I swallow my mouth-full of food hard, and it sinks slowly down my throat. She asks me this question again, and it rings in my head over and over again.

'What's your dirt, Imbert?' 

"Ask anyone. Even ask Elijah." I pick up my tray and stalk away from the table, Nikki's calls to me seem distant as my mind races. Turning over my tray in the trash, I allow the half eaten sandwich to fall into the bag along with an untouched apple and opened milk carton.

"Hey, Lily! How you been?" The unfriendly yet familiar voice fills my ears and I internally groan.

I spin on my heel to face her, a noticeable ferociousness in this movement.

"Woah-ho ho ho, a little angry, are we?" Kaylee queries, testing my temper.

"What do you want, Kaylee." I ask, teeth gritted.

"I just want to let you know, that I will make sure that Nikki knows about what you did. You do remember, don't you?" She drops the fake friendly act.

I gulp and blink slowly, nodding unnoticed. 

"Oh, you know, when you and Ethan got a little, for lack of better term, hot and heavy?" She giggles and her friend, Ellie, shows at her side, giggling with her.

"In, oh, what was it, 7th grade?" She gets closer to me and presses her  pointer finger hard against my chest. "Or when you gave Aiden a little something extra in the bathroom in 8th? Oh weren't those the days... But, as I was saying, I will make sure that your new best friend knows what the slut you are." She says this with a certain venom, before dropping her finger and backing up.

"Well, see you around!" She waves at me and my vision goes red. My feet are moving forward. 

I take less than 3 small steps before I leap to her and tangle my hands in her hair, yanking all I can. Ellie shrieks at this sight and I laugh. I feel her hair sliding through my fingers when I hear Kaylee whimper and let go.

"Leave me the hell alone or next time it's worse." I whisper and she nods, scampering off with Ellie and holding her head. A slight guilt spreads through my stomach, down my forearms, and to my pulsing fingertips.

"Lily! What did I just see??" Mrs. Camps struts to my side and grabs hold of my arm, yanking me to her office. The guilt fades and soon vanishes.

"She-she provoked me! She called me a slut! She was bullying me!!!" I yell, struggling to get out of her grip.

"Violence is not the answer. You should have told a teacher, or me, for that matter." She says calmly, stomping up the stairs.

"Like you would have done s**t!" I yell once again, pulling against her.

My principal stops in front of me and stares daggers into my eye sockets.

"I dare you to say that again. Go ahead, say it. Go ahead, pull another girl's hair. I could call your parents at any time and we could say what they have to say. I have given you plenty of chances. This is the last one." She lets go of my arm so suddenly I have to double check that it's really gone. 

"Now go to the lockers and get to your next class. Next time this will be different." I nod and sprint back downstairs and through the halls, catching my breath once I make it to my locker.

"Lily, hey." I ignore this voice, thinking it's Nikki or something, my locker door blocking the being speaking to me.

"It's-It's Elijah." The being speaks again. I scoff and continue to ignore it, grabbing my Spanish notebook.

"Lily." The stern voice reaches around onto the door and slams it, making me jump back and drop my book.

"What?" I mumble, borderline paralyzed from the sight in front of me.

He bends down and picks up my textbook, pencil case, and of course, notebook.

"I, uh, wanted to apologize." Elijah Donnell studies his shoes while he says this and I stare at his head with a dumbstruck look upon my face.

"For-for what exactly?" He sighs.

"For everything! I know I was a huge piece of crap to you, so I'm sorry. This doesn't mean we're friends." He walks away and I half-yell a reply to his back.

"Oh--Okay! Um, thanks?" I blush and face-palm, my stutter of a reply seeming to be the worst thing I've done in a long while. 

A/N Hope you enjoyed! If you didn't tell my why :P