AN-Happy iKiss 4 year anniversary!
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Misunderstanding
"Oh man, we're so busted," Quincy Gibson frowned as him and Emma Benson sat in the front office, waiting for the principal.
"Calm down, will you?" Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"I cannot calm down!" Quincy snapped. "Unlike you, I don't wind up here once a week!"
"Excuse me, I wasn't here at all last week," Emma said.
"What about when Ms. Fishbot caught you filling the coffee pot in the teacher's lounge with earthworms?" Quincy reminded her.
"Oh yeah," Emma nodded. "Forgot about that…"
"I can't believe you got me sent here," Quincy mumbled.
"What do you mean I got you sent here?" Emma said.
"You were the one who talked me into sneaking into Mr. Hafter's classroom this morning!" Quincy said. "If we hadn't gone in there, we wouldn't have accidently spilled coffee on his laptop! I still can't believe I listened to you and went in there."
"First of all, you were the one who knocked over the coffee cup," Emma said. "And second, don't pretend you didn't want to see his face when he saw the squirrel I put in his desk drawer,"
"That's what you were doing in there?" Quincy said. "Emma!"
"Oh come on, why are you making such a big deal over this?" Emma said. "So we got busted for accidently ruining a teacher's laptop. The school gives those laptops to the teachers, Mr. Hafer will have a new one by the end of the day. We'll probably get a weeks detention, tops, for sneaking into the classroom. That's all."
"That's all?" Quincy repeated. "I've never had detention before in my life!"
"Then congratulations, this must be a special day for you," Emma said.
"Oh my God, I'm going to get kicked out of pottery club," Quincy said, his eyes widening.
"You get kicked out of that lame club just for getting detention?" Emma frowned.
"They have a very strict set of rules," Quincy nodded.
"You need to get a life," Emma said, shaking her head.
"Alright, Ms. Benson, Mr. Gibson," the school principal, Mr. Thompson, said, walking into his office. "Let's get this show on the road. Now, I've taken the liberty of calling your parents-Ah, there they are now."
Sam and Gibby walked into office.
"Good to see you again, Mrs. Benson," Mr. Thompson said as Sam sat down next to Emma. "And you must be Mr. Gibson?"
"Cool, how'd you know that?" Gibby said. Quincy rolled his eyes.
"Alright, Emma, what'd you do now?" Sam sighed.
"It would appear that these two saw it funny to sneak into a teacher's classroom this morning," the principal explained. "And in doing so, they knocked over a cup of coffee and ruined said teacher's laptop."
"It was an accident, though," Emma said. "We didn't go in there to destroy the man's laptop!"
"Yes, but you did destroy it," Mr. Thompson said. "Now normally, students who defile school property receive detention for one week-"
"Wow, really, only a week?" Sam said. "Man, this place has gotten more lenient since I was here."
"-But, since this was a more expensive piece of property, the punishment is of course heightened," Mr. Thompson finished. "You will each receive a months worth of detention-"
"A month?" Quincy frowned. "A month!"
"Oh no, they'll kick you out of pottery club!" Gibby exclaimed.
"I know!"
Emma glanced over at Quincy. "Um, look, Mr. Thompson?"
"Yes, Ms. Benson?" the principal said.
"Quincy…Quincy didn't have anything to do with the whole incident," Emma said slowly. "It was all me."
"Huh? What are you-?" Quincy started, but Emma shot him a 'Shut up' look.
"It was all you?' Mr. Thompson repeated.
"Yeah," Emma nodded. "Quincy just happened to walk by the classroom and see me in there. He came in just as I was trying to clean up the coffee to see what I was doing. That's why Mr. Hafer caught us both in there; Quincy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"I see," Mr. Thompson said. "Well in that case, I apologize for inconveniencing you by calling you down here, Mr. Gibson. It seems as if your son was just caught in a big misunderstanding."
"Hey it's cool, I was just brushing my cat's teeth," Gibby said, getting to his feet.
"Well, you should get back to class," Mr. Thompson said to Quincy.
"Um, okay," Quincy said, trying to make eye contact with Emma, but she was carefully avoiding his gaze.
"As for you, Ms. Benson," Mr. Thompson said, turning back to Emma. "Let's begin to discuss the rest of your punishment."
…..
"She got a months worth of detentions?" Freddie frowned later that evening.
"Yup, starting Monday," Sam nodded. "Plus, Mr. Thompson's not letting her run in that big track meet next week and he said if she has any more 'altercations' this semester, she'll be suspended."
"Because she spilled coffee on a teacher's laptop?" Freddie said. "What was she even doing in a classroom before school started? It's hard enough to get her in one during school!"
"I don't know, but I'm guessing a squirrel was involved," Sam said.
"Man, how many times can she get in trouble?" Freddie groaned.
