Chapter Eight

Uh oh...

Carly

I'm in the office, and not because of something Sam did. Valarie was twirling her hair, playing innocent. Franklin paces back and fourth and talks his mouth off with questions. "How did this happen? Why did you dump her lunch in her shirt (this time he points to my shirt, and I look down and notice a noodle sticking out of my bra)? Why did you threaten Valarie? and do you realize you're in trouble?"

Gibby answers the first question. "Valarie was mad because she was gonna get ripped off on a taco, and Carly was talking to Wendy, and they bumped into each other."

"It wasn't intentional." little miss perfect adds, and lies back in her seat.

"Valarie? The food." Franklin says, moving on.

"Oh. I guess in the heat of the moment, I did it."

"Oh please! Everyone knows you did it because she accidentally had her lunch on your shirt because you didn't see her and it would damage your perfect reputation." Sam says, and I grab her hand to clam her down.

"Samantha, enough. Now, Sam, the threat." he says moving on, again.

"Well anyone would of stood up for their best friend. Especially since she's a stupid cheerleader." Sam says and Valarie rolls her eyes.

"Samantha. I said enough." he says and then leans back in his chair, "Well, how did Carly get in a fight then?"

I get nervous. I don't wanna have them make me face a harsh punishment. But Valarie deserves it, not me. "I got mad and decided to take the punishment for Sam. I'm sorry."

Franklin sits up and looks at all of us. "Carly. This is your first infraction that wasn't Sam's fault. I''l let it go."

YES! Score! "Thank you so much I..."

"I'm not done. Valarie, I'll let you go too."

"Thank you princip..."

"But, you two have to clean up the lunchroom. And that'll be today ladies. Dismissed."

We all get up and go back to lunch. Valarie grabs my wrist, and turns me to her. "You listen Shay, and you listen good. If you ever, ever pull anything like that again, I will make your life worse then it was before I told Gibby that he should ask you out."

"Wait, did you just say that you, out of all people, helped my new boyfriend get the courage to ask me out?" I say, making her let go of my wrist.

"You're lucky I was nice enough to do it. I was only trying to make you happy and this is what I get for it?" I start to walk away again, but then she grabs my wrist tighter this time, "If you do anything that would damage me ever again, you're dead." she holds my wrist tighter, "Got it?"

It starts to hurt and I nod my head yes. She lets go and I look at her with a straight and serious look. "But only if you leave everyone else alone."

"No promises."

"I mean it bit... I mean Valarie." I say, not letting go of my look.

"No promises. None at all." she grabs my shirt, which is fulled with the noodles she dumped in, and pulls me closer, "But you better watch yourself Shay, or else."

She lets me go and leaves to one of her cheerleader friends, who give me a angry look. I walk over to my friends, and sit down with no lunch. "You okay?" Freddie asks me, being a good person.

"I'm fine." I lie, not wanting to repeat what Valarie said.

I sigh and put my head on the table. Gibby gives me a peck on the cheek, and I smile a little. Valarie was right, I was lucky. But next time that luck is completely out of question.