{3} Freshman

Now, the story.

I stepped off the bus, turning back to wait for Colt and Ava.
"So, as I was saying, My Chemical Romance is the best!" Ava exclaimed. I laughed.
"MCR broke up three years ago, Ava," I informed her.
"She knows," Colt said. "She just refuses to acknowledge it."
I smiled. "Oh, Ava."
As we entered the building a random person pushed past me.
"Rude," Ava muttered.
"Leave it," I said. She glared at the person, but heeded my advice and didn't rip his face off.
We stopped at Colt and Ava's lockers first because they were closer. The guy who pushed me passed us, walking down the hall. When the twins had collected their books we moved on the my locker.
"I'm bored." Ava leaned against the locker next to me.
I smiled. "But we've only been in school for two minutes. You haven't given it a chance to bore you yet."
Colt laughed, leaning against the locker on her other side. "Yeah Ava, give it a chance."
I smiled at my friends as I closed my locker and locked it before leaning on the hard metal box.
Ava laughed sarcastically. "There is no way I'm giving school a chance."
Colt was looking down the hall. "Well, look who it is."
I turned to see the dude who shoved me leaned up against the locker behind me, smirking.
I glared. "What do you want?"
He inspected his nails. "Oh, nothing. Tranny."
Ava hissed as he walked away, but Colt and I grabbed her arms.
"If you care about me you'll let me mutilate his perfect face!" She screeched.
I laughed. "He's just an ignorant jerk, let it be."
Colt didn't laugh, didn't smile. He just stood there, jaw clenched with one hand restricting Ava from killing the jerk.
Eventually Ava stopped struggling and we could let go and head to first block.
When we arrived and sat down in our usual seats, guess who walks in; Jerky McJerkface. Ava shifted in her seat, glaring. I almost laughed, but managed to keep myself from reacting. Colt didn't do anything, he just sat there, staring at the whiteboard in the front of the classroom. So of course when Jerky McJerkface notices our presence he comes over towards us, taking a seat across from Colt. This puts him diagonal to me and next to Ava, which was clearly a mistake on his part. When the English block began and we had to discuss the book we were reading as a class in groups, Ava's hostility immediately escalated to the point of poking him with a mechanical pencil and cussing him out.
The teacher, Mr. Pyke, came over to see why Jerky was whining.
Long story short, five minutes later we were in the principal's office. Ava and Jerky were sitting in chairs side by side in front of the principal while Colt and I leaned against the wall behind them.
"So," Mr. Swanson said. "Why are you here?"
"She stabbed me!" Jerky exclaimed, pointing at Ava. She scowled.
"He hurt my friend, so I poked him with a mechanical pencil," she explained.
Mr. Swanson raised his eyebrows. "And?"
Ava rolled her eyes. "And I called him a fucking ass hat," she muttered.
Mr. Swanson's eyebrows rose higher, if that's even possible. "You called him what?"
"A fucking ass hat," she said, louder this time.
"Why?"
"Because he hurt my friend."
Mr. Swanson glanced at us. "How  is that?"
"He pushed Caia," she said. "And called her the 't' word."
"The what word?"
"A tranny," Jerky explained for her. Ava hissed, lunging at him.
I headed for Ava, pulling her off Jerky McJerkface. Colt pulled Jerky off of his sister and pinned him to a wall, leaning against him with his shoulder digging into Jerky's chest. I struggled to keep Ava in her chair, so I eventually resorted to sitting on her.
Mr. Swanson sighed, exasperated. "Freshman," he muttered.
I exchanged glances with Colt and Ava.
"Anyway." He put on his reading glasses. "For your punishments..."