Alan's pov

"And that's why you should let Bob have his job back." I end with, smiling wide for more leverage.

Mrs. Salli looked at me for a while, with a poker face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, or what she would say. Her hands were entwined with each other, sitting on her desk.

"You're not going to...are you? I told yoy it was my fault, what you saw isn't true." I try to explain, but she puts her hand up.

"Bob, told me he wanted a break. And I told him with this reputation, that it is hard for him to keep the job." she sighs tapping her fingers on her desk. "Yes, in a way he has lost his job. But once this mess is cleaned up, he is welcomed back."

"Really?!" I jump out the seat, causing her to sit back startled.

"If he likes, and I've handled the trouble makers who made this mess. And those who made a mockery of him. They are no better." she says and I nod about to head to the door.

"Than-" I start to say.

"You are one of those people, so what should I do with you?" she says, gesturing me to leave the door alone. "The Trex Group are visiting the counselor everyday, volunteering, and suspended. The group that tried to follow in their footsteps have the same punishment." she explains pursing her lips.

"I- urm...well my friends aren't really talking to me, including Bob." I say scooting to the door. "So that's my punishment!" I'm only able to touch the doorknob.

"The more the merrier, now take a seat Foster." she says smiling, like she was an angel.

I mutter to myself, letting go of the doorknob. Eventually I take a seat back down. She leans forward in her chair, over her desk a bit.

"So, what should your punishment be?" she asks with a quirked eyebrow, before smiling mischievously.

•°•°•°•

"You got your job back, the mess is fixed." I murmur to myself.

"What are you doing?" a voice speaks up behind me, causing me to jump.

I swung my body around, in the direction of the voice to find Sawyer.

"It's been a while since I've seen you." I say smiling nervously, as my body relaxes.

"I have Stacie's position now, and more so I'm kind of busy nowadays." he says smiling a little, more to himself it seems. "So, what were you doing? You never answered."

"O-Oh um, practicing on what to say." I mumble looking around.

"Stacie isn't here anymore, I don't know why you're so nervous." he says walking past me, to take down some posters.

"I'm not nervous." I say rolling my eyes.

"Sure, are you waiting for the last bell in the halls instead of class?" he says throwing the posters in the huge recycle bin.

"I actually have a pass." I say digging my hands in my pockets for it, then produce it to show him.

Just in time, the bell rang. I swiped my pass back from his view, and shoved it back in my pocket.

"Better get out these halls before I'm trampled." he says walking away quickly.

I ran to get to Bob's class. I figured he would be the last, or near to last student to leave. But when I got there, it was just the teacher. I managed to slip out, before they noticed me. I knew we would see each other on the bus, but I wanted to catch him off guard. He would possibly talk to me if he was.

I made it to my bus in time. The spot next to Bob was free, but once he saw me he started to move his bag to take the space. He stopped, and just scooted closer to the window. I sighed, taking a seat next to him. He stared out the window, his body turned away from me as much as possible. That is one thing I can remember from my communication class. Your body usually turned toward people you like, want to hear, and talk to. And obviously by all his body language and silence he gave me he didn't want me even in the same bus with him probably.

"You can stay mad at me forever, but know that you got your job back when you're ready. And this mess is cleaned up, as long as it doesn't bother you. Most don't know you do the announcements anyway." I start running through my sentences and words quickly.

Finally he turns his head in my direction. His eyes are slightly narrowed on me. But other than that, his face is mostly poker. What's with everyone and these poker faces?

"And all those stupid kids got punished...including me." I mumble, glancing away from him.

Some reason, when he's giving me his attention finally, I can't handle it. His intense look, and his eyes are all on me.

"Is that all?" he asks softly, I swallow hard glancing at him briefly.

"Yeah, and that I'm really sorry. I am, I'm just a fat idiot- sorry not fat. That was not the right word to use." I mentally face palm.

"Okay okay, stop beating yourself up. That's my job." Bob says rolling his eyes.

There is some silence for a while between us. Until he breaks it.

"Thank you," he says and I glance up, smiling a little. "Even though it may have just been your guilt that would eat you alive that caused this."

"Gee, you ruined it."

"What, were you about to kiss me?"

I choked on air, literally choked.

"There there, don't die so soon." he says patting my back, but I keep coughing.

He groans pulling out a half full water bottle. I shake my head as I continue to cough.

"Drink the damn water Alan!" he unscrews it and forces me to drink some.

I cough harder, but end up drinking some. He pulls it away, and silence fills the air between us again.

"Indirect kissing isn't too bad. I mean we already had directly." he mutters screwing the top back on. "Don't be such a baby." he shoots me a glare while putting the water bottle back. "That also, was my job."

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