A/N: Brian: Hello internet… I don't know why I'm doing this but apparently if I do I will get some kind of reward… whatever. Anyway, last chapter I asked if you guys wanted that chapter to be a full on story and it was a mostly positive response so if I get a few more thumbs up I will post it after I've finished my other fic.

Jacob: Anyway, to the reviews!

Lupus Boulevard: Thank you for your opinion, it is much appreciated. If I do post it I should be able to keep posting for this, but Wands and Weirdos will end at some point… hopefully it's not to soon.

Person: Thank you for your opinion, and for the compliment.

Exotos135: Most of these one-shots will either be Starco or a drabble about their friendship, keep that in mind…

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This prompt was suggested by Starcoshipper13 and if he's reading, I hope he enjoys!

"Marco Diaz to the principles office, Marco Diaz to the principles office!" the loud speaker called, it's static echoed through the empty halls of Echo Creek academy. Everyone was in class enjoying their free period since Miss Skullnick had come down with the flu.

"Marco, did you do something wrong? Your hardly ever called to see Skeeves." Star queried, it was true. Marco's perfect record and above-average intelligence had gotten him pretty low on the radar of troublemakers.

Marco gave a questioning look to himself and stood up, "I'm sure it's fine…" he replied as he headed to the door of the classroom, dodging some stray balls of paper.

Star got up from her seat and caught up to him, "Well, I'll come with you! It's not like it was any better in class anyway." She cheered as they walked side by side. Once they reached Skeeves office, Star opened the door and they walked in.

"You wanted to see us?" Marco asked as he stepped inside the principles small, but cozy office.

Skeeves looked up from the novel he was reading and straightened his glasses, a serious look was glued over top of what was usually a dopey, but lovable face.

"Yes… But I'm afraid your friend is going to have to wait outside… I need to speak with you in private Mr. Diaz…" he stated, not looking away from Marcos position.

"Well alright then… Star, could yo-" when he turned to face Star, she was already gone. He shook his head in confusion and went to sit down in the chair in front of Skeeves desk.

"So why did you want to talk to me?" he asked, his hands falling on top of his legs as he sat down. Skeeves sighed and gave a sad but knowing look at Marco.

"Marco… Are you happy? Everything's okay at home?" he asked, leaving Marco even more confused.

"Of course…" he replied, moving his legs into a criss-cross position.

"And Star isn't to much of a hassle?"

"No… Star and I have been best friends for a while…"

"So nothing's wrong?" Skeeves asked placing his hands on his desk in the classic hand-over-another-because-I'm-powerful way.

"No… Why do you ask?"

"Because… We found this in one of our cooking rooms…"

Skeeves reached into an open drawer and pulled out a bloodied kitchen knife with a tag on the handle labeled 'Blood sample: Diaz'. Marco stared at the blade, a look of shock and fear enveloping his facial features.

"Marco… are you okay?" Skeeves asked for the second time, this time a little more concern in his tone, Marco closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists.

"If… if I tell you… can it stay between us? I don't want anyone to worry… I've changed since then…"

"I believe you, I just want you to tell me…"

Marco clenched his fists even harder and sacked in a sharp breath, "Well… Before Star came to live with us… I was kind of a loner… people didn't really take interest in anything I had to say, Ferguson and Alfonso were great and all… but they were usually off trying to get some girls to notice them so I didn't really have anyone…"

Skeeves nodded slowly, taking in every word and understanding them as best he could.

"I was also bullied a lot… people like Lars and Brittany usually saw me as a burden to have around… They kept calling me names… even going so far as to hurt me… Lars broke my wrist once, and Brittany smashed her purse against my knee hard enough to sprain it…" Marco sighed and unclenched his hands.

"Marco… Why didn't you tell anyone?" Skeeves asked, giving a sympathetic look at Marco.

"I didn't want anyone to worry… I was never comfortable with being the center of attention but what I had was just sad…" he replied, staring at the floor with his eyes shut, he uncrossed his legs and took a deep breath.

"I understand… continue…"

Marco sighed and continued to tell his sad tale, "Most days would be the same… a pop quiz here, a 'you're a total dork' there… But one day… during Cooking class I… I was approached by Brittany… and she gave me the knife, she said 'do us all a favor' and walked off… I stared at the knife… and I went into the bathroom… I locked myself in one of the cubicles and pulled back my sleeve… I brought t-the knife… up to my w-wrist and I-I…" Marcos eyes opened slowly, a tear streamed down his face and he looked at Skeeves.

"And I pulled away at the last moment… I dropped the knife and unlocked the cubicle but as I walked out, I slipped and the knife cut my leg. I guess I didn't wash the knife well enough…"

Skeeves gave a small and knowing smile, he put the knife away, walked over to Marcos left side and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "That's what I thought."

Marco opened Skeeves door and walked out of his office with a bright smile.

"So how'd it go!" Marco jumped in fright when Star appeared behind him.

"It went fine… you really gotta stop doing that…" he grabbed his hoodie and breathed slowly, trying to recover from the sudden scare.

"You know I won't! I'm like a magical Ninja!" she exclaimed, trying to imitate some karate poses Marco had shown her.

Marco gave a small chuckle and straightened his posture, "Come on, we better get home, it's almost time to leave anyway." Star smiled brightly and began to walk with him.

"So what did Skeeves want?" she asked, nibbling the end of her wand in curiosity.

Marco frowned a little and faced the ground, should I tell her? He looked over at Star and smiled again

"You know what… It's not important."

Star shrugged and they continued to walk home.

A/N:Jacob: And now that that's over, Make sure to leave a review if you enjoyed, and I will see you brochachoes… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! BYE BYE!