Jeff walks to his locker, Heather luckily hadn't messed with him, since that last incident, where he had gotten detention. - Jeff assumed it was because she was over the fact that he wasn't interested in her, and turned her down. And because she now had her sights on a new boy. Some exchange student, named Robert. - "Jeffrey, will I be seeing you at the Halloween dance, coming up at the end of the month, I've heard that there's alot of activities scheduled. It sounds like alot of fun, I might even show up." Mr's. Davis explains. As she walks up to Jeff's locker. Jeff turns around and politely replies, "No Ma'am, I don't have anyone to go with, no-one's asked me. But I have heard about it. It does sound like fun, for some people. I'm not a big Halloween person." Jeff replies. Mr's. Davis scoffs and pats Jeff's shoulder lightly. "You should go, it would be good to see you being social." - "I don't think so, like I said. I don't have a date." "Please, a cute, handsome boy, like you. I'm sure you'd have plenty of girls accept your offer to go. Have you even asked anyone?." She looks at Jeff sternly. "No, Ma'am. Not yet, I'm just too nervous." Jeff replies. - "Well, if your too shy, I can always ask for you." - Jeff smiles. "I think that would be too embarrassing, Ma'am. No offense." "Oh, please. I know a girl. I'll see what she says."

Jeff looks at the big Halloween banner, advertising for the party on the far wall behind Mr's. Davis. He places his hands up in front of himself. "Please, Mr's. Davis, don't ask anyone for me. Please." Jeff pleads softly. He didn't plan to go at all. He wasn't interested. He just wanted to spend that night at home, with Mark.

After spending a few more minutes, with Mr's. Davis. Jeff heads to the cafeteria. - It was the first Monday of October. Yesterday, Sunday, he had spent all day with Mark, helping him place the furniture back in his now dry-painted bedroom. The Maroon really looked good, Jeff was very pleased with it. And Mark had even made the comment, that he would maybe have to paint his room like it, aswell someday. That it looked quite relaxing.

Jeff grabs a tray, after getting his breakfast, cereal and a carton of milk. He looks around for a empty table. He takes a seat.

"Hey, look it's Jeffrey. How's it going bud." Chad grabs Jeff around his neck. - Jeff scoots over, away from him. "What do you want?, I don't want any trouble. It's been how long?, since we've had the fight. You beat me up good, you won. Leave me alone, like you have been doing, please." Jeff whispers, not wanting anything bad to happen. He knew Chad. - "I don't want to hurt you, or to cause you any trouble. Buddy. We're pals, aren't we?." Jeff tries not to scoff, "I don't think we are, anymore. Not since you beat me up, in a alley and left me there." Jeff replies bitterly. Chad grabs Jeff's shoulder hard. "Now that ain't nice, it was just a spat. All friends have those. We've been friends since, we were little. And your gonna just say it's the end, over with. All because I roughed you up a little bit." Chad leans into Jeff, whispers in his ear. "I thought you'd be okay with it, I mean you were used to that kind of thing, with your dad. And you did deserve it, you got us caught." - Jeff roughly hits Chad's arm away, and gets up from his chair. He stands up to Chad. "If you wanted to apologized and be my friend, you should have done that a day, later. Not now, it's been months since then. Why are you here, bothering me now. Did you run out of other kids to pick on?." Jeff seethes. Chad smiles "Your just real hormonal, today." - He leans into Jeff's ear again, whispering. "Did you start your period?, sissy." - Jeff grits his teeth, pulls back his fist, and hits Chad in the mouth. This time it was different. Jeff didn't have the other guys, around him. And he wasn't stuck in a alleyway. Jeff see's Chad go down on the ground. And before Jeff knew it, he was on-top of him, punching him, repeatably. Several other students had taken to hover around the two, chanting and cheering them on. Chad spits at Jeff, blood starts trickling down Jeff's face. Chad either had a busted lip or a broken tooth. Either way, the blood just made Jeff even madder. He hits Chad, three more times. Screaming "Ain't this fun, Chad. You like this. I bet you didn't' expect this." Jeff gets up, grabs the chair that he was sitting in. And lifts. Two teachers who had taken into walking into the cafeteria, the moment before. Who saw the commotion from acrossed the room, came up and after fighting through the crowd of kids. Quickly came to Chad's aid. The Math teacher, saw Jeff with the chair. And managed to get there, before Jeff caused any real harm to Chad with it. "Jeffrey!. You put that down now." - Jeff looks over, at his name being called. "He deserves this, he beat me up. He deserves this." - "Jeff you put that down now, listen to us. " - Just as Mr's. Davis comes into the room, she was standing beside another female teacher. Both were confused on what was going on. It wasn't until they asked a student. Did they get their answer. "Jeff just went crazy, tried to smash Chad with a chair." - "What, Jeff Hardy?." The boy nodded silently. Mr's. Davis couldn't believe that sweet boy would do something that violent. She placed her hand to her mouth in shock.

