Oops, I Meant Cassie

Chapter 8

I couldn't believe it. What was going to happen to me? Oh no! The note! What could the principle do to me? The only time I met him was when I first came here and got registered. He shook my hand and said that he was glad to have me here. I don't know what to think of him.
"Wait here young lady." The woman told me and I sat down in the leather chair in front of the principle's office. I sat with my thoughts for a couple minutes as I heard mumbles from inside the room. How much trouble could I be in? Oh, I wish he would just open that door and get it over with. "Cassie James." He cracked open the door and called for me without showing his face. I walked inside and I could feel myself shaking. The pain in my stomach was unbelievable. "Are you Cassie?" The principle asked me. I could see a shiny polished name tag sitting on his desk that read Mr. Brands. He wore a tie and a black colored suit. He had plaques behind his desk covering the wall. I counted up to twenty three awards when he turned around and said "So what do you think you're in here for?" It wasn't in a very friendly tone. I stuttered on my words a little just enough to get out "I uhh think I-I" My teeth started chattering as they do when I get nervous. "Hmm....." He muttered to himself. "What's that note in your hand?" He pointed to the note. I totally forgot that I was holding the evil principle note. "Oh umm, its... for you?" He snatched up the note. "Hmm...." He mumbled under his breath again. "Well why were you uhhh? Skipping class without teacher notification?" He asked oddly. "I can explain!" I didn't want to be in trouble. "I just want you to know that I can let you off with a warning. If I see you down here again, I will be calling home." He had a stern tone in his voice. I nodded then asked, "Like, see me again today?" "No, again this week Miss James." "Alright. Thank you." I quickly left my chair. I grabbed the door handle and just before I left I mentioned, "I won't be back again!" He didn't even look up, so I left the room.

I ran up more stairs trying to figure out which class period I should be in. I ran out of the room in first period, but how long was I gone? Could it be second period or third? I couldn't make up my mind, so I went to my locker. I winced as I unhinged the lock. Nothing dog related came tumbling down on me, but a note did. It read "Dear Cassie, we asked the counseler if this could be your extra curricular for third period. She said that you would be dismissed to "clean the basement" on Mondays and Thursdays during your third period. Also, why were you in Mr. Brands's office? I don't know, but you can tell me tomorrow morning. Find me at locker 853. P.s Don't ask us how we knew your locker number. Smiley face, Dylan and the rest of the Bully Resort." I shoved the note away in my pocket just as the bell rang again. I tried to look at everybody and find someone who was in my classes. "Oh yea!" I muttered and ran to Dylan's locker. I waited until I saw him. "Cassie?" He looked at me as if he hadn't seen my face in years. "What?" I laughed. "What happened to you earlier? I didn't know that the bathroom had been moved to Mr. Brands office." He joked. "Well neither did I." I decided not to tell him about not being able to be seen in his office again. "So, what class is next?" I asked. "Mrs. Sanders for me, but I don't know about you." Dylan shut his locker and picked up his book bag. "No, I meant what class period is next?" He strung his bag on his shoulders and said, "How on earth do you not know what class is next?" He laughed. "I've had a hard day! I haven't been to a single class yet!" I defended myself. "Well aren't you a rebel." He said. "Well I gotta go. Bye." He gave me a quick hug and left. "Wha?" I mumbled in confusion. Why did he hug me? "Wait! You never told me what class was next!" I yelled, but never got the answer.

I assumed it was third period and headed down the steps. "Hello Cassie." Mrs. Lyle greeted me. Mrs. Lyle was a nice teacher, just not such a great one. All she did was play on her phone and give us class work. I felt my phone buzz in the pocket of my sweathirt. I'm glad I had it on vibrate because Stars Dance by Selena Gomez would've played really loud in the middle of class. The text message read, "He knows you're a dog." What the heck did that mean? I was really scared. I didn't want to text back, but I needed to know more. I texted, "Who is this?" They instantly replied, "I can ruin your reputation in a heartbeat. Do what I say." My thumbs were trembling at this point. Who was this and what did I have to do? I didn't text back because I didn't want to be apart of blackmail. I shoved my phone back into my sweatshirt and began my classwork.

It wasn't long before I got another text. I looked down at my phone and the new message read, "Tell Josh that you love him at lunch. I want to make the whole room quiet just so they can hear you tell him. What you aren't going to expect is his response." I was terrified! I didn't want to tell stupid Josh I love him. I couldn't do it, so I replied, "I don't love Josh, so I can't tell him a lie." The next mesage read, "I don't care, but you will. Eiher tell him at lunch or I will ruin you." I slid the phone back into my pocket for the last time. I picked up my pencil, trying to start up my work again. I wrote without thought. All I could think about were those weird messages. How could I tell Josh that I love him? I promise I don't! He's the one who started this big mess! Even if I did tell him, how could I do it in front of the whole eighth grade? The bell rang and third period came to a close. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I headed for the door. You know what? I'm just going to have to tell Josh I love him. Even if it's not true.