Michelle and I continued our standoff over the next few weeks, but I was growing impatient. Yes, I had kissed her boyfriend, but Michelle had cheated on him, too. I knew two wrongs didn’t make a right, but it wasn’t as black and white as Michelle liked to believe. I couldn’t understand why she wanted to cut me out of her life so completely without even trying to resolve our differences.To make matters worse, Overbrook asked me to stop by his office after school one day. In front of the entire class. The girls ooohed dramatically, hoping I was in trouble, which I probably was. I felt like I was about eight years old, getting reprimanded for fighting at recess. I reminded myself that my number one priority was to win that scholarship to Paris so I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this nonsense next year.At the end of the day, I walked to Easty Hall with an ache in my gut. When parents come down the main drive to campus, Easty Hall is the first building they see—a long, low building of dull gray stone with leaded casement windows and four commanding gables that give the impression that the building disapproves of you.My footsteps echoed across the wooden floors as I walked to Overbrook’s office.
