(Rivers view)

After the whole weekend thing. I leave for school. Everyone treated

me... normal. Like the other one. The teachers knew I still had three detentions to make up, and I swear I wanted to tell them, "Sorry, I just tried killing myself this weekend, oh, silly me!", but because I'm so nice, I kept my mouth shut.

I guess I'm supposed to sit in that room for three hours on Friday.

What am I supposed to do in there? I've never gotten a detention before.

Sayori sits next to me in third period Science. It's pretty much the only time I get to talk to her besides the club. I tell her how I have three detentions. For some reason, she says, "Oh, I can come with you!".

Before I can protest, Sayori stands up and says to the teacher, "Mr. Sayamin...um...you're an asshole!"

The whole class gasps and laughs.

I saw a flicker of anger and sudden confidence in Sayori, who then shouts, "Everyone in the class agrees!" and turns around saying, "Right guys?"

Four people stand up and woot, which provokes more people to stand up, leading to more wooting. One of them is Natsuki, who sits at the very back right corner, usually reading manga or something.

I stand up, because hey, I'm stupid and contagious. And I'm the one who yells "Pinkerton" out, leading to virtually everybody standing there shouting the word 'Pinkerton' over and over.

With me and Sayori leading this little rebellion of teen spirit, we all walk out of the classroom and yell "Pinkerton" over and over.

But I think Natsuki took it too far, when she kicked a trash can and it banged against a locker, which provoked more people.

Pause for a second. You probably want some context. You see, Bryan Sayamin is a teacher at Southlake High. He got caught two months ago watching porn on his laptop after a malfunction happened, causing the stuff to be shown in his entire class. Me and Sayori were there when it happened. But then when they reviewed

his history, they found files called , which led to a ton of dickpics and even creepier, a hacked camera in the girl's locker

room, which, unconvieniently, was recorded in 5th period. The exact same period that Sayori was in. It was also found in the

other pictures in the Pinkerton files that one of the pictures he downloaded and beat off to was Sayori. I wanted to kick that guy's ass for treating her like that.

I remember the day Sayori came to me so angry when the truth about the Pinkerton files came out. I've never seen her so angry

with anybody in my life.

I digress. The worst part, was that he wasn't fired. He was taken off a large chunk of his paycheck, but he taught still, because he didn't actually sexually harass a student.

Back to the story, Natsuki kicked a trash can.

All hell breaks loose.

Another classroom gets up and leaves to join the riot.

We're all shouting Pinkerton. For some reason, everyone looked to me and Sayori, the normal cutest couple, the ones who sit together always at lunch, the sunshiny, cute girl, and the loud maladroit

of a guy. They look to both of us to keep the fire on, to fuel this revolt.

Sorry, that's the poetry and antipsychotics talking.

Three more classes jump in as we walk from our building, the 600s, to the main building.

A good 300 students by now have now amassed. Everyone has started to become super rowdy. Kids are shouting, "Fuck Pinkerton!" as the couple at the face, that's us, walk into the

main building, towards the office.

About 50 to 100 more students have amassed to join.

It's so loud, the principal himself, Mr. Mangrift, a guy who looks like he belongs on death row more than he belongs in Orange County, walks out.

He shouts to the group of about 400 students, a third of the student population at Southlake, "What is going on here?", in a very loud, gruff, and angry tone of voice.

I tell him in a calm voice, almost smirking, "We're here for Pinkerton.", and everyone starts shouting.

He summoned Sayamin himself to the building. When he walks in, people boo and yell and shout, "Fuck Pinkerton!"

Sayori announces, "We demand you have him fired."

Natsuki springs up to the front, shouting, "Yeah!"

"He has done nothing wrong. We cannot fire him. Now return IMMEDIATELY TO YOUR CLASSE—"

That's when I snap on him, getting very close to his face.

"Nothing wrong? This fucking creep videotaped a high school locker room with minor girls in there. Very few were over 18, and even if they were, they didn't consent. My fucking girlfriend was one of those people. You say he did nothing wrong, bullshit!"

And Sayori chimed in, "You know, voyeurism, especially with minors, is illegal in the state of California and Orange County as well."

The principal plays the childish card, "How do you know?"

Sayori responds with undoubtedly the funniest joke ever made in a riot.

"I don't know, I just Googled this shit..."

And everybody starts bawling laughing. But the principal was not happy.

"You know what, I'm gonna call the police and have you two put away." he said in a dark, ominous tone.

Everybody was yelling and angry. When he pulled out his phone and called the police, me and Sayori both grabbed it and ran into the nearest bathroom. We locked ourselves in a bathroom stall and made the call.

"911, what's your emergency?" the SBPD dispatcher asked.

Sayori went first.

"Hi, we'd like to report a major incident in Southlake High School."

I explained to them everything.

At the last second, we heard on the door.

"Please, I admit everything! I covered up the Pinkerton files. It's just that Mr. Sayamin gives the school a bonus because his test scores are above average!"

"And..." Sayori called out, thinking that there was something else.

"Okay, he showed me a few of his pictures."

"Of who?" I asked.

He goes off the list. And one catches my ear.

Sayori Delarosa.

The dispatcher said, "Okay, we'll be there shortly."

I opened the door and said.

"Okay, now give me back my phone."

"Nope!" Sayori taunted as she backed off and scrolled down his

picture roll.

She saw a picture of herself changing. She just stood there in sadness and confusion.

Meanwhile, the principal got louder and louder. I was starting to go on edge.

Then he does something that sets me off.

He grabs her by the red ribbon around her neck and yells one more time, making her drop the phone.

