"I didn't mean to punch Joey Summers in the dick.

It just happened.

I was standing by my locker, putting all my shit away, when the monumental jackass named Joey Summers decided to grab my ass. So, naturally, I did what any self respecting girl would do. I grabbed his wrist, removed his hand from my ass and punched him in the dick." I explained to the principal and Holly, my foster mom, as I sat in the principal's office.

"Miss Santiago, you do realize how lucky you are that Mr Summers parents aren't pressing assault charges against you."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I scoffed bitterly.

"Language, Mariana." Holly tried to scold, but I cut her off.

"No. No, no, no. I get sexually assaulted and I'm lucky that Summers isn't pressing charges? Is this a fucking joke? That little shit gets off scotch free and I get punished for fucking self defense!" I stated, beyond pissed.

"Young lady, we do not allow such language—"

"Enough with the bullshit, Harrison!" I cut him off.

"Show some respect, Miss Santiago. I am your elder."

"Respect?" I scoff at the middle aged man. "Respect is earned and you haven't earned shit from me except my dislike for your pathetic excuse of a moral compass!"

"Mariana Rosalinda Santiago!"

"Detention, Miss Santiago! Every Saturday for the next month!"

I rolled my eyes as I got out of my seat and stormed towards the door of the office. I stopped at the doorframe and chuckled bitterly. "Fantastic! I'll probably turn it into the fucking Breakfast Club!"

With that I stormed out of the school, the shouting of the two adults echoing behind me. I ran and ran until I arrived at the place I always go to when I'm upset. The park.

I sat down on the swing set as angry tears streamed down my cheeks. My knuckles turned white from the tight grip I had on the chains of the swing set.

"Mari?"

I quickly wiped my tears and turned to face my best friend of four years. We were always an odd pair. The golden boy jock and the problem child artist.

"Hey, Jase." I greeted in a monotone voice.

"I heard what happened." The blue eyed boy said as he sat down on the swing right beside me.

"What did Holly tell you?" I asked, knowing that my foster mom had called him.

"That you punched a kid in the dick." Jason chuckled, before turning serious again. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I'm pissed beyond belief. If you haven't already noticed." I chuckled sarcastically.

"You want to stay at mine tonight?" He asked, unwrapping my hand from the chain and intertwining our hands.  I simply nodded and gave the Scott boy a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Jase."

"For what?"

"For putting up with my psycho freak bullshit. For always being there for me." I told Jason, looking into his bright blue eyes.

"This isn't the part where you confess your undying love for me right?" He joked, making me roll my eyes.

"In your dreams, dork." I laughed, slightly shoving Jason. "Seriously though, thanks."

"I'll always be here for you, Mar. I love you." He told me with a big grin, as he pulled me up from the swing and we set off towards the Scott house.

"I love you too, Jay."