The beginning of our day was somewhat uneventful. Apparently Mr. Morgan had pulled enough strings that neither of us would have to serve ISS, and the restraining order was hours away from being dissolved.
The whispers that followed us to every class and through the hallways were more than I expected. People were treating us like we were either royalty or scum, but there was no in-between. We were some of the first kids to make it to Mr. Casick's class, when we saw the very bruised Cole walking into class. At first his eyes went huge, followed quickly by a swell in his chest and a set to his jaw. "Shouldn't you two be in the office?" He complained, standing feet away from the desk he usually inhabited.
"We were let out early for good behavior." Michael spat, his eyes blazing ho
