Trevor’s P.O.V.
It's only the second hour and people already ruined her chances of coming back tomorrow. Olivia had just called Jeremy a p*****t and ran out of the school. She probably doesn't even know it yet, and I forgot to mention that I live in the same neighborhood as her. I was so mad and in a bad place in my mind to even mention it. I'll have to check on her later. She probably just needs some space like most of the girls in this school.
Everyone was crowded around Jeremy, but he wasn’t getting away with what he did. I pressed through the crowd and threw a punch right to Jeremy’s mouth.
He screamed. His face grew angry after that. He touched his lips; blood came off on his fingers. He went to throw a punch at me, but he missed. I pushed him against the lockers, having a hold of his shirt by the collar.
“If you pull something like that again, I swear, I will beat you to a pulp. Got it?” My voice was rough and raspy. “You’re not doing the same thing you did to the last five girls.”
“Trevor! Jeremy! Principal’s office now!” Mr. Stokes screamed down the hall. I pushed him into the lockers hard, then let him go.
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When we got to the Principal’s office, we sat in our usual seats.
“What happened this time boys?” Mr. Stokes asked. His face flushed to a dark red, voice stern.
“He pinned Olivia to the wall and was trying to go up her shirt. He forced her to french him.” I blurted.
“Where is she now?” Mr. Stokes had a worried, yet p*ssed tone to his voice.
“She ran out to her car,” I replied. “I don’t know if she’s left yet,” I added.
Mr. Stokes just turned and left the room.