Discovering Spencer

20. We meet again

A strange fear pervaded me as I found myself lost in my predicament. I was going to lose Logan. The idea of losing him brought tears to my eyes. The mere thought of not having him in my life enveloped some sort of fear in me. Despite everything that has happened in our short time together, everything he put me through, I still wanted him or at least my heart wanted him.  

“Logan was the one who spilled the beans.”

Lulu’s voice echoed back to me. I buried my face in my hands as I felt myself sinking deeper into the bench. I felt so small, so insignificantly small. She said he told her everything. I didn’t know if I was angrier at the fact that he lied about us having sex or the fact that he was still talking to her after I expressed how much I didn’t like Lulu.

He had to have lied to her to protect his ego which made me question his character. He claimed he liked me but he hurts me so he could feel like a big man. I was ashamed of his behavior and his complete egoism. He lacked sensibility and took this to happen for me to see his true colors.

I sucked in a breath. I didn’t want to think about this, right now, all I wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed and forget this day ever happened but I had a situation that was waiting for me, one I didn’t want to deal with. I got up and walked inside Mr. Kemper’s office. The first thing I noticed was the big Everyone has the right to education poster on the wall above his desk and the second thing was the smell. It smelled like old books and something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

He was sitting comfortably behind his desk, his pale blue eyes watching me.

“Have a seat.” He pointed to the guest chair that was in front of his desk.

I walked shakily over to the chair and sat still and nervous. Mr. Kemper’s face was impassive so I didn’t know what to expect. Quinn told me not to worry but his silence made me want to run for my life. Mr. Kemper was one of those people who over used their powers to scare students off and it always works.

He leaned back on his chair, arms crossed. “I’m going to skip the small chit-chat and get right into it.” He said in an even tone. “I don’t blame you for what happened today.”

I took a long huge sigh of relief.

“I’m aware of what’s written about you on the bathroom walls and I have the janitor cleaning that up as we speak.”

I took another huge sigh of relief.

“Ms. Bennett,” Mr. Kemper said and I swallowed nervously. There was something in his tone that told me that I wasn’t going to like what he was about to say. “You’re a good student, one of our top students here at Wilson. I’ve never had any complaints from any teachers concerning you and I would like for it to stay that way but I’m worried that__” he paused uncrossing his arms resting them on the desk. “Because you’re hanging with the wrong people things will change for you.”

There it was, exactly what I didn’t want to hear, but he said it. If I responded it would give him a window to start a speech and I was in the mood for that either, I had parents who did that on a regular basis. So I chose to stay quiet while fidgeting with my fingers.

“Quinn Stewart and Logan Whitlock aren’t the best people for you to be hanging with.” He said then added, “You need new friends, more optimal friends.”

I made a face at the end of his last sentence. Who the hell did Mr. Kemper think he was telling me that I needed better friends? He didn’t know much about them by the way he was talking. He may think he knew, like the rest of the faculty but all they ever did was assume. It was one of the few things I hated about this school. Mr. Kemper, our vice-principal knew better than this but here he was bashing the names of two of his students.