"Follow me," the principal said. His voice was cold and strict.
Finn and I followed him to his office.
"Nice going," he whispered to me.
"You shoot him too,"
"I shoot him once; you shoot him multiple times,"
"So, you're still in the wrong,"
"Silence," The principal braked.
He opened the door to his office and held it open for us.
We walked in and sat down in front of his desk.
He sat in front of us. "What are your names?"
"Gabe Ryan and her name is Alexandra Oz,"
"What? No his name is Finn Johnson,"
The principal raised an eyebrow at Finn and wrote our names down.
"Alexandra, can you tell me what happened?"
"Gladly, Mr. Principal Sir I did nothing wrong. I was down my gym class and I deiced to take a shower and wash my hair. In the time I did that Finn, here, stole my clothes and dyed my hair blond. So I was forced to look for him in a towel. He shot me with paintballs so I stole one of his and shot back. I'm sorry for hitting you by the way," I smiled at the end.
"She lies," Finn said. "Mr. Riley this is what really happen. Alex has been pranking me all day. So I deiced to fight fire with fire. So yes I stole her clothes and dyed her hair. But I was not the one to bring a paintball gun to school,"
"That's a lie; you have been pranking me all day. From the day we meet it's been prank after prank,"
"If you were suck a smart mouthed freshman this wouldn't have happened,"
"If you were an egotistic senior with self-esteem problems you have to prank me every day,"
"Enough! The both of you are in the wrong. The both of you will have an in school detention. Finn give her back her clothes and Alexandra give me the paintball guns,"
"Yes sir," we mumbled.
I handed him the paintball guns and we waited for Finn to get my clothes.
He came back with them and I changed in the bathroom.
Mr. Riley led us to the detention room.
"Behave yourselves," he said.
"I have a question," I said
"What?"
"How long will we be in here?"
"Until the end of the day,"
"Ugh," I sighed as he closed the door and walked away.
"Nice going," I said.
"I didn't do anything,"
"Stop saying that! You did everything, if you just left me alone we would be here,"
"If you didn't fight back-"
"And have you walk all over me? Yeah right,"
"Whatever, you stay over there and I'll stay over here,"
"Deal,"
"Good,"
I walked over to the last row of desk and sat down.
The sucks.
****
Two hours later. We have about five more minutes of this then we can go.
I packed myself up and walked over to the trash can over where Finn was.
"What are you doing?" he snapped.
"Throwing my trash away,"
"No, no, no, you're no my side,"
"Sorry," I said walking over to the trash can.
Finn grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing him.
"I'm really tired of you,"
"Good,"
"Why are you so stubborn all the time?"
"Why are you a jerk all the time?"
"Why are you so annoying?"
"Why do you ask so many questions?"
"Why are you so close to me?"
"Why do you care?"
We looked into each other's eyes and leaned forward.
I stopped a little but Finn continued until he reached my lips.
I kissed back after a few minutes - okay it was seconds.
The kiss picked up and I pulled him closer to me.
He backed me up against a wall and wrapped his arms around me waist.
The bell rang and we both jumped.
I quickly ran to my bag and out the door.
I didn't stop running until I was home.
"Hi mom bye mom,"
"Hi dear," she said as I closed my door.
"That didn't happen, that didn't happen," I said to myself quietly over and over again.
I took a shower and changed into boxers and a tank top.
I sat in my room and watched old black and white shows, until I fell asleep.
*****
The next morning I tried to make the blond hair work.
I guess it did.
I pulled it in a ponytail and left for school.
I didn't want to face Fin again.
It turned out I didn't have to. Finn and I weren't in the same detention room.
For the whole week I was Finn less.
My mom found out about my hair, I told her I wanted to go blond for a while.
She believed me.
*****
"Alexandra!" my mom called. It was a Saturday and I wanted to sleep in.
"What?" I mumbled against the pillow.
"I want you to met our new neighbors,"
"Blah,"
"Alexandra!"
"I'm coming!" I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. I crawled to the door and got up.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail and headed down stairs.
Once I reached the bottom I saw, Finn.
My eyes grew wide and so did his.
"Um, hi,"
"Hi, I'm Sandy Johnson and this is my son Finn," Finn's mother said.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Johnson,"
"Likewise," she smiled.
"This is my daughter Alexandra," my mom smiled.
"Or Alex," I added.
"I'll show you around Sandy,"
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at Finn.
"Just to clear things up, I hate you," I said.
"Good, and that kiss, it was a slur of the moment thing,"
"I only kissed back to not bruise your ego,"
"I didn't enjoy it at all,"
"I felt nothing,"
"It was like kissing a wall,"
"You're a horrible kisser,"
"I wanted to puke,"
"I did puke,"
"I puked twice,"
"I should call the cops, what you did was considered rape,"
"I dare you,"
"I will,"
"We will never speak of this again,"
"Deal,"
"Nice boxers,"
"Jealous?"
"Totally," he said sarcastically.
I walked away and went to my room.
My life just entered the pits of hell.
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