That's How It Happened .

CHAPTER SEVEN.

"So what happened next?" Amy said.

"Oh well... " I smiled.

"Did u get suspended? Or parents call?" Aaron asked.

"Nope, luckily that didn't happen" I raised my brow.

"So what happened!?" Amy grabbed the pillow

"Okay, so it's a little weird but what happened next made a whole lot of difference in the story..." I continued.

"Is he okay?" Steve said.

"I think he is... Maybe" Sam tried.

"Seems like a concussion" Steve took a closer look

"Should I give him CPR!?" Skye proposed.

"OH WAIT, his eyes are opening" Steve said when I opened my eyes.

"Where am I ?" I said as I saw the floating head in front of my eyes.

As it turns out, I blacked out and fell unconscious on the ground.

"Was it a dream?" I said trying to lift myself up.

Steve looks at Sam and then at me," No..." he said. And I am sure it sounded like pity.

It was then that I realized that Sarah wasn't there. She didn't even come close to see if I was ok? Oh well, who am I kidding...

I got up on my feet and the pain of humiliation was almost physical. I could see myself getting shoved in the toilet and other stuff which I don't wanna get into.

"Are you ok?" Skye asked.

"Oh yeah I'm totally fine" the sarcasm came out as a reflex and maybe she sensed it.

"You have to go to the principal's office, Adam," Steve said. Reminding me that my life is now officially going to hell.

"Yeah.." I grabbed on to my bag strap.
"I will see you guys later(if I survive)"I started walking away from them along the way out of the caféteria.

This is going to be bad, really bad. The corridor seemed shorter all of a sudden and at the end was the office room.
It was an accurate example of the general theory of relativity.

I started walking and my heart was beating out of my chest. I could feel the blood leaving my auricle and entering my ventricle. I was sweating profusely.
And my legs were getting heavy.

In my mind, I was making up scenarios of everything that could happen next.

Would he call my parents?

Would I be stripped of the mathlete team?

Would I be the valedictorian?

Would they team up beat the shit out of me??

I clenched on the strap tighter.

Sweat beads started rolling down my forehead as I reached the door.

The office ,was written on the door in bold black letters.

I pulled it , at first it was stuck.
I tried again but nothing happened.
But then I remembered. Its a push not pull. That just always happens. Why do they have two types of movements for doors anyway...

"Excuse me, I .."

"Go and sit over there," said the middle-aged woman behind the desk without even looking up.

"O-okay" I entered the room. It smelled like paper and glue. And freshly printed papers.

There was a black couch in the opposite corner of the desk. I walked over to it and sat down. It squeaked.