He got pushed to the triggered real quick. He lifted his hand, presumably to smack her, and that's when my instincts kicked in. After what happened when I was 8, I promised myself I would never let anyone hurt anyone I love. Especially someone who just stood up for themselves and did something right.

I heard it in the background. Someone played that song by The Offspring. What was it called? Self Esteem? Wish I had some, but I don't. I love that song, and a lot of people know I like it. Me and Sayori are seen as the cute couple, but still, they know at least I'm depressed. I don't think Sayori is, or she wants to know that I am. She thinks it was the heroin. I wanna keep it that way for her sake.

At least once a week I played this song, or a Nirvana song, or a

Radiohead song.

That song explains my feelings. How I used to have it in life.

That riff charged me. And it that split second, I jumped at him and punched him in the face. He stumbled back, so then I punched him again, and he fell against the wall. Sayori jumped in and banged his head against the mirror.

You can add smart and violent to the list of things I like about Sayori. Hey, you can't really top a girl who can give a good geniune passionate ass-whooping (not like that, this is not Natsuki's boyfriend's poem).

Three more people jump in to fight this guy, but I'm still the main one. I grab him by the neck and smash his face against the sink, screaming "Bleed, bitch, bleed!", and in a remarkable force of true teen spirit, everyone yells that phrase for about fifteen seconds, where Sayori, Natsuki, and I set him, barely breathing, muttering random convoluted phrases, on his principals chair.

In crayons, which I had in my backpack, I drew the words 'Fuck Pinkerton' on the wall and drew some rainbows next to the words. I then drew a picture that was probably the biggest symbol used to express at this school.

I drew a man hanging from a California flag.

Under the banner by the hanging man I wrote: "A New California".

I also took his PA and put his paperweight on the on button. Then I took the recording someone took of the principal admitting and put

it in for everyone to hear. We then all walked to the front of the school and waited for the cops to come.

We kept Sayamin locked in the closet so he couldn't escape.

It was so funny, like a movie. Everyone stood in front of the stairs, with me and Sayori the only two on the stairs. I felt like we were being put on the spot, but she grabbed my hands and kissed me.

We both kissed each other as everyone cheered. Then the cops pulled up and we showed them around.

We showed them the proof, and they found Sayamin and the principal. Probably the greatest act of teen spirit in Orange County and maybe even California ended with two crooked educators being moved into police cruisers.

The officers waved to all of us, and said, "Return to your classes, and have a great day!"

And for the first time, everyone was happy to comply. But then the lunch bell rang so everyone walked in to get their lunch.

Except us.

There's a rule that says seniors can leave and get their lunch somewhere else outside during the lunch hour.

Me and Sayori left hand in hand.

"Hey, wanna go to the Wendy's?" she asks.

"Sure..." I respond timidly, "I forgot to bring money though."

"It's cool, I got you..." she says, "and, you know, the bathrooms are relatively clean..."

"So?" I wonder awkwardly

"Um... you know, we could always go there and you know, sneak in a quick one if you're down..."

I sit there for a second blankly, then coo like a pigeon.

She's been really horny recently.

I don't know why.

I'm not sure you want the rundown of Burger King.

But, I need to fill up story space.

So, we go.

And we immediately sneak into the 'restroom', no gender, when nobody's looking.

It's a single restroom. We found a little 'Out of Order' door sign and set that on the handle.

I playfully shoved her a bit, and she takes off her skirt, and my pants. She pushes me on the toilet.

"I can tell you're getting horny." she playfully teases me. She has her white shirt with the chest pocket, and soon that's off too. Soon enough, we're both naked. She gets down on her knees and starts blowing me off.

I try not to cum. She can somehow tell.

"Oh zam, I knew you were horny, but I didn't know you were that horny." Sayori says, surprised.

"Shit, looking at you, I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy." I tell her.

I stand up and push her on the space between the back of the toilet seat. To where she's in a sitting position, but I'm standing, and we're both the same as standing.

I find that sweet spot, and when I do, it's just like surfing. Pumping in and out, chasing that pocket.

I get lost in the clouds.

Oh man, she's moaning like crazy right now.

"Uh...fuck me harder... please!" she moans.

I go faster. And faster.

But I got tired. And she knew too.

Because she sat me down on the toilet and started riding me. She's

moaning and now I am too. I'm so damn amazed how this beautiful goddess of a person actually likes me, and actually stays with me. She's so damn hot. Just her face, her smile, the shape of her. Nah, screw that, Ed Sheeran has nothing on her.

I mutter out, "You're so damn thick..."

She doesn't seem offended.

I think she actually found that funny. She's moaning so loud.

You know, Buddhists spend their lives trying to achieve nirvana. The release from all pain.

And I just found it.

She caresses me and kisses my neck as she goes.

"Rivers, I think I'm gonna blow out again."

I pull out and we just sit there for a moment.

Let things cool down. I shot up in the toilet just in time. I was about to get my clothes.

But she got back on and we went some more.

She literally is wearing nothing but her red bow and her white stockings. She just never got around to taking them off.

I love her red bow. It makes her look so innocent. Especially now, it's just like, she looks so innocent, but just, common sense. Especially right now.

Her coral pink hair hasn't moved at all.

She's moaning really loud.

"Rivers, fuck me, fuck me harder, please...please!"

And I oblige. Thrusting her so hard, she screeches and moans at the very same time.

"Rivers, I just came!" she shouted, "But, like, I don't wanna stop."

We go for maybe another five minutes before I pulled out and put on my clothes. I just can't stop admiring the beauty of her. She put her clothes on.

"Let's grab some grub to go, we're gonna be late!" she says.

I hope Kurt Cobain won't mind.

Because I just found nirvana.

Look, I'm sorry for the cringy joke.