A few minutes later, Mr's. Davis saw Jeff being escorted to the principal's office. His head was bowed to the floor. And he looked to be shaking. "Why." was all anyone could ask. They didn't know what had happened between the two. Jeff would not have ever done anything like that, if it wasn't for Chad's assault on him, even if it was a long time ago. Chad pushed his buttons. Thought he could come back over to him and just do, or say what-ever he wanted. Well, Jeff might have been a beat up boy in that alleyway that day, but he was gonna be the one to be standing, this time. Jeff had thought they all were his friends, and they did that to him. Just because, he got them caught at a stupid movie theater. Some friends he had. Jeff might not have acted like it bothered him, but it did. And he still didn't quite get over it. It's just that it was easy to ignore. He hadn't seen any of them, since it happened. Not until today. He would always try to avoid going in the places, that he knew that they'd be at. They rarely went to all their classes. And the few that they did go too, Jeff had at a different time. As for passing by each other in the halls, Jeff never took the time to look around, he would just walk ahead, to where-ever he was going. Jeff just hoped that the other guys heard about this, to let them know, not to mess with him. Ever again. Because they weren't gonna be forgiven. The only good thing that came out of the day, out of his friends, or those that he thought were his friends, betraying him. Was that he meet Mark, and that was the only damn thing that was good.

"Jeffrey, I'm really surprised to hear you did this, but after seeing Chad's face. And all of the witness stating it was you that had done it to him. I'm sorry, but we are gonna have to suspend you, we'll have to discuss it over, to determine how long, and we'd like to make a meeting, with Mark, to speak to him about this but you will be suspended. Might even face, criminal charges. If you could just give me Mark's number. And then you can sit outside, and wait." Mr. Daniels replies. - Jeff stands up, his hands were shaking. And he could feel the tears. "I'm sorry, I just lost control. I really don't want to get in trouble." - "Well, I think that is a little too late now, for that." - Jeff nods. "Yes, I'm afraid, it is." He whispers. Before handing the principal Mark's number. And heading out into the hall. He noticed, Chad being helped to the nurse's office.

Jeff had to stop himself from thinking over and over in his head. - Did I do that, I couldn't have. Did I?. No way.

- About twenty minutes, later -

Mark makes his way, to the principal's office. He was concerned for Jeffrey. But when he saw Jeff sitting in the hall. All of his concern for him, went away. When he saw that Jeff didn't have a scratch on him. "What happened?." Mark asks, with his hands up in the air. - Jeff just looked up to Mark, not speaking a word. Not until Mark, looked at him more sternly. "I didn't mean to hurt him, like that. I just lost my temper. It was him, the one who had beat me up, that first day we meet. He came over to my table, messing with me. I just lost it. I am so sorry."

"Get up. Come on." Mark says, grabbing Jeff by the shoulder. Mark doesn't even knock before entering the office.

"Mr. Calaway. I am so sorry we had to call you, but it's very important for you to be here. We are quite surprised by Jeffrey's behavior, he's never had this kind of problem or been in this kind of trouble before, while here at this school. I must say, I'm very concerned."

Mark shakes Mr. Daniels hand. "It's alright, I'm quite concerned with his behavior today, aswell." He replies, looking over at Jeff.

Jeff looks down towards the carpet. Just then Chad and his parents come into the room. Chad's nose was still bleeding, and his mouth had dry blood on them. Jeff doesn't dare look at the boy's parents. I'm sure they were angry. But to Jeff and Mark's surprise. Neither of them really were, they told the principal, that they had been having trouble with Chad, for years. And that if Jeff did anything, it was because of Chad. Chad's dad, had even stated that Chad was on parole, for picking a fight, with a boy from their street. He had broke the boy's arm.

Jeff was lucky. After Chad's parent's confessed of their son's behavior problems, and even being on parole. The principal took Jeff's case a little less severally then he had previously planned too. He had just suspended him for a two weeks. And Chad's parent's weren't gonna press charges. Which Mark thanked them for numerous times, before leaving.

Even-though the school's punishment wasn't nearly as hard as Jeff or Mark thought. Jeff surely didn't get it easy with Mark. He made sure to have him do something that he would hate. He just had to think on it. Jeff was scared to say the least. This will be the first time that he's ever made Mark angry or to have to punish him, and though Jeff knew he'd never lay a hand to him. It still scared him, for what Mark could do. There was alot of land, maybe he would make me cut the grass, with a push lawnmower. Jeff thought. I sure hope not, I think I'd die.

TBC