Chapter Twenty-one
Their bitter hands and boney fingers touched my skin, pulling me down the hall and into the office which had a glass front; so anyone could come down the hall and see me in the blue chair in the tiny corner. The girl instructed me to sit and I followed her directions to a t, (I’ve never been one to get in trouble). And there sat Taylor, looking scuffed up with her hair all frizzy and her lip bleeding; how I managed to pull that one off, no one knows.
I glanced in her direction, catching onto the fury in her eyes; but I just smiled her way, causally pointing at my lip, acting like someone would if you had food stuck to your mouth.
Eventually I turned in my seat, glancing out the window and catching a glimpse of my reflection; maybe Tanner shouldn’t have rinsed the rest of the liquid off that cloth.
I play with my hair, tossing it behind my back and pulling it up into a mess of a bun, smirking as my reflection gets a bit better each tug and pull. But that’s when I see her. Holly, standing by the columns next to Andrew.
Sure I’d expect Andrew to venture down here once my parents had been called (which thankful to my ears I know that the security had already did so), figuring that they went straight to Holly and him; still thinking that we were friends. Yeah, hadn’t really told them the story of The Autumn Lake Showdown just yet.
I blink my eyes rapidly, expecting their figures to just blend away, but they don’t. It’s just them two, mumbling words to each other and staring into the wide open windows of the office.
I look away, figuring that I didn’t want them to know I saw them, and I anticipate my turn in the office. Some way or another, I had missed when Taylor slouched her way out of the seat and into the big black doors of his office.
I pulled nervously at my black hem on my shirt, desperately reluctant to even go in there, but once Taylor weaseled her way back into the chair next to me, I had no other choice. I collected myself, straining my sight just to be aware of what to see and then frowned at Mr. Fredrickson, who was pointing a finger at me, and flicking it back to him; signaling me to get up and get over there and to do so fast.
I shot him a spiteful look, knowing he was the one ordering me out of the classroom where Tanner was, and I head into the doorframe; past where he was standing and sat down in one of the closest chairs to him, time to do some damage.
“Okay Ms. Manson, tell us what happened between you and Taylor today.” He said, collapsing into his big tan chair by his desk.
“Hum, Oh!” I say, “That little fight back there…in the cafeteria?” it turned out to be more sarcastic than I planned.
One point, maybe two; needs to see his reaction.
He looks at me sternly, glaring down at his paper and flicking his eyes back to my bright face that I figure I’d put on; dramatic affects always help.
“Right, your ‘little’ fight.” He says, raising his eye brows and his fingers when he says little.
“Ah, what about it?” I say tapping my chin with my pick nail polished nail.
“Why did it happen?” He encountered, attempting not to get angry.
“Oh.” I nod my head like I didn’t understand but now I did.
“Right, well she was saying some things to Ivy and I.” I say, gesturing my hands so they alimentally landed in my lap.
“Elaborate on that.” He picked up his pen, holding it so it was stuck on the paper; ready to write down my thoughts and concerns.
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