A/N: Edited a noun oops that recurred throughout the chapter, doesn't take away from it too greatly, I just wasn't referencing my material when I started writing at oh god thirty this morning.

Chapter Twelve

The crowd seemed to part as Jon and Sarah walked through the lobby doors arm in arm, girls glaring at Sare, guys opening staring at her. Mesmirized. The brilliant blush that had covered her cheeks had faded into an even pink that nearly matched the color of the rose on her chest.

Jonathan grinned as he noticed the stares, pulling Sarah closer to him, "I told you they'd never expect it."

"I don't know what they're so intent on staring at, Jonny Boy. It's not like they've never seen a freak in a skirt before." Sarah said, tightening her grip on Jon's arm.

Jonathan turned to say something, but a girl pushed between the pair, nearly knocking Sarah off of her feet, muttering "Get out of the way" as she stomped toward the heart of the lobby.

"Watch your mouth, Prancer, or watch it get hit," Sarah called to the girl angrily.

Veronica Prancer stopped and turned to face Sarah, "Are you threatening me, D'angelo? Is that what that was?"

"No, that was a warning. The threat would have been 'Watch your mouth or I'll beat your scrawny ass.' Can you hear the difference, or do I need to slow it down for you?"

Jon laughed, a sound that filled the lobby and turned the heads of everyone who heard it, "God, Veronica, does it make me giggle when you look like that. Oh wait, that's the face you normally wear."

A couple of kids laughed, quickly averting their eyes as the girl glared at them.

"You think that's funny, huh? I guess you two haven't looked in a mirror today," she said, "you two look ridiculous. Especially in that cheap skirt, D'angelo."

Without warning, Sarah threw her fist at Veronica, hitting her square in the eye.

"I warned you, Prancer. And by God, I swear if they expell me, it'll be worth it for whatever pain I just inflicted."

"D'angelo, Brichton, Prancer! Dean's office, NOW!" Mrs. Everly bellowed, charging out of her hallway.

Veronica glared at Jon and Sarah as she turned and headed for the office. The other two laughed and followed behind her, still arm in arm.

"Who do you think you are, D'angel, that you can run around hit anyone you want?" Everly hissed.

"I think I'm Sarah Marie D'angelo," Sarah said, pulling her arm free of Jon, "and I don't take shit from two-faced, arrogant, self-absorbed pansies like Prancer."

Mrs. Anderson stared in open-mouthed shock until the door behind her opened, revealing a stout looking young man with a stern expression on his face.

"Mrs. Anderson, might I ask what you and your students are doing standing in front of my office? Dean Saunders asked, opening the door to let the four in.

Everly went in first, followed by Veronica, Sarah, and Jon, "I caught Miss D'angelo punching Miss Prancer in the lobby."

"And that has what to do with Mr. Brichton, exactly?" Saunders said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against his desk.

"If Miss D'angelo was involved, it's quite likely that Mr. Brichton was involved as well, sir."

Jon glared at Mrs. Everly, "If Sarah is going to get in trouble for what she did, then so should I."

Saunders raised his eyebrow at the young man, "And why is that?"

"Because if Sarah hadn't hit Prancer, I would have. Veronica was out of line in what she said and did, and Sarah had a right to strike out at the injustice, seeing as no one else would have stood up for her, or me." Jon said, setting his hand on Sarah's shoulder.

Sarah put her hand ontop of Jon's fighting the urge to look at him. Her heart beat heavily and quickly in her chest as she waited for the dean, or Anderson, to respond.

The dean stared at the pair for a moment before shifting his attention to Veronica, "Why do you think she hit you, Miss Prancer."

Mr. Saunder's question made the girl falter, but she quickly regained her composure, saying, "I'm sure I don't know, Dean Saunders. I was minding my own business and then she just hit me."

"You lying little skank!" Sarah cried, "You pushed Jonny and me, and ridiculed us. You have been since I transfered here!"

Mrs. Everly bristled and pointed a warning finger at the girl, "Watch your language, Miss D'angelo. You are treading on thin ice as it is."

"Elizabeth, take Miss Prancer into the office, I want a word with Mr. Brichton and Miss D'angelo alone." Dean Saunders said, his eyes intent on Sarah.