"I know, she's giving my record a run for its money," Sam said.
"Well we have to do something," Freddie said. "She can't get suspended."
"I grounded her for this weekend," Sam said. "Look, the principal agreed to meet with both of us about this on Monday. Maybe we can get him to cut down her punishment. I mean, the school replaced the teacher's laptop, and this guy actually used that cloud thing, so his files are saved, so no harm."
"Yeah, but still, Emma needs to learn that she can't keep getting into trouble like this," Freddie said. "You think we should have a talk with her? Or maybe we should-"
Just then there was a knock at the front door, and Quincy walked in.
"Hey, Quincy," Freddie said.
"Hi, um, is Emma here?" Quincy asked. "She left her history book at school, and I figured I'd bring it back to her."
"She's in her room," Sam said.
"Cool, thanks," Quincy said, starting up the stairs.
"Too bad Quincy can't talk some sense into her," Freddie sighed, turning back to Sam. "He doesn't get into trouble. But Emma's not likely to listen to him, is she?"
"No, probably not," Sam shrugged. "Too bad."
….
"So you spilled coffee on Mr. Hafer's computer?" Ashton frowned, painting her nails as Emma flipped through channels on the television in their shared room.
"Uh-huh," Emma said.
"Wow, and I always thought you were more careful than that," Ashton said. "I mean, usually when you do your little stunts you never leave any evidence."
"Yeah, well, guess I just got sloppy," Emma mumbled.
There was a knock at their door, and Quincy opened up and walked into the room.
"Hey, Quincy," Ashton smiled. "What's up?"
"Oh, you know, just thought I'd stop by and say hey," Quincy said. "Pottery club got out a little early, so I had some time on my hands."
"Pottery club," Emma scoffed. "Seriously, it's like you're asking to get beat up by being in that club!"
"Don't listen to her," Ashton told him, rolling her eyes. "Hey, I'm gonna go take a quick shower, and then do you want to go meet Clarissa with me? T-Bo has a bunch of new smoothies that we wanted to try."
"Um, sure," Quincy nodded.
"Cool, just give me a few minutes," Ashton said. She headed out of the room, leaving just Emma and Quincy.
"So, um, new smoothie flavors…sounds like fun," Quincy said.
"Well, I'm not allowed to leave the house this weekend, so looks like I'll be missing out," Emma said.
"Your parents grounded you?" Quincy said.
"No, genius, I'm choosing to live as a hermit for the next two days," Emma said.
"And I'm gonna guess that was sarcasm," Quincy said, sitting down at Emma's desk. He opened his bag and pulled out a clay box. "Here, I made this in pottery club. I have about fifty of them already, so I thought maybe you could use it to store your brass knuckles or whatever other weird things you have in here."
"I could use a place to store my Fat Cake box tops," Emma said, taking the box. "Only fifty more and I can get a Fat Cake hoodie."
"Why'd you take the blame today?" Quincy asked suddenly.
Emma frowned as she set the box down on her bedside table. "What do you mean?"
"Come on, I was the one who spilled that coffee," Quincy said. "I should've been the one who got detention for a month. You probably could've gotten off with just a week."
"Yeah, well, let's face it," Emma said. "You wouldn't last in detention. Those kids would eat you alive, and then who am I supposed to take my aggression out on?"
"But still, you-"
"Dude, it's just detention," Emma said. "I'm used to it."
"You didn't just get detention, though," Quincy said. "Clarissa was telling me you can't compete in the next track meet, and that if you do one more thing, you're suspended."
"Oh, I'll be running in that track meet," Emma said. "You know I'm the only chance our team has of beating Roosevelt High at that meet. Trust me, coach will find a way for Thompson to let me run."
"But still, do you really think you can last the rest of the semester without getting in trouble?" Quincy asked.
"I just can't get caught," Emma grinned.
"Well…thanks, I guess," Quincy said. "That was really something, what you did today."
"Well, we couldn't have you getting kicked out of your little pottery club, could we?" Emma said, though she showed him a small smile.
"Alright, you ready to go, Quincy?" Ashton asked. "Oh, and Emma? Mom and Dad want to talk to you downstairs. And dad has his lecture face on, just FYI."
"Oh, this sounds like fun," Emma sighed.
"Good luck," Ashton said. "I'll try and bring you back a smoothie."
"Thanks," Emma mumbled.
"Um, well, bye," Quincy said as he stood up.
"See ya," Emma said.
Quincy gave her a small smile and then followed Ashton out of the room.
Emma sat up and slid off her bed. She was about to head downstairs, but then she caught sight of the box Quincy had given to her. She picked it up and took the lid off it. On the inside of the lid, there was a small engraving on it that read: Thanks. She smiled and then set the box down before setting off to endure what was sure to be a particularly long lecture from her father.
