Summer's Pov
Principal Hassan looked at both of us over his folded hands with the patience of a man who had long since made peace with the fact that his job description included this exact moment.
"Three days," he said. "After school. Two hours each day. Together."
"Together?" Brianna's voice hit a register that probably disturbed nearby wildlife.
"Together," he confirmed, unbothered. "This is not a war zone. It is not a wrestling ring. It is a school, and both of you are going to sit in the same room and think very seriously about your choices."
Brianna turned to look at me like this was my fault specifically, which…fine, I would accept partial responsibility.
I arranged my face into something apologetic. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."
I meant approximately forty percent
