Chapter Forty Two - He better get what is coming to him...

Farrah

I was in a good mood, have been since the weekend, and my day at school so far has been good. I was at my locker, putting my things away. I was meeting Asher, Violet and Stuart in the lunch hall. I had my back turned, and someone came up behind me, feeling my ass. I giggle, believing it was Asher.

“Can you not behave for two minutes,”

I turned around after saying it and soon realised it wasn’t Asher at all. It was Paul.

“How dare you touch me without permission?” I snap.

Paul stepped forward, trapping me between his body and the lockers.

“You sounded like you enjoyed it,” he smirks.

“I thought it was Asher. Get the hell away from me, Paul!” I hiss.

He didn’t listen. He stayed put, pressing himself against me.

“Come on. You need a real man, not someone like him,” he laughs.

No, he was not doing this to me again. I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him with all the strength I had in. He stumbled but came back at me. The look in his eyes was scary. He looks like a completely different person. Pushing him didn’t work, then there is only one thing for it.

I lifted my arm, and before he saw it coming, my fist connected with his jaw, and this time he hit the floor.

“Asher is a real man, and you are nothing but a disgusting piece of shit,” I shout.

Some people were in the hall, but most were away to the lunch hall or out of school for lunch.

“Farrah, there is no room for violence in this school,”

I hear a firm voice say from behind me. I knew it was the principal.

“You are in trouble now,” Paul says from the floor, a smug look on his face.

“What is going on here?” the principal asked.

“Ask her. She is the one that attacked me,” Paul said.

The bastard! He is going to turn this on me!

“Are you OK, Paul?”

The principal offers him a hand, helping him to his feet.

“Yes, Sir, I am fine, but I think Farrah may have some issues. Asher is a bad influence on her,”

Surely the principal is not going to believe Paul’s bullshit! He should know him by now. And Paul has no right bringing Asher into this.

“Then you go get lunch. We can talk later, Paul,” he said, “As for you, Farrah, my office,” he adds firmly.

Paul smirked at me when the principal wasn’t looking before walking off. I followed the principal to the office, and he told me to take a seat, and he sat in his office chair.

“Farrah, what hasn’t gotten into you? Maybe Paul was right. Asher is a bad influence,” he said.

Oh, hell no, Asher isn’t getting blamed for this. Paul is not getting away with harassing me either.

“This has nothing to do with Asher,” I said firmly, “And Paul deserved it. He is the one that came up behind me, touched me inappropriately and then tried to pin me against the lockers,”

“Is that the truth or are you trying to keep yourself out of trouble?” he questions.

Is he serious right now? He thinks I am making something like that up.

“It is the truth. It isn’t the first time he has been inappropriate and not only to me, and you know that Sir,” I state, “And something has to be done about it, and if not, I will go above your head and report him,”

I am sick and tired of people getting away with shit like this! It isn’t right. I know I am not the only one Paul has been inappropriate with.

“Is that why you hit him?” he asks, and I nod, “Violence is not ever the answer, Farrah,”

“What so I am not allowed to stick up for myself? I have just to let him do as he pleases?”

“What, no, of course not. You have the right to stick up for yourself,” he said, “I will talk to him and get things sorted,”

“Thank you, now what is going to happen to me?” I sigh.

“Detention after school, but other than you are free to go,” he said, “And I will talk to Paul,” he adds.

“Will he be punished?” I question.

“Yes. I will talk to his other teachers and some of the others, students,” he said, “Now, you go and enjoy the rest of your lunch,”

I thanked him, heading out. Yes, the principal said Paul would be punished, but I will believe when I see it. I know his parents are wealthy and do a lot for this school. I wouldn’t be surprised if he only gets a slap on the wrist.

I sigh, heading out of the office and to the lunch hall. I know everyone will be wondering where I went to, and Asher is probably worried. I check my phone, seeing I had a missed call and a couple of texts. I didn’t respond because I will be with them in a few minutes.

I look around, finally spotting them and made my way over.

“Where were you? Is everything OK?” Asher asked worriedly.

“It is a long story. I will tell you later,” I said, taking a seat.

I didn’t want to get into it, not right now. If I tell Asher while we are still in school, he will go on the warpath and go straight for Paul. That is not what I want.

“Are you OK?” he asked, taking my hand.

“I will be. We can talk after school,” I said, kissing him softly.

He didn’t seem to like the idea of waiting to know what was wrong, but he nodded and left it at that as I wanted.

“Do you want something to eat, baby girl?” he asks.

“No, I am not that hungry,” I sigh.

“Here have the rest of my fries,” he smiles.

“Thanks, love,”

He pushed them over to me, and I picked at them. I had a sickly feeling in my stomach, and I know it was due to Paul. Jackass!

“What do you want to do after school?” he asks.

“Um, I have detention,”

“What? Why? Since when do you get detention?” Asher asks, shocked.

I couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping my lips at the look on his face.

“It is part of the long story that I don’t want to talk about right now,”

Asher sighs, shaking his head. I kiss him again. I wanted to distract him before he started firing questions at me. It worked. He smiles at my lips, and when we pull away, he doesn’t mention it. I know he wanted to mention getting answers from me, but at the same time, he wanted to respect what I said, and that is why he doesn’t say anything.

I eat a couple of fries and then rest my head on his shoulder. I wasn’t in much of a talking mood, but the three talked enough to keep a conversation going.

I was dreading detention, but what I was dreading more was telling Asher what went down with Paul. I can worry about that later. The day couldn’t get any worse.

I have been having such a good few days, and now Paul has ruined that. He better get what he deserves!