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"You can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence."

-(500) Days of Summer

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"PARDON MY FRENCH, but what the fuck?"

The teachers here, August thinks, are solid as hell because when Atticus says that, Principal Jodie Matthews doesn't even flinch.

"You heard me."

Atticus shakes his head. "That's not fair. It isn't. Zara, are you hearing this woman?"

Zara, the girl who stopped the fight — the girl who now sports a black eye — stares at her nails.

Atticus scoffs. "Listen, Matthews," he says, and she raises a brow, "I can understand you giving this bastard here—" he gestures to Golden Boy— "afterschool detention for three weeks. Really, I can. Nothing could make me happier."

Golden Boy glares at the side of Atticus's head. Atticus ignores him.

"But me?" he continues. "The hell did I do? I'll tell you what. I used some self-fucking-defense, that's what I di—"

"Atticus, please," Matthews cuts him off, massaging her temple. "As much as we appreciate your... colorful language, I'd like to remind you that we have a new student—" she motions to August—"and I don't think she's getting the best first impression of our school. So, please, keep your damn mouth shut for a few seconds."

Atticus grumbles.

August watches the interaction with mild amusement. Sitting in the principal's office isn't exactly fun, but August guesses it's better than listening to Atticus pester Zara, and having Golden Boy "accidentally" step on the back of her shoe every few seconds.

"Thank you. Now, August, why don't y— what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, really. I just find it ironic how Atticus warned me about getting a detention this morning, and now—"

"Would you like one for yourself, Miss Omeria?"

August blushes and shakes her head.

"Then please sit outside my office. I'll call for you when we're done here." She throws her a stern look and waits until August is out of the room to start talking again.

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