Katie's POV: Rocket and I were heading to our last class of the day, when the blonde from yesterday stops me, and pushes me against the lockers. She narrows her eyes at me, and she looks me up and down, then says, "Hey there, slut."
The girls behind her snicker, as they watch the scene that's about to unfold.
"Hey! Back off, Clover! No one needs your bullshit today," Rocket says.
"Get your hands off of me, before I break your pretty little face. And for the record, I'm not a slut. In fact, I've only ever had one boyfriend, and I plan to keep it that way," I tell her in the calmest tone I can muster.
"You wouldn't dare," she says slowly, trying to intimidate me.
"Oh, but contraire. I would. And at least I'm not the one who looks like a cheap hooker," I say, matching her tone.
"Shut up, slut! You'd be better off dead anyway! You don't have a fraction of the talent we have, and you don't belong in this school, so do us all a favor and die!" she says, slapping me across the face. Oh hell, no! It's on now!
I quickly kick her in the stomach, knocking her away from me, to the floor, then straddling her stomach region, I smack her in the face with a deafening crack, that vibrates off the campus walls like a shotgun had just gone off.
"Keep your hands off me, or next time, I won't hold back, bitch!" I shout, as Rocket pulls me off her.
"Katie! Clover! My office, now!" Principal Simpson commands, obviously paying witness to the fight that just broke out between the new girl (Me) and from what Rocket told me, an heiress to a grand fortune (Clover). Great.
I walk to the Principal's office with him and Clover, then sit in one of the chairs.
"So, what exactly just happened, girls?" he asked, folding his hands on his desk.
"She attacked me!" Clover says, trying to play the victim, "I was just giving her some advice, and she hit me!"
"That's not how it happened!" I argue, "Here's the truth, Mr. Simpson. I was walking to my last class with Rocket, and she pushed me against the lockers. She called me a slut, told me I should do everyone a favor, and die, and then she smacked me across my face. All I did was defend myself, by kicking her away from me, and admittedly I may have gone a little overboard by smacking her back. I accept the detentions, Saturday schools, or suspension you want to give me, but please don't kick me out of this school for simply defending myself."
He sighs, then says, "I'm going to call your parents. Please step outside, and wait in the office."
I nod, then head out into the office, and sit as far from Clover as I can. Last thing I need now is for a fight to break out in the office...
Jayy's POV: I hear my phone ring, and when I look at the caller ID, my heart stops. Please don't tell me Micro's in trouble, I think as I answer it.
"Hello?" I say.
"Hello. Is this Mr. Monroe?" the man asked.
"Yes," I say.
"Hello, Mr. Monroe. I am Principal Simpson, and I have your sister, Katie Monroe-Vanity in my office. I was hoping you would be willing to come to the school for a little talk. It appears she got into a fight with one of the other students today," he explains.
I silently react to this, by pulling the phone from my ear, and biting back all the choice words I have running through my head right now. When that moment passes, I say, "Yeah. I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for calling me."
"Alright. I will see you then," he says, and hangs up.
I sigh, then shout to Dahvie, "Dude! We have to go to the school! Katie got into a fight!"
"What? You mean our Katie? No way," Dahvie says.
He knows as well as I do, that Katie doesn't fight much, and when she does, she doesn't aim to hurt the person. She's just not into hurting others, because of how much she's been hurt, so it makes me wonder what the hell really happened.
We get in the car, and while Dahvie drives, I send Ashley a text telling him what happened. A few moments later, he sends back, "Really? Katie fighting?"
"Yeah," is my only reply.
"I'll be there in 5," he sends back.
"Alright," I say, then pay attention to the road in front of us.
When we arrive at the campus, we walk through the buildings to the high school part, then into the office. When I see Katie, I automatically notice the bruise forming around her right eye, and walk over to her.
"Katie, what happened?" I ask.
"Clover," she murmurs, looking down at her hands. Shit. I know I'm not happy with what happened, but Katie thinks I'm mad at her, since I only ever use her real name when I'm pissed at her.
"Micro, I'm not mad at you. I'm just-"
"Katie!" we hear and then turn to see Ashley coming through the doors. He sits next to her, and wraps an arm around her shoulders, then asked, "What happened?"
"Clover," she murmurs again, and this time it registers in my head.
Clover. Clover must be the blonde sitting with her parents in the office right now. The girl Micro had told me about. Oh, so help me, if that bitch gets my little sister thrown out of this school, I'll make her life hell.
"Ah, Mr. Monroe," I hear the Principal's voice say, "Would you and Katie please join us?"
"Yeah," I say, then Dahvie and Katie stand up. Ashley tries to follow, but I tell him to wait out here.
"So, Clover and Katie here got into a fight. From what Clover tells me, Katie attacked her, after simply trying to help her. Katie tells a different story though. Katie?" he says, holding his hand out to her, signaling she has the floor.
She sighs then says, "I was walking to my last class with Rocket, and she shoved me against the lockers. She called me a slut, and that's when I told-"
"Our daughter would never do such a thing!" the woman, who must be Clover's mother says in outrage.
"Let her finish!" I say, glaring at her, then say to Micro, "Go on, Micro."
She nods, then says, "I gave her a warning to get her hands off of me, but instead she went on to say I was a slut again, then told me I didn't belong here, and I should just do them all a favor and d-"
"Sir, you don't believe these awful accusations, do you?" Clover's mother says to Principal Simpson.
"Mrs. Reynolds, I am trying to get to the bottom of this dilemma. Now, if you won't allow Katie to finish telling her side, then I will have to ask you to leave," Mr. Simpson says, "Katie?"
"She told me I should kill myself, then slapped me across my face. I then kicked her back, and as I said before, I admit I may have gone overboard, by smacking her then, but it was all out of self-defense," Micro says.
"That's nothing but a pithy lie!" Mrs. Reynolds says.
"Excuse me, Mr. Simpson, but does this school have surveillance cameras?" I ask.
"Of course," he says to me.
"Then why not check the footage to see who's lying, and who's telling the truth?" I offer.
"Alright then," he says, turning to his computer.
He asked Dahvie, myself, and Clover's parents to join him behind the desk, and when we get there, I see Katie walking with a boy, I assume to be Rocket, and then Clover shove her against the lockers.
Mrs. Reynolds gasps in shock, then I see Clover smack Katie, and Katie kick her away, like she said happened. I watch as Katie gets on top of Clover then, and smack her hard, while the boy pulls her off Clover. Katie then screams something at her, and that's when I see Mr. Simpson come into view.
"Well, that settles that," Dahvie says.
"Clover, you are suspended for the rest of this week, and the following week. Katie, for your lack of control in the situation, you will have detention every day for the rest of the week, starting tomorrow. I admire though, that you so willingly told the truth, and were willing to accept whatever punishment I decided to give you," Mr. Simpson says, and dismisses us.
"So, what happened?" Ashley demands as we walk over to him.
"I have detention for the rest of the week, starting tomorrow, but Clover is suspended for this week and next," Micro tells him.
"Well, I'm just going to sign you out since there's really no point in going back to class," I say, then walk over and talk to the secretary.
When I'm done signing her out, we head back to the parking lot, and she gets on Ashley's bike. They ready themselves, then take off to the studio.
I don't feel a need to punish Micro for this, since it was merely out of self-defense, so I let her go with him. They need her for the track she helped them write anyway. Dahvie and I get in the car again, then head home.