Chapter 7: “The Truth Hurts”
Asia

A few hours later, in eighth period I was sitting at my desk when the secretary, Mrs. Collins came over the loudspeaker.

"Mrs. Simmons?" She said to my English teacher. "Can you please send Asia Daniels to the principal's office at the end of class?"

The class "oooohs" and I put up my middle finger when the teacher isn't looking. Some of the class laughs, it's mostly filled with my senior class friends, so no hard feelings. I spend the rest of class nervously going over my day to try and remember what I did wrong. By the time I'm actually walking up to the principal's office I'm pretty confidant. Only bad moment was the thing with Maya and that guy this morning, but he can't fault me for that. The guy is horrible. I see the office come into view and the shiny gold letters on the door to mark Mr. Jeffers' office. I've heard a lot about him, but mostly from people that are probably just mad that they got into trouble. He can't be that bad, I think to myself as I open his office door.

"Excuse me, but people with manners knock on doors before opening them." He says.

Ok, I could be wrong about that last thing. I think to myself. I stare blankly at him before making a face and swinging the door closed. I sigh and wait a few seconds to recompose my attitude before tapping the door with my foot.

He doesn't notice that I kicked the door instead of knocking and simply says "enter."

I open the door and stop right after it closes behind me to be sarcastic.

"You may sit." He says pleasantly. The sarcasm went right over his head and he actually thinks I wanted permission.

I sit down in a chair while he completely ignores me for about a minute, looking through papers and signing a few. He looks up, obviously perturbed by me still being here and says.

"I'm giving you detention this afternoon."

Mentally, I was still hung up on the look he gave me, so it took a few seconds for the words to sink in. "For what?"

"Your math teacher informed me about you skipping class this morning. Senior or not, I won't allow you to miss class whenever you want to."

Dude, it's the end of the fucking year! Pull the stick out of your ass. Trust me! You'll walk much better. I think. I should've said it aloud.

"Is that all?" I say.

"Actually no, I received word about you threatening a student and causing a disturbance while you were supposed to be in class."

"Did you see what the guy did to one of my friends earlier?"

"No." He says simply.

"Of course not." I say annoyed.

"Well it doesn't make much of a difference, add an hour to your detention.

"Fine." I say standing up and walking towards the door.

"Did I say you could go?" he says before I touch the doorknob. "Sit." He says. I walk over to the chair and go to sit down.

"You may go." He says as soon as my ass hits the seat. I throw up my hands before hurrying out the door before the bitch decides to prove any more points.

I walk down the hall for a few seconds before I realize I don't know where the hell I'm going. Believe it or not I've never been to detention. Yes I can get a little mouthy, but I've known when to pull back enough to keep myself out of trouble. But then again I do know someone who's no stranger to detention. I pull out my cell phone to text message Mischa.

"Where's detention?" I ask.

"Who wants to know?" She replies back, just to be funny.

"Just give me the damn room number." I type and hit send.

"0134" she says back. I make a mental note of the room number and head downstairs. Of course Mischa was standing in the doorway waiting for me.

"You're in detention?" she asks cheezing.

"Yeah, that bitch Mr. Jeffers had a problem with me telling this guy off this morning." I instantly realize I cursed with the teacher sitting in front of me.

"Oh don't worry about Mrs. Anderson, she's nice. Well since you have to be here I might as well welcome you to my world." She says laughing. “Here sign in and come sit.”

I do what she says and walk over to where she’s arranging two of the desks together. Her cell phone beeps and she laughs and holds it up. There’s a message that says “Study hard b” from Maya, literally. That girl wouldn’t curse to save her life.

“What’s that about?” I ask.

“She bet me that I can’t beat her GPA.”

I laugh. “You can’t, Miss 4.0 would kill you first.”

“Well I could’ve with my AP class, but that’s not happening with our math teacher. I guess I owe that heifer twenty dollars. Anyway, why did you get detention again? I wasn’t here this morning to see.”

I roll my eyes. “The guy was messing with Maya and I apparently cursed him out and threatened him.” I say half imitating Mr. Jeffers. “Wait, where were you this morning?”

She smiles. “Well, me and Chris went out for breakfast and it kind of ran over. It's not like I was dying to come here anyway.”

"You’re still dating that old man?" I ask.

"He's not old he's 22."

I look at her like I don't believe what she's saying.

"...And a half." She says.

"Suuure"

"Ok! He's 24."

I roll my eyes and act like I'm dialing my cell phone. "Hello 911? There's this dusty old man that's dating my 17 year old friend."

"He's not an old man, he looks damn good."

"Whatever, does this old man have a name?

She pauses and looks at the board. "Jason." She mumbles.

"Who?" A ask again even though I heard her.

"Jason!"

Some girl turns around since Misch said that too loud. "I heard you." I say in a loud whisper. "There better be more than one Jason."

"Nope, same one." She laughs and shrugs.

"That's not funny."

"What? It's not that serious" She says laughing.

“It's not that serious! You’re dating Jason.”

“Yup.” She says flatly.

“Kina’s ex-boyfriend Stephen’s brother?”

“Yes.”

“The racist bitch?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh whatever, here we go again with that. I know the ‘story’ ” She says making air quotes.

“But you’re still dating him.”

“Yes I am, like you said, his brother was the problem, Jason didn’t do a thing.”

“Ok, you’re being stupid. What makes you think they aren’t exactly the same?”

“Because I know.”

“Well I know he’s a pig. He’s racist, sexist and don’t come crying to me when he leaves you looking stupid.”

"I’ll end up looking just fine. All of that crap you think you know is hearsay, maybe Kina was the problem."

I go to start yelling at her, but she cuts me off.

"Wait.” She pauses and sighs. “I didn't mean that and I'm sorry. You’re my best friend and the only person I want to talk to about him right now. Can you just please be behind me on this?"

She tries to give a sad look but I look away. "No, you wouldn't have this to deal with if you weren't being a dumbass."

Mischa looks at me before making a face and pulling her desk away from me and back into its original position. I sigh, picking up my bag and moving to one of the chairs across the room. She can go into one of her little bitchy moods all she wants. She's an idiot for dealing with that guy and I'm not going to stand behind her on it.