“Taryn, can I talk to you?” Daniel called from the hallway on the last day of our “break” from school.
“Sure, no problem, what’s up?” I asked
Daniel walked into my room and sat down on my bed. I threw myself down next to him, careful not to land on my stomach. I stared at him for a while, waiting for him to talk about what he seemed to feel the need to share. He looked down at his hands, playing with his thumbs for a couple seconds.
“Daniel?” I finally prodded, getting a bit sick of waiting for him to open his mouth, “What’s going on with you?”
“I didn’t get suspended from school for cheating on a test,” he finally blurted out.
“What? I’m confused,” I said, “Did you just want a break from school or something?”
“No,” Daniel answered.
“Then you really were suspended?”
“Yes,” he replied.
I stared at him, “Well you’re talkative.”
He shook his head for a moment, glanced up at me for a brief second and then looked back down at his hands, “You’re going to be mad at me,” he whispered.
“Daniel, how can I be mad at you? You’ve been so helpful with me and the baby and you’re my best friend and I’m sure that anything you did to deserve getting suspended you thought it was the right thing to do.”
“How do you figure that?” Daniel asked.
“You’re a good person, Daniel James. You could never do anything that would make me angry.”
“I got you suspended too.”
“What?” I asked, suddenly confused. How is it that Daniel could get both of us suspended from school when I had been at home, sick in bed? It just didn’t make any sense. “What are you talking about?” I questioned.
“I got suspended for getting in a fight with Jake.”
“WHAT?”
“I beat him up in the hallway at school,” Daniel replied.
“What? Why? Why would you do that? How could you do that?”
“He deserved it,” Daniel replied, defending himself.
“What did he do to deserve it?” I questioned, angry now.
“He was talking shit about you,” came the reply.
“Shit?”
“He called you a whore and a slut and said that ally a guy had to do to get you into bed was to get you drunk. He said you were asking for what he did to you. And I knew he was lying. You can get mad at me for punching him and lying to you, but I didn’t want to tell you.”
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