"She's doing really well recently actually," Mr Wilson informed, looking down on the bunch of papers in his hand. "Most of her detentions were from music class, but the last detention Mallory received was..." He drifted off, eyes scanning through the sheets. "...Nearly two weeks ago- Mallory that's brilliant," He dropped the papers and gave me a hopeful smile.

"Thank you Sir," I beamed innocently, my hands in my lap.

I looked over at my mom, who didn't have much to say about it really. I think me being a good kid to her wasn't something she felt like she needed to praise me about, she just expected that from me. I was making progress and she didn't care too much, but the rest of my teachers did.

"You can see looking through these where you really picked up your behaviour and put effort in. I've never had so much praise about you from all your teachers. Especially Mr Armstrong, he's very proud,"

"Thank you," My smile got ridiculously wide as I tried my hardest to contain my natural colour on my face and not blush hugely.

I was in my daily meeting, Billie wasn't in this one. He was only in the last because of the detentions I was specifically getting in his class... and we all know why I was getting those.

My mom sat to the side of me, biting her bottom lip aggressively. She didn't have much to say in this meeting. Nothing much to say today at all.

"So, there's no need for any more at home tutoring. You seem to be on the right lines in all your classes, but... you may continue to receive it if you feel its a big help to your learning,"

"Well I-" I was cut off quickly, barley fitting in two words.

"-Yes, those will be continued," My mom basically ordered.

Mr Wilson looked a little taken back by her great speed to respond, but none the lass he rolled his shoulders before nodding. "Alright, so the at home sessions will be continued," He looked at me, I think it was to see what I was actually thinking about it. I gave a tiny shrug to him, one my mom wouldn't be able to identify from the corners of her eyes. He nodded, before speaking up again. "Alright then. Mallory, you're able to go back to your lesson now while I speak with your mom,"

I nodded, not saying much to either of them as I walked out into the hallways.

I'm not sure what lesson I have, Esme was normally my personal school schedule to tell me what I have. But right now she must've been in her own lesson whilst I was in my meeting.

I decided to take a stroll to my locker, which would hopefully make me look less suspicious of doing anything wrong to any teachers passing. I swung open the locker door, scanning everything in their. All my useless books, a secret pack of cigs, a hoodie, random sheets of paper and so forth.

"Mal!" I heard a voice excitedly shout for me.

I pulled my head out the locker as I looked the direction it came from, the halls were empty meaning it wasn't hard for my eyes to easily land on the person who mentioned my name.

I let out a deflated greeting. "Hi Ty,"

He walked over to me, as I kicked my locker door shut leaning back on it afterwards. I hadn't spoken to Tyler since he kissed me. And how Billie hadn't taken it kindly, but who could blame him.

"How come you're not in class?" He asked, making the most pathetic small talk I had heard in my entire life.

"Meeting with Mr Wilson and my mom," I bluntly replied, making sure not to ask him why he wasn't in his own class.

"Oh." He nodded. "I've just come back from the bathroom,"

"Thanks for sharing,"

His facial expressions scrunched up slightly, his eyes squinting at me as if they were trying to figure something out.

"What?" I asked.

"What?" He repeated.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"I d'know... like you're trying to figure me out,"

"That's cause I am?"

"Well don't,"

He did it again, scrunching his nose up in an insulted way. "Why?"

"Because you don't need to,"

"What happened Mal? We literally kissed a while back and now you're acting cold,"

"I'm a cold person,"

"No you're not, you weren't when we was sat in the café doing your work. Or when you was asking me for my help," I could tell he was starting to get offended, angry. He had rights to I'll admit, I kissed him back and had since avoided and dodged him. But before that, for the longest amount of time I had been making obvious hints I didn't want anything like that to do with him.

Maybe he thought he was getting somewhere. He had let himself believe he was getting somewhere, but he wasn't.

"I am, you don't know me at all,"

"Yes I do, and your not. You just wanna believe you are. With your big reputation, an insubordinate attitude and a big façade. One so detailed you've withered it right down to your own mind and convinced yourself. You take so much pride in all the wrong things, that you don't even see what's right anymore-"

"-That's not true! I know what's right! I'm being a good student now!"

"That's the bare minimum. No one gets praise for doing the bare minimum unless they weren't enough before," He sneered.

"Its called progress. Tyler,"

"Its called growing up. Mallory,"

"Why are you even being like this!"

"Why are you!? You want to be this big bad monster everyone fears, what is it with that!? No one wants to be a monster, everyone wants to destroy the monster. You've got it twisted. You're just a sheep now. Following the rest of us. A sheep following the flock. A sheep,"

And then I just snapped. The rage had bubbled through, seeping through my arms. So I barley even recognised when my first has flew across his face.

He stumbled back staring at me with these big disgusted eyes. "What the fuck!" He blinked a few times. "You think that's gonna make you the monster you want? Just accept you're just a normal kid with behaviour problems- you're nothing special! You just have a foul rage problem!"

Clear to say he wasn't helping himself. The anger inside of me had allowed myself to pounce on to him, almost like a lion would. I held him to the ground floor, on top of him with the upper hand as I continued to punch.

