Covington Prep

Shite...

Jack's POV

I gulped. That woman scares me. To make matters worse, she wanted to talk to us about what just

happened. What did just happen? Carson punched Josh for some reason and I guess Josh had had

enough, because he fought back. Somehow, Anders and I got involved and it was pretty nasty. It wasn't

much of a fight though; we beat them pretty easily... which brings us back to the present situation. 

Cal stepped forward. I shook my head, warning her not to get involved. She ignored me and her voice

was calm but urgent when she said, "Please, Principal Jones, it wasn't their fault." The principal studied

her and said, "Ms. Gather, you can come too since you seem so keen on explaining what happened.

Everyone else, go back to what you were doing." We followed her to the office building and she told us

to wait outside her office while she talked to Cal. Before Cal followed her in, she smiled reassuringly

at us but I saw a nervous look in her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked in. 

Thirty minutes later, the door opened. We all stood up and Cal walked past us, not looking at us.

Principal Jones looked at us for a minute and said, "Ms. Gather has told me what happened and

instead of being suspended, I have decided to give you detention tomorrow and the next Saturday. I

expect you here at 9:00 am sharp. I will be having a talk to Carson and his accomplices but for now,

good night boys... and stay out of trouble." She walked out and left us staring after her. We looked at

eachother and I knew we were all thinking the same thing: how in the heck did Cal manage to get us

out of being suspended? 

I was thinking about that when I saw Cal walking to Margaret's car. I sprinted to catch up to her. 

"Cal, hey CAL!! Wait up!" I finally caught up to her and when I got my breath, I asked, "How did you

manage that?" 

She looked at me, her head tilted and she took a deep breath. "I just told what really happened. It

wasn't yall's fault." I shook my head. "Coming from anyone else and she wouldn't have believed them.

You're her favorite, I swear." She laughed and I said, "Thank you, seriously. Without your persuasion

skills, or whatever that was, we would've been suspended." 

I hugged her and she squeezed tightly. "I will always be there to help." she said into my shirt. When she

let go, I stared a second too long at her: her multicolored eyes, her perfect lips, her soft hair... I looked

away. She smiled, almost sadly, and climbed into Margaret's car. They drove away and I mentally

kicked myself. I was so sure she wanted me to make a move. Does she even like me? There was one

way to find out, and I blew it. 

"Shite!! Jack, you idiot!"