The Words I Never Said [editing]

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Jonas and Danielle make their way to Mrs. Blaire's science class. They arrive late and get a 20 minute lecture about it. Neither of them explain to the teacher what happened in the hallway or the bathroom.

Danielle sits in her usual spot in the back, and Jonas sits in the empty seat next to her. Throughout the class period, they receive many types of looks. Worried ones. Angry ones. Jealous ones. And even happy ones. Danielle notices this, realizing people were happy she got punched. They were happy she was in pain.

At the end of class, Mrs. Blaire calls the two teens to her desk.

"I didn't get to ask you why you were late this morning? Do you care to explain?" she asks.

Danielle takes out her sticky notes. She didn't want to have to do this, but she writes down an "explanation" and hands it to the teacher.

"I am very sorry we were late Mrs. Blaire. I noticed that Mr. Parker was having trouble locating his locker so I showed him. Then he couldn't find your class room, so I had to show him here too," Mrs. Blaire reads.

She thinks for a second then replies, "I know you're not the one to lie Danielle, so I'm not going to give you two detention."

Danielle and Jonas both sigh in relief.

"Thank you Mrs. Blaire. It won't happen again, we promise," Jonas says, and Danielle nods her head in agreement.

"Then hurry to your next class, before you break that promise," she says.

"Yes ma'am," Jonas replies.

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"Hey Danielle!" Jonas yells and waves to get her attention.

Danielle was sitting on one of the benches in the lobby reading a book. She smiles when Jonas makes his way over to her.

"Ready to go?" he asks. She nods her head and begins to stand up. "Is someone picking you up?"

Danielle shakes her head and takes out her almost empty stack of sticky notes.

My mother has to take my sister to dance practice today, so no, no one is picking me up, she writes. Danielle takes out another note, writing a message down. Why? Is someone giving me a ride?

Jonas smirks, "Why yes. And it happens to be me."

Danielle giggles, writing another note.

Let's go, it says.

Jonas leads her to his automobile--a black and shiny silver metal Harley Davidson motorcycle. A helmet is resting on the seat.

"Do you like her?" Jonas says, "My uncle calls her Kristin. He bought her a few years ago. He had to go to work today, and I needed a ride, so he let me borrow it this morning.

Now, put this on," Jonas says tossing her the only helmet.

She catches it then passes it back.

"Put it on, Dani." He tosses it back, but she shakes her head, no, and passes it back. "Dani, I swear to God if you don't put this on, I'm going to come over there and put this fucking safety device on your pretty little head. Put. It. On."

Jonas's tone got demanding, Danielle notices. She puts it on and lifts the visor up. She lifts one eyebrow and crosses her arms, as if to say, "now what".

"Get on the bike," Jonas says, his voice nice again. He sits down in front with Danielle behind him. "Hold on tight." Jonas smirks. She wraps her arms around his waist and stays as close as possible to Jonas. If only she could admit that she, Danielle McAdams, was scared.

But she didn't want to admit that to her new friend.

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