"So, let me get this straight: You, Colton, accidentally tripped and ripped Andy's shirt. And then you, Andy, shoved him and he fell into the table. And all of this lead to you guys rolling off the table, onto the ground and then rolling around some more?" Principal Anderson asks.

"You forgot the part about how he groped me," I say. I cross my arms over my chest. There's not much or anything I can do for my shirt. "I don't feel safe." Colton smirks, knowing that I'm playing around.

"Right," she says.

"And she punched me," Colton says. He points to the bruises forming on his cheek.

"You deserved that! You ripped my shirt, you asshole!" I say.

"Enough," Principal Anderson says. "Look, I can kind of understand what happened. But the two you did get into a pretty big fight."

"Please don't put this on my record! I got accepted into Harvard for Pre-med. I've never been to your office before for anything bad!" I say. Colton looks at me.

"You got into Harvard?" he asks.

"Yeah, and Stanford," I say. Principal Anderson nods. I like her, I think she's friends with Auntie. She's definitely around the same age.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do. Since it's almost time to go on a Friday and I don't feel like staying after school to do all of the paperwork, you guys have detention today and then on Monday through Thursday," she says. "Or you can stay here today until eight thirty, cleaning."

"I'll stay and clean," I say.

"Me too," Colton says. I shoot him a look.

"Thanks for not putting this on my record," I say.

"No problem. You're a good kid, and I like your aunt," she says grinning. I smile. I look at my watch. It's 2:19. We have about ten minutes before school ends. I frown and look at my shirt. Colton looks at my chest.

"Is there anything you can do to fix my shirt?" I ask Principal Anderson. She digs in her desk and hands me a couple of safety pins. I put the first one in. The rip starts at the top of my cleavage and ends two inches above my belly button.

"Here, let me help you," Colton says. I swat his hand away. I use the safety pins mainly to hold together the fabric under my boobs. As long as a decent amount of my bra isn't showing, I'm good.

"Well, once the bell rings, go down to the basement. Go into the supply room. There should be a teacher and maybe a student or two," Principal Anderson tells us. I nod and grab my backpack. She packs up her briefcase. "You guys have any plans for the weekend?" she asks.

I think about it. "Yeah. It's my dad's birthday," I say

"Not really anything. What about you?" Colton asks.

"I'm not doing much," she says. She grabs her car keys and her briefcase. I grab my backpack and Colton grabs his. We both got the feeling from Mr. Burton that we weren't coming back. The bell rings and she ushers us out of her office. She locks the door. "I'll see you kids on Monday."

She walks away. I start heading towards the basement. Colton follows me. "You're such a dick," I tell him.

"I'm sorry that I ripped your shirt," he says. I roll my eyes as we walk down the steps. "It's your dad's birthday, right? How old he turning?"

"Don't try to change the sub-oh shit!" I yell.

"What?" Colton asks.

"It's my dad's birthday tomorrow. I kind of forgot. Oh, fuck," I say. "I didn't make any plans."

"Oh uh..." Colton trails off. "That sucks."

"Oh, I'm really fucked! We're stuck here until eight," I say. I'm not really talking to Colton at this point. "God, Colton, why are you such a jackass?"

"I'm sorry that I ripped your shirt...well not really," he says with a small appreciative grin. I glare at him. "But you're the one that jumped me on the table. I gotta say, Mo, I never pegged you to jump me in the middle of biology."

"You're the one that tore my shirt open! I shoved you and then you grabbed me and pulled me on top of you," I tell him. Looking back, it does kinda seem like we jumped each other. Maybe Auntie was into something. I guess it doesn't really matter now that I have to spend five and a half hours cleaning the school with him.

"Whatever. But as a way to make it up to you I can help you plan your dad's birthday or do whatever. I owe you one," Colton says.

"You're not shitting me are you?" I ask him as we walk down the last flight of stairs.

"I've got nothing else to do," he says. "And maybe I'll get lucky." We round the hallway to get to the supply closet. A bored looking teacher and three kids stand outside. The teacher looks young, maybe early twenties. She's really pretty. She has dark blue eyes and blonde hair with dark roots.

"I guess we're all here now," the teacher says. She unlocks the supply closet and we walk inside. "Obviously, you've all done something to land yourselves here. So, let's reflect on our mistakes and try to learn from them."

I look at the other three kids. One is wearing all black and she's sporting more than a couple of piercings. Her eyes are red and glazed over. I guess she's in here for drugs. The other guy has a couple of bruises on his face and busted knuckles. I guess he's in for fighting.

The last guy has his hood pulled up and headphones on. I can't quite tell what he did. He also seems to be smirking at the teacher, who's pretending not to notice him. She shoots him a look and tugs her tank top down a little bit.

"So, you'll be spending the next five and a half hours cleaning. Sweep the floors, erase the whiteboards, mop the hallways. Leave yours things in here. If anything gets taken or lost, I don't want to hear it. Neither does the school. Anyways, you know the drill," the teacher says. She hands me and Colton brooms. She gives the other kids mopps and gives the one kid that got in a fight a toilet plunger. "I'll be stationed in the teacher's lounge. Use whatever supplies you want."

