Stay Courageous

Chapter 14

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Stella's POV

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Ms. Nancy drove me to school Monday morning, which I usually don't like because she always takes her time and makes me late, but that day I was glad because I certainly didn't need to hear anymore about California, especially considering what an awful school day I was about to have. It all started when stupid Ian Crenshaw was there to greet me when I first walked in the school.

"Hey, baby cakes," he drawled out his 'hey' I guess trying to appear sexy but it really wasn't working for him. I usually never talk back to Ian but really, I was just kind of done with his crap.

"Not in the mood, Ian," I shoved past him and bee lined to my locker.

"Whoa bitch, goth chick gotcha down again?" He snickered at his own rude joke.

"SHE"S NOT GOTH! She wears more colors than you do, Big Red!" The dude really was fond of cloths that clashed with his hair.

"Fine then. But you know, when hoes are bad they have to-" I didn't hear the end of his sentence. I was already too far down the hallway.

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Zoe's POV

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Stella was fuming in Biology this morning. Who knows. All I know is what Madison and Mr. Parkins said to me when I walked into school this morning. Good Lord, she actually did tell her dad on me.

"Zoe!" I heard her nasal voice call to me from the back of the lobby. When I walked in I'd been looking at my shoes, otherwise I probably would have noticed her huge dad standing among the students. He had to be at least seven feet tall and five feet around.

"Yeah?" I said slowly. Madison didn't usually just talk to me by choice.

"Miss Zigler?" The man who I later learned was her dad asked me in his booming baritone voice.

"Yes, sir," said respectfully, a little anxious that a big, scary man knew my name and was here at my school with Madison of all people.

"You and I have an appointment with the principal this morning," he said. "You too, Madison."

"I'm sorry, sir, you must be mistaken because I have classes all morning so I have to go and-"

"Not during class time, right now!" Madison squealed before going ahead and marching to Dr. Martin's office.

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"So, I hear you have an athletic complaint to file, Mr. Parkins?" Dr. Martin addressed Madison's father as he shuffled some papers on his desk. He didn't seem too overly concerned, which was a good sign, for me at least.

"Yes," answered Mr.. Parkins. "You see, Dave, my daughter and I feel that Sandhills High School has a certain image we need to uphold when we present ourselves in front of other schools."

"And what, Bob, is this 'image' you mention?" Dr. Martin countered. This whole meeting was going better than I could have ever imagined!

"In general, the students here have respect for themselves and for others conveyed in the modest and classy way most of them dress," I glanced at Madison's very form fitting, pastel pink sweater dress she had on as he said this. Yeah, classy, I thought. "Would we not want to model these values that the majority of our student body seems to possess when the school participates in competitions at athletic events?" I could already see where this was going. Great, now the adults were out to get me too.