THAT GIRL.

Seven.

THE THIRD DAY AFTERNOON.

So here I was, and had been all day long, in the principal's office, knowing that if I had been a girl, I definitely could have charmed the guy. It was obvious he checked out the senior girls, and I had honestly considered becoming a girl in the past like six hours I had been in his room. Right now he was off somewhere in the building attending to a fight that had broken out.

Staring at the clock had become boring, and I'm pretty sure the office ladies had completely forgotten about me in here, so I decided to do some snoooping. Mr Riter (the principal) already had my file out on his desk, and I had watched which cabinet he had gotten it out of. There was a lock, but he, being the super smart guy he was, had left it on his desk.

I unlocked the drawer and didn't realize whose name I was going for, until I reached it.

Samantha Walters

Age: 17 (born October 27, 1994)

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 168pds.

Current Classes: Photography 101, AP English, Business Math, AP Stats, Biology, Gym-Senior

Transfer Date: January 15, 2010 - from Messonic Dance School for the Gifted

Notes: Very quiet, must be due to getting herself emancipated, emancipation reason; physical and emotional abuse from; father, mother, and brother.

If my jaw hadn't already been open, it would've been now. Not only was I surprised that I had actually opened the files drawer, but also that I had opened Samantha's. I had no right to be doing this, but what I had found out, was definitely more interesting. Not only had she been legally emancipated, but she had done it because she was getting abused. I'd never heard of emotional abuse, but I made a note to look it up when I got home.

Hearing footsteps, I quickly, but quietly shoved her folder back in, closed the drawer, and locked it, then went back to sitting in the chair. I looked perfectly normal as Mr. Riter walked into the room.

"Well Jason, I think you'll be glad to know that there is another suspect who may have vandalized the locker, not you." He spoke with an air of suspicion like I had set someone up to take the blame for me.

"Awesome, so you're gonna let me go, and not let the cop arrest me for something I didn't do?" I questioned, on the verge of just walking out of the little room.

"Well, I can't just let you go, you're being suspended for two days while we sort this out, due to the fact that your name was on it. I'm sorry Jason, but we've never had something like this happen before, so this is how we're going to have to deal with it. You may leave as soon as the bell rings." He said all of this with complete calmness.

The anger boiled in my blood, about ten seconds after he finished talking the bell rang, and I stormed out of the office to my car. Not caring about people who were shouting out my name. The only thing that stopped me was that Samantha's car had been parked in front of mine, with that same guy from this morning, behind the wheel, a huge grin appearing on his face when he saw me.

I went up to the car, and he rolled the passenger window down.

"Hey bud, what's up?" His voice echoed in the car.

"Did you screw up her locker?" I asked, I didn't even know why I just figured he was the only one who could have done it. Like the principal had said no one had ever done something like this before so it had to be someone who wasn't from our school.

"Oh bud, don't worry about it. You probably only got suspended for a few days, but hey that's more time for you to bang chicks, and get wasted...but uh one thing you might want to remember." The grin was still plastered on his face.

"What?" I knew how the venom in my voice sounded but I just couldn't help it. This guy was ridiculous.

"Samantha's mine, and I get very upset when people try to take away my things." With that a serious expression replaced the jolly one, and he rolled back up the window before I could give him a piece of my mind.

At that moment I decided she wasn't worth it anymore. I didn't mind a challenge, but this was crazy. I was not going to go through all this just so I could get a piece of ass I hadn't yet.

I walked away and got into my car, trying to wait patiently as Samantha got into the passenger side of the car. Before they drove off, the guy turned and looked at me with a huge grin on his face.

Then I looked at Samantha who was visibly shaking, and her eyes looked completely guilty. Which made no sense to me, she hadn't threatened me. The guy had, so why was she looking guilty?

And why was there this feeling in my gut that told me not to give up?