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“Kaname Watanabe,” she answered while he ushered her into the office. Did he really believe her? To their left, a woman wearing narrow glasses and her black hair wrapped up in a small bun sat at a cluttered desk, typing furiously on the computer without giving either of them the slightest attention. Principal Lockwood—the name wasn’t growing on her—led her to his main office which was beyond the secretary’s desk and to their right. The room was only big enough to comfortably house the principal’s wood desk and chair, a pair of cushioned seats facing them, and three identical, gray file cabinets along the wall to the right of the entrance. After he invited her to take a seat, Lockwood went through the routine she pretty much expected… asking about her parents’ contact information and when would be the best time to get in touch with them. She thought it nice to tell him they were a constantly busy couple instead of saying she had no parents. The closest thing she had to a guardian was a grandmother in California whom she’d only heard about. However, none of that mattered seeing as how she only wanted to buy time until classes changed. If she could catch that idiot in the hall, then maybe she could convince him… somehow. The real problem was getting him to listen. As frustrated as she was with him, he had to be more so with her. So how could she get him to believe her? The bell rang. Kaname hopped up from the seat. “Hold it,” Principal Lockwood warned. “Since you are alone, I can’t allow you to wander around the school. You’ll have to be escorted off campus.” What? No. This may be my last chance to stop it. She sank back into the seat. “I understand, sir. But before you have me escorted, can I ask a favor?” Rondrio twirled a pencil while half-listening to his algebra teacher explain real and imaginary numbers at the chalkboard. A lot of things felt imaginary lately. That stupid girl had the nerve to forbid him! He couldn’t help but get irritated when someone other than his parents tried to tell him what to do. This was worse, seeing as how he didn’t even know the girl’s name. Then there was Reneé’s kiss. Sure, it was just a peck on the forehead and he was probably making a big deal out of nothing, but he couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his mind. Idiot. I bet Reneé hasn’t thought about it at all. Silently sighing, his eyes drifted toward a nearby window. Getting worked up over these girls didn’t make sense. He was smarter than that. He just needed distracting classwork to calm down. That was it. The sooner he got his mind off people, the better. He turned his attention to the unanswered equations on the chalkboard as the pencil slipped from his fingers. It bounced off his open textbook before he caught it, but had the pencil not dropped, the folded piece of paper on his book probably would have gone unnoticed. He quickly frowned at Lashay Martin, a chestnut skinned girl sitting to his right. She stared back with an almost worried look. As quietly as he could, Rondrio unfolded the paper and made sure the broad-shouldered jock in front of him was the perfect shield from the teacher’s eyes. After getting it opened, the note within read, “You okay? You look mad.” Rondrio shook his head. He quickly scratched a response when Mr. Davidson interjected, “Taking notes, Mr. McMillan?” Rondrio’s eyes shot up. Out of reflex, his eyes darted across the room before realizing Mr. Davidson hadn’t moved from the chalkboard. “Detailed,” Rondrio responded while only glancing at the simple equations.