After Homeroom, Taylor was walking down the hall, when she bumped into Callie. Glaring at her for a moment, Callie snarled, "I don't know how you did it, but Frank isn't speaking to me."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't. I caught that little scene in the cafeteria. You're trying to make me jealous and it's not going to work. So, you can stop you're little games and leave him alone."
"Are you trying to say that I am leading him on just to annoy you?"
"That's right."
"Little girl, I'm not going to tell you this again. I want you to stay away from me because I do not tolerate threats from a child like you. I fell in love with him from the moment I met him. It's not my fault that he feels the same way. Perhaps it's because he felt nothing for you at all."
"You're lying." Callie choked out in anger.
"Am I? Let's see, you broke up with him that same day, yesterday, to be exact. He starts to leave school, no doubt due to the fact that he couldn't stand being near a criança like you."
"A WHAT?"
"I see you don't speak Portuguese. That word I used means child. Because that's all that you are, a child that thinks she's a teen. Do us both a favor, menininha, and by the way, that means little girl, stop trying to play games that you don't understand." Callie screamed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall. She then charged forward without thinking, and swung at Taylor. Taylor positioned herself the right way and ended up punched in the eye. She fell to the floor, resisting the urge to use her fighting skills. A teacher charged up and grabbed Callie's arm. "Miss Shaw, what do you think you're doing?"
"I…She…"
"Are you alright, Miss Westbrooke?" The teacher ignored Callie and turned to look at Taylor. Taylor whimpered and began to cry. Several students were gathered around.
"What's going on here?" A second teacher stormed up.
"Callie decked her for no reason."
"Yeah, she went psycho and started yelling and punched Taylor."
"She didn't stand a chance."
"Callie started the whole thing."
"Taylor didn't even swing at her."
"Man, talk about jealous. Callie's been acting weird ever since lunch yesterday." Several students started talking at the same time. Both teachers glared at Callie and the second was about to help Taylor stand when Frank and Joe hurried up. Frank helped Taylor stand. Callie gaped at the scene for a moment and then tried to explain again.
"That is more than enough out of you, Miss Shaw. I don't care what the problem is, but that does not give you the right to strike another student." The first teacher said quickly. He then turned and said to Taylor, "Miss Westbrooke, please don't judge the other students by her behavior. I can assure you that this type of thing is not tolerated at any American High School."
"Thank you, sir." Taylor leaned against Frank as she tried to stop crying. "I don't know what I said that would cause her to hit me. I'm sorry for any trouble that I may have caused."
"Miss Westbrooke, you clearly did nothing wrong. I will take Miss Shaw to the principal. Perhaps he can talk some sense into her." The teacher then walked away, Callie in tow.
In the Principal's Office, Callie looked upset when her parents walked in. The principal decided to cut to the chase, "Miss Shaw's behavior today can not be put up with, so therefore, I have decided to suspend her for five weeks."
"Is the other student alright?" Mrs. Shaw asked, nervous about what had happened.
"Luckily the only thing that happened to her was a black eye from what I'm told. Miss Shaw, I hope that you will behave yourself from now on."
"Yes, sir." Callie mentally fumed. She would get even with Taylor. No matter what.
Outside the school, a black car was waiting. When the Shaw family got into their car and left, the black car followed them.