Spy Girl [On Hold]

Trouble With an Arrogant Jerk

I sat down on my usual seat. Our teacher just arrived when the speaker came to life. ''Julie De Cordova, Go to the principal's office now. Thank you.''

Everybody started whispering. I packed my things and stood up. All eyes landed on me. Before I step out of the room I stopped near the door and turned to them. ''What? Haven't you people seen a girl being called off to the principal's office before?'' With that I walk off.

I stand outside the principal's office, my hand on the door knob. I was contemplating on whether to go in. ''Come on already! What? Scared to go in?'' a voice behind me said. I'm not mistaken; I know who owns that voice.

I frowned. I come up with the most fake smile before turning around. ''Well, if it isn't shitface from this morning. Oh what happened to your nose? Someone knocked you off your fucking feet?'' I snarl. But instead of coming up with the usual witty remarks, Patrick smirked. I narrowed my eyes.

''Wouldn't you want to know?'' He says while smirking. Oh how I want to punch that smirk off his face. I turn around and knock on the door before opening it. I sit on one of the chairs in front of the principal's desk.

I saw Patrick come inside. I furrowed my eyebrows and he winked at me. ''What are you doing?'' I asked. But instead of speaking he just smiled innocently. Mr. Crane, our principal, finally came after a few minutes.

Remember when I said my Godfather owns this school? Yes, he does own it. Marcus Crane is a close family friend that helps my Godfather in running it. And of course, he knows about me.

He cleared his throat and said ''So you both must know why I called you heren'' I saw Patrick nod from the corner of my eye. I look at Mr. Crane. ''What are you talking about?'' I asked. He looks surprised by my question. He leans back on his chair. ''Well, I was hoping you could tell me Miss De Cordova. Seeing Mr. Banner's nose, you have a lot to telln'' he said tangling his hands together.

I furrow my eyebrows. ''What? Wait, are you implying that I did that to him?'' I asked incredulously while pointing at Patrick's nose. Oh great! Trouble with an arrogant jerk. ''Well, as Mr. Banner said, you punched him with no reason.''

My eyes widen. He's setting me up. Oh the petty bastard. If it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he gets. ''I didn't punch him. I've never even touched a single strand of his freaking hair!'' I tried reasoning. ''Look, Miss De Cordova, I don't really want to suspend you but I have to.'' He said while writing on a piece of paper.

''But you don't have proof!'' I said. He looked at me. ''His friends testified earlier and they all said that you punched him.'' I scowled at Patrick who was smirking at me. ''Of course they would say that! They're friends!'' Mr. Crane leaned back on his chair again. ''Well, do you have any proof that you didn't?''

''No, but-'' He cut me off. ''I'm really sorry but there's nothing we can do.'' He passed me a piece of paper. ''You may go.'' Patrick left first.

''Marcus, I really didn't do it.'' I said. ''I believe you but you don't have proof. And if I believe you without it they'd find it suspicious.''

I started to think. What proof is good enough to make them believe? Proof... Proof... I got it! ''I got it. I have my proof! Call all of his friends that testified.''

After waiting for several minutes, they all arrived including Patrick. ''Principal what's this about?'' He asked. ''Well, Miss De Cordova wanted to show me her proof that she didn't punch you.''

Patrick snickered. ''By what? Calling all of us here? How does that prove anything?'' he raised a brow, challenging me. I look at Mr. Crane, signaling if I can start m plan. He nodded.

''I just have a question for your friends, Patrick. That is, if you don't mind.'' I smiled arrogantly. His smile faded. ''Fine.'' he snapped. I turned to his friends. There were about six of them. Something’s off about them. I wonder what it is. Must be my imagination.

''I want you to answer at the same time, okay? If I really did punched Patrick, which hand did I use? Left or Right?'' They burst out laughing. I continued looking at them. Patrick and Mr. Crane were still confused by my question. ''So? What's your answer?'' They all looked at each other and answered. ''Left!'' said three of them while the other three said ''Right.''

Their eyes widen by their mistake. I smirk at Patrick while he cursed silently and glared at me. ''There's my proof, principal.'' I smiled. ''Well, this is a very interesting turn of events.'' Mr. Crane said. ''Wait! Half of my friends weren’t even watching us when she punched me. So how can that prove she didn't?'' he argued.

''Well, he does have a point.'' Mr. Crane said looking at me. I scowled at Patrick who was smiling innocently. ''When did I even punch you?'' I almost shouted out of annoyance. ''This morning, at the parking lot of the school.''

That's when I figured another way. I just hope this person says the truth. ''Then let's ask a friend of yours who didn't justify.'' I simply said. He furrowed his eyebrows. ''Who?'' I bit my lip, unsure of what I'm doing. I sighed. ''Who else? Non-other than Jacove Kingsley''

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