Mr. Hall came rushing towards the girls. Janie stood up sharply. Amanda followed suit. Mr. Hall flailed his arms in the air."Janie. Go!... Amanda! Page twelve! Keep the band calm." Both girls took off for the end of the hallway. Both hellbent on different objectives. Mr. Hall sunk to the floor much like Amanda and Janie had done. "So much for a simple rehearsal..."