I could feel the bones under his skin as my first made contact with his face, even on one punch I swear I could've felt a crack.

He tried to grab my hands a few times, or he wriggled underneath trying his hardest to release himself.

Then the next thing I knew, I had been violently yanked off by my two arms locked behind me. I watched Tyler as he pushed himself up from the floor, the blood almost spilling out of his nose as he cupped his hand underneath trying to catch it.

I kicked and fussed, throwing my legs around as my arms were grabbed by someone stronger beside me.

A school nurse had rushed to Tyler's side, talking to him as he focused on her. Then I realised how the halls began to fill. With other teachers surrounding Tyler, the rowdy students screaming with their phones out pointing to him and me who was still strained.

I was being moved away from the scene, loud shouts around me as I was being dragged from out the halls. Then I heard a door open, the touch of another person was released as I freed my arms and spun around angrily. To be met with the piercing green eyes of Billie Joe.

But he wasn't the only one here, Mr Wilson and my mom had followed behind him. I caught my breath, heavy in my throat as Billie did too.

"What in the world happened there!?" Mr Wilson shouted. Which I ignored, trying to breath normally.

"I expected something like this soon," My mom mumbled.

I put my hands to my knees, ignoring her as she carried on. I was focusing mostly on trying to steady my breathing before I spoke any words. Not that it would matter what I said.

My mom was expecting it, Mr Wilson was proven wrong and Billies disappointment had shone straight through his eyes.

After a moment I caught my breath, but pretended I hadn't to push further the next conversation.

I didn't wanna look up at Billie again. I know he didn't like Tyler. But he was still my teacher and he was proud of the achievements he had pushed me to. And I had just destroyed them all... but, I had my reputation back.

I had my reputation back. So do I really care?

This is me... as cliché as it sounds. That was me who lashed out. My anger. I was blessed with that rage... it's part of me.

Moms right, something like that was bound to happen soon. Because... that's me?

"Care to explain what sort of scene you created in my hallways!?" Mr Wilson spoke up after a while of myself panting for breath.

I stopped leaning on my knees and straightened my posture, the smile on my face was so faint but I tried to hide it. Avoiding Billies eyes the whole time that is.

"A fight,"

"That didn't look like a fight to me- that looked like you assaulting another student,"

"Okay... so a fight?"

"Care to explain to me why that had occurred when you should've gone back to class like I had told you?"

Should I have told them why? Would they have believed me? Should they of believed me?

Why had it happened? He was belittling the reputation I spent years building. How do you tell the principal you punched a student in the face multiple times because he wasn't afraid to tell you your name had lost it's fear.

You don't. Simple.

So what do you say? Who do you blame? Who do you blame when everyone wants to blame you? Tyler, him, my mom, all those. If you can't beat them... you're suppose to join them.

But I would rather be a Shepard then a sheep.

"I couldn't help it," I faked. "It was building up inside of me, it fizzed out like a can of shaken soda. All the praise- it put too much pressure on me,"

Because sheep's die.

"Bullshit," Billie muttered, so quietly beside me. I must've been the only one to hear his comment.

Sheep's are slaughtered by the person who raised them.

Finally, I looked over at Billie, flicking up a single eyebrow almost challenging him. But he wasn't how he was, he was no longer playful when I was troubling. He saw who I could be and he knew this wasn't it. So he furrowed his back at me, his nose scrunching at the action.

But who kills the sheep? Shepard's.

"Mrs Valentine, can I talk to you outside about this?" Mr Wilson sighed, looking at my mom.

"That may be a better idea," she replied. As the both of them walked out of the room shutting the door behind them.

Leaving Billie and I.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked, turning to me and crossing his arms. "What are you trying to prove,"

"He told me I was a sheep,"

"So you decided that was enough to beat the shit out of him?"

"I'm not a sheep,"

"And I suppose you believe you're a Shepard?"

"I am, I'm not a sheep. Sheep's die. They follow the flock into the slaughter house and they die,"

He shook his head unamused. "And you're a Shepard?"

"The Shephard kills the sheep. I won't be killed by this bullshit, I'll kill the bullshit. Punch the faces one by one if I have to,"

"You're unbelievable,"

"But not helpless,"

"You wanna be a Shepard? For every lamb and sheep a Shepard kills, there's an ewe who lives to produce more again. Your reputation is nothing more but I title to me. You want your reputation back? Have it by all means. I've seen who you can be and I've seen who you are. This isn't you. But this is who you want to be. I've never claimed you were a saint. I've never claimed you were an angel. But you're not a fucking villain. Or a monster. You're not a sinner or the devil. So stop trying to be, because your reputation is not worth your future. If you want to act like some sort of bad guy. Go ahead. But I won't lift a single finger to ever help you out again,"

"Why are you so angry-"

"-I believed in you Mallory you made a fucking fool out of me! I put my job on the line for you because I knew who you could be and you put your reputation on your mind and forgot about mine! As a teacher. Im not angry cause of what you did, I don't give a fuck about Tyler. I give a fuck about you, so much-! That I went out on a limb for you, and for me you made me look like an idiot,"