"As I was saying Mr.Jones, she is targeting me." My index curling a strand of my hair as I calmly chew my gum loudly seemingly annoying a bobbed hair cut girl,
A man behind the desk and a sign that says "Principal" rolled his auburn eyes.
"No Mr.Jones, I didn't do it!" the bobbed girl beside me gritted her teeth her face red and puffs of smoke came out of her ears.
She continued,"Why would I, Naomi Bryson, put an ugly disgusting dead rat in her locker? Everyone knows how smelly and disgusting, eugh!"
Her face scrunched and she cringed, but I am very sure it was her doing but everyone knows she wouldn't DARE to touch a dead rat.
Maybe... Maybe... I gasped at the realization, that little bitch. She used a decoy!
"Maybe you! YOU!" She pointed at me and gasped. "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO PUT IT IN YOUR OWN LOCKER" and covered her mouth just as I was about to protest.
"What about the note? You wrote it didn't you? So you could blame me?" Her face horrified, I found myself dumbfounded.
"Now, now girls. Why won't we stop making assumptions."
The ginger average looking man waved his hands signing us to stop.
Thank Goodness, Mr.Jones you saved me. I relaxed and let him talk, he looked at me with his beady eyes and said,
"Miss Poff," I smiled.
"Yes,"
"As you know I have a meeting very soon, and you know that I'm a very busy person,"
What?
I raised my eyebrows at the same time cleared his throat.
"What I'm trying to say is, don't waste my time. I have a very important person coming in any moment."
What the flip?
My jaw dropped shocked at his words.
"What?"
The ugly hair girl beside me smiled victoriously, eyeing Mr.Jones every moves and I almost saw her lick her lips.
"Admit it Miss Poff, we all know Naomi wouldn't do that? She's too much of a clean freak."
"But sir-" he raised his hands to stop me.
"And whoever wrote the note, the letter 'N' is not an evidence that Naomi did it, it's too broad, there's too many names that starts with 'N' here but, you!"
"You accused Naomi here,"
Naomi?
Mr.Jones never calls anyone by their first name. As he's all "professional" and "workaholic" it got me curious how and why Naomi got the free pass, but I concluded I didn't want to know their relationship.
"That Miss Poff is an offence, we have no proper evidence that it was her doing."
"But there was no evidence that I did it too,"
He put his arms on the table interlocking his fingers,
"That is also true, I have a solution. We will go in further investigation, who knows? Someone could be targeting the both of you."
And you think He's smart.
I hummed and crossed my arms,
"You actually have a point,"
"So she won't get punished?" the dumb girl pouted and I cringed.
Is that a bad shade of purple tint? Ew.
"No, Naomi. No evidence no punishment. As I said, we will go on further investigation." He clarified.
"Now, go to your class. I will talk to you soon." He shooed us with his hands and I stood up and Naomi huffed and put her hands on her waist, Mr.Jones however took notice of her stubbornness.
"I'll talk to you later," he nodded and she finally complied.
As soon as we were out of the office, Naomi stomped her feet and turned to look at me straight in the eyes and said,
"Time will tell us the truth, and I know that you did it," and pointed a finger, with that she flipped her hair and strut on the other side of the hallway leaving me bewildered.
My heart aches for her eyebrows, that looks like too much an M and I think it might have franchised McDonald's.
I shook my head playing "Mad World" in my mind. Having a funeral for her eyebrows.
When without warning I bumped to the hardest chest or should I say 'wall' making me fall, I looked up and saw James with his wide green eyes,
"Oh God, are you okay?" He held out a hand and I happily took it.
"Seriously? Are you Superman? You have the hardest chest," hissed and put a hand on my head.
He chuckled and apologized,
"I'm starting to believe all you do is gym all day, don't you have anything
better to do?" I hooked an arm through his simultaneously walking arm-in-arm.
"Believe me I do," he smiled highlighting his deep dimples,
"And what is that?"
He looked at me deeply,
"You."
Swiftly pulled me further down the hallway,
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Behind The Scenes
Chick-LitA new school year has finally started in Rosemary High School. 18-year old Grace finds herself nominated to become the new Student Body President. As she fights (quite literally)her way to the top, her popularity has gone down due to a competitor Na...
