"Um, I, um," Jon started, timidly.
"Yes, Jon?" Miss Felton asked.
"Tiffany ... she, uh, well, she was being mean to me, and, uh, Karyn ... she saw what was happening and protected me."
"Is that was happened?" the gym teacher asked the rest of the students. Shrugs and nods confirmed it. She turned back to Jon. "Well, next time Tiffany does something like that, tell me about it first, okay? I don't want fights in my class, got it?"
"Yes, Miss Felton," Jon said.
On the way to the principal's office, Tiffany and Karyn continued to give each other nasty glances.
"I can't believe I got in trouble over something like this," Tiffany complained. "Listen, you can keep your stupid boyfriend. I got plenty of boys lining up to have a piece of me. Jon isn't worth it," she said, still wiping blood from her cut lip.
Karyn was glad that Tiffany was coming to her senses. But part of her had a feeling that the tension between Tiffany and her, as well as the sexual tension between Tiffany and Jon, wasn't quite over yet. Karyn remembered boys like this Tiffany, back in the normal reality - ones that didn't stop just because a girl told them "no". Now it was the boy who told the girl "no", and was still sexually harassed. Fortunately, that didn't happen with Jon. But if Karyn hadn't been there ...
After entering the main office, Karyn and Tiffany saw a young man in a pretty dress, an adequate amount of make-up on his face, earrings in his ears, and his hair wavy and shoulder-length. It was Mr. Donaldson, the secretary.
He sighed, seeing the two girls entering, recognizing Tiffany as a repeat offender. This wasn't the first time she was in trouble. "Please, take a seat."
They did, then waited for the principal to see them.
