Dripped In Jealousy

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I don't know how long I've been sitting in the detention room, but I was starting to feel tired and hungry. I don't deserve this. I'm supposed to be outside, with my friends, laughing at jokes, and stuffing my face with hamburgers.

I heard the door open, and I turned my head to see Mrs Gayle.

I've faced Doom Number One, now time for Doom Number Two.

"You can come out now, I'd like to speak to you," she folded her arms.

Well I don't. For Christ's sake, I probably have bags under my eyes right now.

I forced myself to get up, walking right around Mrs Gayle and take a seat in her office. After a few seconds, I watched her take a seat in front of me, around her desk. She immediately typed something into the computer, and putted on her reading glasses.

"Celine Gabriela Sheeran. I see you have good grades and teachers' reviews," she said, narrowing her eyes at the screen.

I said absolutely nothing. I felt more empty than ever. This is a good waste of time.

She stared at me for a minute, then took off her glasses. "So tell me. What would a good student like you be doing with drugs?"

"I told you a million times that I don't know where this stuff came from," I mumbled, and I watched as she closed her eyes. She was probably annoyed of my behavior. Well guess what, Mrs. I Don't Like To Wash My Suits; I feel the same way about you right now.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe you. I mean, if it were some other student, maybe they'd say the same thing...except they use it as a lie."

"First of all, I don't even know what any of that stuff is. You can probably check my system for any signs of usage...or probably check for fingerprints, cause I swear I never touched whatever you guys took out of my bag," I ranted.

"Very well, that was convincing. Unfortunately, according to the school rules, it is required that I call your parents. And the police, so they can properly investigate the drugs."

"Wait, what? You're calling the cops? You're sending me to jail?!" I freaked out.

"No no no, sweetie. They're just going to check for where it came from, or the real owner, if they're lucky."

I sighed in relief. All I know, imprisonment wouldn't look too good on my résumé.

"So now I'll be making some calls, okay?"

I would've responded, but then the door flew open. I turned my head, and my eyes widened at the girl who stood there, with a determined look on her face.

That girl was True.

"Stop everything!" she shouted. We were all frozen. Even the principal's hand was in midair, hovering over the telephone.

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After no one said anything, the principal cleared her throat, "May I help you, Miss Jackson?"

"The drugs don't belong to Celine, Madame. But I know who it does belong to."

I stared at her in disbelief. Is she standing up for me? After I told her off yesterday? I didn't see that coming at all.

The principal stood, "Oh? Very well then. Show us."

We followed her out the room, while the principal called back the Deans.

She carried us to the locker room, stopping right in front of one...wait a minute.

Isn't that Alice's locker?