Chapter Eight: The Fight

LIA'S POV

After school, when there were no teachers around, I went around to find that idiot Isabella. How could she do this to Phineas?

She could've just told him to, like, keep quiet. Well, considering that Phineas babbles a lot about what's in his mind, she probably got annoyed. Still, I should really confront her.

I found her alone, and I wondered where Buford was.
Perfect. I get to confront her one-on-one. I thought to myself.

I slowly approached her, and I noticed that she was in a bad mood. I decided to not act aggressively, at least for now. I then asked her, "What's up with you and Phineas? Any...um, grudges?"

ISABELLA'S POV

Geez, why does she have to ask that right now?

I thought. I wasn't really in the mood to talk, and I was also thinking of other things.

I turned around to face her, and I told her,

"Lia, I am not in the mood to talk."

Then, Buford came. I smiled and greeted him. Then, he started up a conversation with me. I felt better when he's there for me.

Suddenly, Lia said from behind me,

"Not in the mood, huh?"

Lia then slapped me, right in the cheek, and screamed,

I saw Buford's eyes widen, and he said "I'll call Ms. Howell." Then, he ran as fast as he could to get our principal to calm Lia down.

Lia then tackled me and pushed me, really furious.

"Phineas doesn't deserve a ‘friend‘ like you!" she screamed.

LIA'S POV

I grabbed her hair and pulled it, and as she screamed in pain, I kicked her leg. But, I was pushed out of balance by Isabella, and she pinned me down, slapping my face with so much force. Then, Buford came back with the teacher, and she finally let go.

Our principal, whose name was Ms. Howell, then asked,

"What's happening here? Stop whatever you two are doing, and follow me to the principal's office!"
Sheesh, the only teacher left had to be the principal.

In the office, Isabella and I explained why we were fighting, but Ms. Howell didn't want an explanation, and we were both suspended for 2 weeks.

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