𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓, 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧

two.

      PEYTON entered the classroom with interrogation as she noticed Josie and PJ's names were on everyone's lips. She came to sit in her chair and took her things out of her bag when she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Hazel who was sitting in the row behind her. She was leaning forward in her chair to speak to the Holloway girl.

       "Hi, Peyton." the dark-haired girl smiled.

       "Hi, Hazel." she greeted.

       Before another word could be told, PJ and Josie came into the classroom and everyone stared at them. Peyton still didn't know what they did but they were the center of attention.

       "Holy shit. Are you guys okay?" Hazel asked them.

        PJ looked at her with imcomprehension. "What? Yeah, why wouldn't we be okay?"

        "All right, kiddos, welcome back to class." the teacher interrupted them. "Check it out. Today I got this special lesson for all of you."

       PJ and Josie took their things out of their bags and a girl leaned forward to talk to them. "Josie, so, how'd you do it?"

       "Do what?" she replied and at that exact moment, Jeff entered the classroom with difficulty standing on his crutches. He gave a dirty look to Josie as he went to sit down.

        "No, literally, how did it go? Did he fight back?" the same girl insisted. "Did you broke a bone?"

        Hazel leaned forward to tap on Josie's shoulder. "If you need a shoulder or anything, just let me know."

       "You had a fight with Jeff?" Peyton asked her friends with surprise.

       "They ran him over! No, but honestly how did you do it? I heard—"

        Hazel interrupted her. "Oh my God, Annie, they went to Juvie! That's how, okay?"

        A voice started calling Josie and the girls all turned to look at the back of the class. Jeff showed them a glass bottle he was holding. "This, is you." he said to Josie before smashing the bottle against the table.

       "Jesus, Jeff, what the fuck!" the teacher exclaimed. "Hey, you couldn't make that analogy with your fists?"

       The three ringtones announcing that the principal was going to speak rang out, silencing the class. "Hello, this is Principal Meyers with an important Huntington update. So listen to this girl." the voice changed and a girl started to speak. "So last night, outside the fair, a Huntington player followed me home, pinned me against his car and punched me in the face. And now my face is totally fucked."

       Everyone shared concerned and worried looks before the principal started to speak again. "We haven't faced the violence on Hunthington for 20 years. They think they can get in our heads by picking on our weak and defenseless. Well, we can't let them break our spirit, folks. Keep your heads in the game."

       Sylvie stood up abruptly and yelled. "They're gonna pork us! We're fucked!"

       The teacher asked for silence. "Calm down, calm down for a little bit."

       The bell rang and everyone grabbed their stuff to go out. As Peyton stood up, Hazel tripped and fell on her. The blonde bumped against the table while Hazel immediately straightened up, clutching her book to her chest.

        "Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

        Peyton shook her head. "It's fine, don't apologize."