Page 27 of Chasing Sarah

“I don’t understand why Stacy isn’t also sitting in here. The bitch started it,” I growl.

“We have a zero-violence policy here, Sarah. You’re well aware of that. While Stacy may have said some offensive words, it was you who initiated the fight.”

I scoff then glare out the window of his office.

A few minutes later, there is a knock on the door. “Sir, Xander Wilkson is here.”

“Thank you, Brenda. Let him in.”

Xander steps through the doorway with a frown. His face morphs into rage when he takes in my busted lip and the forming bruise on my left cheek.

“What happened?” he barks, swinging his eyes to Principal Rodgers.

“It appears that Sarah was in an altercation with another student.” He holds out a hand, gesturing to the seat next to me. “Please, have a seat.”

“Can’t be an altercation if she got her ass kicked,” I mutter and Principal Rodgers scowls.

I feel Xander’s disapproving eyes on my face but refuse to look at him. When he finds out what Stacy said, he’ll be on my side. I know it.

“Who was the student?” he asks, resting further into his seat.

“It was Stacy,” I answer.

“The same Stacy who has been bullying you since the start of the year?” he snarls.

I nod and he leans forward, shooting daggers at Principal Rodgers.

“Now, Principal Rodgers, if I remember correctly – which I do – we’ve discussed Stacy Jones several times.”

I can’t stop the smug smirk that forms when I see Principal Rodgers swallow tightly, the look of panic on his eyes.

Of my brothers, Xander is the most level-headed, but he’s also the scariest when he’s angry.

“It seems to me my sister handled Stacy; all the while, you and your staff have been sitting with your thumbs up your asses.”

“N-Now, Xander. You know our polic—.”

“You also have a zero-bullying policy, do you not?” Xander interrupts.

Principal Rodger gives a small nod. “W-We do.”

“And yet, nothing has been done regarding Sarah’s bully.” His eyes narrow. “If I receive another phone call about my sister dealing with Stacy instead of you and your staff, you and I will have a problem.”

Xander pushes to a stand. I do the same.

“Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes.”

Without another word, we leave Principal Rodgers in his office and exit the school.

“Let me see your face,” Xander says, taking my chin between his forefinger and thumb, moving my head side to side.

“She barely clocked me,” I say, pushing his hand away.

“What did she say this time?” He pulls open the passenger door and I hop inside his truck.

“That mom didn’t bother sticking around because she was a coke-whore, and I might as well accept that I’ll be one too,” I say when he climbs into the driver’s side.

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