Thanks so much to those who reviewed, especially ColorfulMusic. I think you've reviewed for every chapter of this story. Hope you keep reading and here's Chapter 15 for you! :)

Chapter 15: Mr. Carnfield's office

"Stella! Stella, what's wrong?" Bloom asked her best friend.

The Winx were in the girls' locker room after Stella's gym class - before Lunch. Stella had locked herself into a stall for some unknown reason and won't come out. The Winx were trying to get her to come out for lunch.

"Stella!" Layla shouted and kicked the door. "Come out! Come on."

"Stella, sweetie." Flora cooed. "What's wrong? Why don't you come out and tell us?"

"No."

The Winx could hear the sob in Stella's voice when she replied.

"Stella? Are you crying?" Tecna asked. "That's illogical. Gym doesn't make people cry. Well, not usually."

"Tecna, Stella's crying. This is not the time to talk logically." Musa said.

"Stella, come on." Bloom said.

"Stella!" Layla kicked the door again in frustration. "Come on! I'm hungry." Layla whined.

She slumped on the bench and scowled at the door.

"Stella!"

After sometime, the Winx finally heard the click of the door, signaling that Stella's about to open it.

"What happened?" Bloom gasped and her hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh, my." Flora rushed to hug Stella and brought her to the bench.

Stella's eyes were red and puffy with tears. Her normally tanned and smooth face was blotchy with little red spots here and there. She was also hiccuping from crying and swallowing air too fast.

"Aren't you being a bit dramatic?" Musa raised an eyebrow at Bloom.

"Sorry. It's just when Stella cried, it isn't usually like this." Bloom gestured to Stella.

"What happened, sweetie?"

"I..- *hic* He.. Am I fat?" Stella looked up at Flora.

"What? No, you're not fat." Flora rushed to comfort her. "You're beautiful just the way you are."

"Where did you get such an illogical thought?" Tecna asked. "You have a perfectly healthy body. It's not fat."

"So I *hic* am fat." Stella wailed.

"No you're not." Tecna said. "You're healthy."

"But not fat *hic*?"

"No!" Layla snapped. "For goodness sake, what's with the questions?"

"Jason said I'm fat."

"Oh, he's so gonna get it from me." Musa and Layla cracked their knuckles and necks.

"No he's not." Bloom shot both girls a warning note and they slumped down, disappointed to not have any action. "Why did he said that?"

"We were supposed to be playing dodgeball and I got hit by Jason." Stella paused to sniffed and Layla passed her a Kleenex. "H-he said that I was fat because I couldn't dodge the ball he threw."

"Right, that's it." Musa declared, standing up. "Nobody mess with my friends and get away with it."

She marched out the girls' locker room -with Layla on her heels - and into the boys' locker room where she knew Jason was sure to be, boasting about the episode with Stella to his friends. She was right. Not only Jason and his friends were there, the Specialists was too. Sky and Helia needed to physically prevent Brandon - who was getting angrier with every word coming out of Jason's mouth - from punching Jason. Jason's smirk was growing wider by the second. Musa and Layla stomped into the room and up to Jason.

"How dare you say that to Stella?" Musa snarled.

"What? That she is fat?" Jason laughed. "Well, she is fat. She can't even run from the balls."

Helia let go of Brandon and grabbed one of Musa's arm and pulled her back from Jason.

"Musa." he warned.

Musa ignored Helia and shook him off.

"Fuck you, Jason." Layla growled and punched him square in the face.

"Ow! What the bloody hell!" Jason held onto his face and stumbled backwards.

When he removed his hands, his nose was bleeding and had started to swell. Musa, Layla, Riven and Brandon smirked at the scene.

"Serves you right for messing with my friend. Next time, it'll be much worse." Musa threatened and she - after giving Jason a kick in the shin for good measure - and Layla turned on her heels, back into the girls' locker room.

"Musa, the headmaster would like a word with you." Mr. Handers told Musa at English. "Pack your things and go to the office."

The other students watched as Musa stood up and stuffed her books and papers into her bag and walked out the door, but not before she gave Tecna a shrug in reply to Tecna's questioning stare. Musa walked down the empty hallway to the office. When she walked up to the secretary, Miss. Donald, waved her into the headmaster's office. When she entered Mr. Carnfield's office, she found that Layla was already seated in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Ah, Musa." the headmaster had his hands crossed and his chin rest on top of his hands.

"Yes, sir?"

"Please take a seat." he gestured to the remaining chair in front of his desk.

Musa sank into the chairs that are three inches lower than normal and slightly - okay, incredibly - wobbly, especially when she moved around, trying to get comfortable.

"Well, Musa." he addressed her. "I heard that you and Layla got, ah, into a little... fight with Jason. Though Layla was more physically engaged in the fight an you were, too, if I'm not mistaken. "

"Serves him right." Musa snorted.

"He said Stella was fat!" Layla defended Musa and herself.

"Even if that's the case, that is not the right thing to do."

"Well, what do you want us to do? Sit back and do nothing?" Musa questioned.

"As a matter of fact, yes." the headmaster replied calmly.

"What! He said Stella was fat!" Layla exclaimed. "I can't just sit back and watch Stella cry. Of course, I did the right thing."

"Well, Musa, Layla, since you 'did the right thing', could you tell me what you two learned in History last week?"

"What? What did that have to do with her punching stupid Jason?" Musa leaned forward and nearly fell out of the chair. "Whoa!"

"It has to do with everything." Mr. Carnfield stood up and walked towards the front of his desk. "Now, can you give me an answer?"

"I dunno." Layla replied and Musa shrugged.

"Well," he sucked in a breath before letting it out slowly. "I'm afraid there's no choice for me but to move you to the Junior's class for a week."

"What! Why?"

He ignored them and continued.

"If you pass the test at the end of the week, I won't demerit you. But if you can't, well..."

"Wait, what happened to detentions?" Layla asked

The headmaster sighed.

"You've both been given enough detentions since you started here. But does it change you?"

"Well, no." Musa admitted sheepishly.

"There you go. Now here's your scheduled for this week. Good luck." he handed each girls a piece of paper with the subject, time, room and teacher on it.

Musa and Layla scowled at it but took it from the headmaster anyway. They stood up with some difficulty and collected their bags which they had thrown on the floor and started towards the door.

"Good luck. And hopefully you'll stay out of fights." the headmaster said and added under his breath, "Though I very much doubt it."

"Whatever. Today is only Monday." Musa muttered before slamming the door shut behind her and Layla.