Name Blame, the Bonding Game

Avenue High

Oliver-

'Mr. Stone Please report to the main office, again." The voice calls over the intercom. The other Avenue's in the class laugh. I just stand and roll my eyes walking out the door not caring about my things, someone takes them, I'll get them back eventually. I walk to the main office, a wide berth given to me by the remainder of the kids in the halls. As an Avenue there are definitely benefits, benefits that I intend to use. Like the bad boy rep that comes along, with my leather jacket, sunglasses, and biker helmet, which I refuse to leave anywhere. I stroll confidently into the office.\

"Mr. Stone," The secretary greets, "Mr. Halifax's office, second to last door on the left hallway, bare right at the turn." She says pointing down the hallway she wants me to take.

I begin to whistle as I walk to the office. I don't knock, just walk in. A man in an Armani suit, couldn't be more than fifty, years old. His white hair the only sign of age.

"Mr. Stone, please take a seat." He says gesturing to one of the seats in front of his desk.

"What is this some Stupid intervention?" I ask putting my helmet on the ground by my feet. Not three minutes later there's a soft knock at the door.

"Mr. Halifax." That voice, of the girl that can't seem to stay with her own clique.

"Come in Miss Keaton." Mr. Halifax says. She opens the door and then her eyes land on me. I'm tempted to give a sarcastic wave of greeting, but think better of it. She steps back.

"I didn't mean to intrude." She speaks softly and begins to close the door. I stand and stop the door with my hand, and foot.

"We've been ambushed." I mumble to myself.

"Come, both of you, sit." Mr. Halifax says. I take the chair I was sitting in and push it against the wall before sitting back down. "It's time to put this silly feud behind you, start the next generation without the feud."

"Sir," She interjects. "Why and when exactly did this feud begin?"

"You don't know?" I ask her.

"I just know that one of your boys shot my boyfriend freshman year." She says sending me a glare.

"Don't you find it strange that your family never told you why our groups are always at odds?"

"I never said I didn't." She answers suppressing a sigh. "Why did your parents tell you?"

"Why wouldn't they?" I ask her rolling my eyes, I'm already getting annoyed by the conversation, she can probably tell too. "I haven't given them any reason not to trust me enough to tell me."

"Are you saying my parents don't trust me?" She asks me getting worked up.

"Are you still putting words in my mouth?"

"I can see why our parents and families hated each other so long. All you all seem to be are arrogant jerks."

"And you all are just a bunch of social elite kiss my feet rich kids."

"ENOUGH!!" Mr. Halifax yells, "We brought you both here to try to resolve this issue, not put kindling to it."

"Mr. Stone, would you care to share why these families and social groups are at odds?"

"Our great, great grandparents my great great grandfather on my father's side it was my father's father's father's father, and your great great grandmother on your mother's mother's mother's side.

"Anyway, great great grandpa Christopher and your great great grandmother-" I look over to her for a name.

"Amelia." She supplies.