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andlt;bandgt;andlt;aandgt;The Aftermathandlt;/aandgt;andlt;/bandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Office of the Superintendent, 11:26 a.m.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Kelseyandlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;I am in so much trouble. So, so, so much trouble. Seriously, I cannot even begin to andlt;iandgt;imagineandlt;/iandgt; the kind of trouble Iand#8217;m in. Itand#8217;s the kind of trouble you hope youand#8217;re never going to be in, the kind of trouble you hear people talk about, and you go, andlt;iandgt;and#8220;Wow, what an idiot. Iand#8217;m glad Iand#8217;m never going to be in that kind of trouble.and#8221;andlt;/iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Iand#8217;m probably going to get kicked out of school. My second school in three months. What will happen to me then? Where will I even go? The last school I got kicked out of was Concordia Prep, a private school, so of course I got put into public school. But where do you go when you get kicked out of public school? Reform school or something?andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;God, that would be horrible. I could never last at a reform school. I have a pink Kate Spade purse, for Godand#8217;s sake. I got it at the Kate Spade outlet, but still. Reform school would eat me alive. Iand#8217;d be like one of those girls on those shows on Spike TV, where they take the teen troublemakers and put them in jail for a day to show them where theyand#8217;re headed, and they all break down and start crying and completely lose their shit.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;I shift in my chair and look at the clock: 11:27. The meeting with the superintendent, Dr. Ostrander, is supposed to start in three minutes, and Isaac still isnand#8217;t here. Not that Iand#8217;m surprised. Isaac is never on time to anything.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The clockand#8217;s hand ticks over to 11:28, and I start to think that maybe heand#8217;s not coming. That maybe somehow his dad got him out of it, and that Iand#8217;m going to be left dealing with this mess on my own.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;But then the door to the office opens, and Isaac walks in. His dark eyes scan the room, moving over the secretary, taking in the closed door that leads to Dr. Ostranderand#8217;s office, and then finally landing on me. Without even talking to the secretary or telling anyone heand#8217;s there, he walks over and plops himself down in the chair two down from me.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He doesnand#8217;t say anything, just keeps his gaze facing forward. I sneak a look at him out of the corner of my eye. Heand#8217;s wearing pressed khaki pants, a light blue button-down shirt, and a red-and-blue tie. His black shoes are perfectly shined, his hair freshly gelled. He looks put together, in control, and, as always, completely gorgeous. Thereand#8217;s a slight scowl on his face, but it only serves to make him look more in charge of the situation, like he canand#8217;t believe what a total waste of time this whole thing is.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He turns to look at me, and when he does, he catches andlt;iandgt;meandlt;/iandgt; looking at andlt;iandgt;him,andlt;/iandgt; and my heart stops.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Hey,and#8221; I say. Iand#8217;m not sure if weand#8217;re talking, but the word is out of my mouth before I can stop it.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Hey.and#8221; His tone is clipped. Heand#8217;s still mad at me for what happened, still hurt, still upset. Still probably doesnand#8217;t want to give me another chance.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;I was starting to think you werenand#8217;t going to come,and#8221; I say. Itand#8217;s a lame thing to say, but Iand#8217;m desperate to keep the conversation going.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Why wouldnand#8217;t I come?and#8221; He looks like he thinks Iand#8217;m crazy for doubting he would show up.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;I donand#8217;t know. I thought maybe your dad . . .and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He rolls his eyes and looks away.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Anyway,and#8221; I say, and#8220;Iand#8217;m glad youand#8217;re here.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He doesnand#8217;t reply, just pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. His fingers move over the screen, checking his texts, reading something, typing a reply. I wonder who heand#8217;s texting with. Marina? Doubtful, but honestly, at this point, nothing would surprise me.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Mr. Brandano, Ms. Romano?and#8221; the secretary says. and#8220;Dr. Ostrander will see you now.and#8221; I take a deep breath and stand up. I smooth my skirt, a simple black pencil skirt chosen in an effort to make me look mature and trustworthy.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Here we go,and#8221; I say to Isaac, and flash him a smile. Itand#8217;s an attempt to show that weand#8217;re in this together, that weand#8217;re both heading into the lionand#8217;s den, but that maybe we can be okay if we just depend on each other.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;But Isaac doesnand#8217;t say anything. He just turns on the heel of his superexpensive, supershiny black shoe and walks toward Dr. Ostranderand#8217;s office door. I stand there for a moment, blinking back the tears that are threatening to spill down my cheeks.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Iand#8217;m upset because Isaac wonand#8217;t talk to me, but mostly Iand#8217;m upset because I know that this whole thing is my fault. The reason we might get kicked out of school. The reason everythingand#8217;s so completely screwed up. And most of all, the reason we broke up. The reason Iand#8217;ve probably lost him forever.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Iand#8217;ve spent so many hours thinking about it, going over it again and again in my mind. If I start doing that now, Iand#8217;ll drive myself crazy, letting my thoughts become a tangled mess. And I need to keep my mind clear for this meeting. So I wipe at my eyes with the back of my hand and then force myself to head into Dr. Ostranderand#8217;s office.