I look at Colton and he shrugs. I shrug back at him and walk out of the closet. "Where do you wanna start?" Colton asks.

"Fourth floor," I say. We trudge up the stairs.

"Do you have anything planned for your dad's birthday?" Colton asks. I think about it. I had planned a while ago, that we'd go up to our cabin for Dad's birthday. But it's a three hour drive and I'd have to stop and get snacks.

"I thought we'd go to our cabin, which is a three hour drive from here. As soon as detention gets out we're going to drive to my cabin. And of course get food and party shit," I say.

"Sounds good. I get to be in a car with you for three hours," he tells me. I hit his arm.

We finally make it to the fourth floor. I go into the first classroom and set the mop against the wall. I pick up an eraser and erase the whiteboard. Colton sits down on top of desk.

"Get your fatass up. We both have to clean," I say. He doesn't move. I chuck a marker at his head and go back to erasing. Once I'm done I grab my broom and say, "Sweep the room. I'm going to the next classroom."

Colton smirks and watches me leave. I walk into a classroom down the hall. I raise an eyebrow at a guy carving something into a desk. He looks up at me.

"Vandalism?" I ask. He smirks and nods.

"You don't seem like you belong here," he says. I shrug.

"I got into a fight with my biology partner," I tell him. The guy nods.

"Yeah. I think I heard about that. Nice shirt by the way," he says. "I'm Greyson."

"Andy," I say. I pull up a chair and straddle it backwards. "What're you carving?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"Nothing important," Greyson says.

"Ah, you're one of the mindless vandals," I say. He laughs.

"Yep, that's me." He arches a dark eyebrow at me. "You don't seem like the type of person to get in fights."

"I'm not, at least usually," I tell Greyson. "But that guy I was with earlier, he fucking pissed me off. Anyways, he ripped my shirt and then I shoved him and he fell back on the table. And then he pulled me onto him and I punched him a couple of times. That lead us to the Principal's office and then here."

Greyson nods. I stand up and grab an an eraser. I start erasing the whiteboard. "You're a Senior, right?" Greyson asks. I turn around.

"Yeah. What about you?" I ask.

"Senior," he says. He gets up and grabs a marker and then writes on the whiteboard: MARKS IS A PIECE OF SHIT. I throw an eraser at his head.

"Catch, pretty boy!" I say. He catches the eraser with an amused looked. "And you do know that Mr. Marks has a room on the second floor, right?"

He grins at me and says, "Of course. That's why they'll never be able to pin it on me." I smirk and shake my head. Greyson grabs a mop and starts to clean the floor. After a couple minutes, he goes back and starts to write more things on the whiteboard.

"Oh," I say, my lip curls in a mix disgust and amusement. "Really? You had to write 'Trevor Bentley is a nasty coc-'"

He cuts me off,"Yeah, I thought that was one was funny too." Greyson grins. I shake my head and bite back a smile.

"You have a very filthy vocabulary. But come on, we have to clean the next room," I tell him. Greyson rolls his eyes and grabs the mop. I walk out in the hallway and briefly scan it for Colton. "Who the hell is Trevor Bentley, anyways?" I ask Greyson. He shakes his head.

"Just this little bitch my girl's with," he tells me.

"Well, you gonna do something about that?" I ask Greyson.

"I'm working on it," he tells me. I nod.

I groan when I see a clock. It's only 3:10. Something smacks me in the back and I whip around. Greyson's standing behind me. "Did you just hit me?" I ask him. He smirks at me and hits my leg with the mop.

"Does that answer your question?" he says.

"That's it, you little piece of shit!" I yell. He starts laughing and drops the broom, breaking into a sprint. "Get back here, buddy! I'm not done with you yet!" I yell as I grab the mop and then start to chase after him. I see Greyson round a corner and I skid around it just in time to see him dart down a staircase.

I hear him as I run down the staircase and catch a glimpse of his dark head and then suddenly I don't see him. "Ah, fuck," I groan. I finish the flight of stairs and then look around. I walk out into the hallway and Greyson jumps out at me.

"Shit!" I gasp and my fist flies out and connects with his throat. He makes a gurgling noise. "Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, man. You just scared the living shit out of me. You okay there, buddy?" I say. He nods and rubs his throat.

"It's cool." He pauses. "Why didn't you hit me with the mop?" I shrug. It probably would have been smarter to hit him with the mop.

"That reminds me," I say and swing the mop. It connects with his stomach. I start laughing. I hit him with the end of the mop, so his sweatshirt's pretty wet. Greyson smiles at me. "Oh, shit. Don't do anything. Let's just be calm and rational," I say slowly as I back away from him. I'm just realizing now that he's almost a full foot taller than me. I throw the mop at him and start running.

It doesn't take long for Greyson to catch up to me. I look behind me to see that he's right there. Greyson grabs my hips and starts to tickle. It's really juvenile but it completely works. I start shrieking with laughter. "Stop! Stop!" I shriek, giggling. I'm laughing so hard I'm almost crying.

Greyson's chuckling softly. "Not until you apologize," he says. He keeps tickling me.

"Never!" I hiss at him. I keep laughing. Greyson's laughing too. "Stop, stop! I can't breathe!" I gasp. And then Greyson's ripped off of me.