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5. A Bonding Exercise

Chapter Five - A Bonding Exercise

I noticed Rebecca's piqued curiosity when Matt's name was called over the intercom, then her smile when Rebekah was announced, then her frown when she realized it was me, not her. I had no idea a person was capable of so many expressions in a span of three seconds.

"I repeat. Matthew Williams and Rebekah Andrews, please report to the principal's office immediately."

I groaned, already dreading it. "No!"

Rebecca's face fell. She had been expecting them to say Morgan the second time.

"Her?" she snapped at June like it was her fault, then fixed me with a pissed stare. "What did you do? Why are they calling you with—oh...never mind! It must've been a mistake. They obviously meant me."

She'd totally convinced herself. All her anger vanished as she swung her backpack to her front and fished out a compact mirror. She flipped it open, took a quick look, stretched her lips back creepily to check her teeth and then shoved it back inside her backpack.

"Kill me now," I said under my breath, exchanging a look with Meera who was still busy throwing daggers at Rebecca.

"See you in class," I said to her, spun around and started marching towards the principal's office.

Right outside the office, there was a little space where the assistant Miss Grace had her desk and computer and she was always typing something on it. If anyone wanted to see the principal, they had to go through her. When I walked up to her, she looked up and lifted her glasses which were resting on the bridge of her nose. "Rebekah Andrews?"

"That's me."

She pointed her thumb towards the door behind her but her brows pulled together at something behind me. I heard footsteps approaching.

"Yes?" she asked in a much politer tone than the former assistant used. She'd just rudely demand 'what now, kid?'

"Hi! This must have been a mistake. I'm Rebecca Morgan. I'm the one you want with Matt, trust me."

I almost rolled my eyes to the back of my head. "Oh yes. Please let her go instead of me."

Miss Grace looked between us for a moment, pursing her lips. "Sorry, girls. The call's for Rebekah Andrews. Miss Morgan, please get back to class."

"Come on," she huffed away, complaining, "how's that possible? You're just gonna end up calling me instead."

With a deep sigh, I pushed open the door and to my utmost annoyance, Matt had beat me there as he was settled in one of the two chairs, his back to me. He didn't even look up when I entered.

Principal Miller, who was in her mid-50s and usually a sweet lady, offered me a curt smile and pointed to the chair next to Matt. "Please sit down."

Right before I could pull the chair, Matt placed his foot on the wheels beneath it and haled it at least two feet away from his, all the while keeping his eyes fixed ahead.

Okay, Becks. Calm down. Punching him in front of the principal could get you expelled.

The principal lowered her glasses to the tip of her nose to eye us both. I finally sat down and once I did, I got a good look at Matt's face and a satisfied smile reached my lips. I wasn't the only one walking around the school looking like a Smurf. My enemy couldn't get away from the blue ink either.

"Nice makeover," I commented.

He snapped his eyes to me and that was my cue to focus on the principal. I caught her little amusement right before she cleared her throat and demanded our attention.