Wanna Play A Game? {Completed}

Looking For You

Kimberly's P.O.V

I was currently glaring at a test that was in a desk in front of me. Yes, it's so official, I loathe history. It was so fudging boring to learn and know. Isn't it enough that I knew people died and wars happened? Obviously, as I looked at the test that was before me, I had full knowledge that just knowing that there was wars and death, was not enough.

As I started to realize no matter what I did, I was going to fail the test, I allowed my mind to wander.

I began to think about Brie and how she hadn't told me she was dating Colby. She only confessed when Colby let it slip last night as they laid next to each other on the floor. I knew, friend wise, I should be angry at her. But then that would make me a hypocrite.

It was then that I knew for a fact that I should tell Brie about Sheldon. Maybe, I can even convince her that he is not a bad guy, and he only acts all nerdish to impress his dad.

What if ... What if I got Sheldon to come over to Brie's house later today? If she sees him outside of school, and sees his real personality, maybe she will accept him.

I bit on my bottom lip, wait, why am I looking for her approval of my boyfriend? She is not my mother ... but then again, she is like a sister to me, and I love her like one.

With a silent nod to myself I knew I was going to hunt down Sheldon and make him come with me to Brie's house after school. Hopefully, though he will be free and Brie will not have anything planned.

When the bell rung for the next class, I picked up my blank test and handed it to my teacher. Who, by the way gave me a sour look, which I ignored as I walked away.

I knew exactly where to find Sheldon, and I raced down the hall. I noted that his class was just letting out. I waited for him to come stumbling out, but he never did.

With a raised eyebrow I walked into the classroom and saw the teacher, Mr. Fran, writing on the board.

"Mr. Fran, was Sheldon here today?" I questioned.

Mr. Fran jumped a tad, as if I scared him. He turned his bulky body around to face me. He gave me a wrinkled smile and shook his head, "No, Mr. Jenkins was not in attendance today. Why? Is there something you need from him?" Mr. Fran asked me.

"Ummm, no, but thank you," I replied and quickly left the classroom.

It was odd, I thought. Sheldon never missed a day of school, otherwise his father would be very and I mean very upset.

With rapidness, I went straight to the principal's office. Every fiber in my being told me to not go to Sheldon's father and question his son's absence, but ... I need to know why Sheldon wasn't here. Or, it would bug me all day.

I silently cursed that my phone had been taken up not but a few days ago by a teacher. You'd think after getting caught texting many times that I would learn not to text in class but I seem to never learn my lesson.

Part of me wondered if Sheldon had been texting me about him not coming to school today, but it was no use of worrying about that, because I couldn't get that damn phone back for another day.

When I entered Mr. Jenkins's office, I noted that he was typing away on his computer while classical music played in the background.

I cleared my throat, which made him look away from the bright computer screen and directly at me.

Mr. Jenkins gave me a small smile before speaking, "Yes, how can I help you?"

It was right at that moment that I wasn't sure what to ask. I didn't want to bluntly ask where his son was, that might draw suspension ... because admittedly, Sheldon's father had no idea I was dating his son. According to Sheldon it would be better for both of us if his father didn't know.

"I-I ... I am working with Sheldon on a project ... he wasn't at school today ... and I was wondering where he was."

Mr. Jenkins's studied me for a minute, and I felt like I was being put under a magnifying glass by the way he was looking at me. "You are out of dress code," Mr. Jenkins replied to me.

I scrunched up my face in confusion, "What?"

He pointed to my shirt, "No logo's on school shirts. You are out of school dress code. That is one week's worth of detention."

I held in a slight gasp, "Mr. Jenkins, I am sorry, next time I will watch what I put on ... but back to the subject at hand, why ... why was Sheldon not at school? Is he sick?" I quizzed.

Once again a hard, stern look was thrown my way.

The late bell rang and Mr. Jenkins sighed, "Go get a late slip, you are tardy to your next class." With that said the principal turned his head to gaze back at the computer.

I huffed a little and turned to walk away, but Mr. Jenkins voice stopped me before I left his office. "Oh, and my son, which is none of your concern, fell down some stairs. He seemed to obtain some injures. He will be back in school tomorrow, I can assure you that."

I stood there for a few seconds, not sure what to ask next because a thousand questions were firing off in my brain.

"Get to class, or you might get more than a week detention Ms. Scott," Mr. Jenkins exclaimed.

Growling a little, I left the principal's office in a fit of anger. I had so many things I wanted to ask about what happened with Sheldon and him falling down the stairs.

Halfway down the hall I started to wonder ... did Sheldon really fall down the stairs? ... Is he okay? ...

I knew that since his father wasn't giving me answers, there was only one way I was going to get them ... I needed to go find Sheldon...

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Edited by: pcgeeksquadgirl (aka Victoria)