Mark looked at both of us. “Let’s handle this together. All three of us. Right now.”
I blinked, surprised. He was usually the one who wanted to “sleep on it” or “wait for the right vibe.”
Emily blinked, eyes widening. “Now? Like, in the middle of second period?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Before you have time to talk yourself out of it. We’re going to walk into that office and hand them that legal pad.”
Entering the school felt different with both of us at her side.
We asked to see the counselor.
All three of us squeezed into the small office, and Emily laid everything out. The counselor — a woman with warm eyes and a tight, no-nonsense bun — listened carefully without cutting her off. When Emily finished, silence settled over the room.
“Leave this with me,” the counselor said. “This falls directly under our harassment policy. I am going to bring in the students involved today, and they will be facing disciplinary action. I’ll be calling their parents before the final bell rings.”
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