[Present Day]

"Can't you sign my report instead?" Sarah replied, making a pouty face and slumping her head on the table.

"Pardon?" I questioned her. 

"That's why Mr. Richard wants to see me, right? To sign my report card." She raised a curious eyebrow at me. Poor girl, she genuinely didn't know what Mr Richard had planned for her. 

A pang of guilt strained my throat. "I can't sign it, I..." 

My words trailed off. What the hell was I doing? I was sending an innocent girl into the lion's den and for what? To save my job? What kind of sick person does that? The tears started welling up in my eyes before I could stop them and before I knew it, I was crying uncontrollably. 

I buried my head in my hands, collapsing on the floor. 

"Oh my god, Miss!" I heard footsteps run over to me and I was wrapped into a warm embrace. "What's wrong?" 

I lifted my head up to meet a concerned Sarah. 

"I'm s-sorry, I've just had a really b-bad day." I spluttered, my shoulders jerking uncontrollably. 

Sarah looked at her shoes. "Miss Williams, I want to apologise for Harry's actions today, he was totally out of pocket." 

I couldn't help but laugh at that statement. This girl obviously had a heart of gold to be apologising on behalf of someone else.

I used the back of my sleeve to wipe my tears. "Thank you, Sarah, but don't be ridiculous, you're hardly responsible for Harry's behaviour."

Sarah pulled a determined expression, she wasn't giving up that easily. "No but I should have said something, I should have stuck up for you! He would have listened to me, Miss!" 

"Harry follows Harry's rules, Sarah," I informed her. "And I know you two have a thing going on but don't get too blind sighted." 

Sarah shook her head. "No, if I asked him to stop, he would have." 

She was starting to get on my nerves. Why was she so sure that Harry would listen to her? What she thinks he's in love with her or something? Just because the two of you bumped genitalia in the school's storage room, doesn't make you husband and wife.

"All I'm saying is I've known Harry longer than you have, okay? So maybe I know what I'm talking about." 

She shrugged. "Well, regardless of time, I know Harry." 

I chuckled. "Yeah?" Did you know he was fist deep in me yesterday? 

"Yeah, of course, I am his girlfriend after all." 

My heart stopped. I ceased breathing. The whole world froze on its axes. Did she just say?...

"...what?" I breathed.

"Harry and I are together so, of course, he'd listen to me." She noticed my demeanour. "What?" 

I released myself from Sarah's arm and got up from my position on the floor. "You're an idiot." 

"Huh?" Sarah's eyes were wild with confusion.

"I said you're dumb. He's playing you. Harry doesn't do girlfriends, he doesn't do...relationship!" I flung my hands up in the air to emphasise my point. I didn't know why I was telling Sarah all of this, once the words began flowing, I couldn't stop it.

Sarah got up off the ground. "Uh, Miss, first of all, he does do relationships because he bloody well asked me to be 'his girl' this morning, secondly who exactly are you calling dumb?" 

"I'm calling you dumb, hun, because you can't see the game that's being played right in front of your eyes." I fired back.

Sarah gritted her teeth. "I ain't your hun and, with all due respect, you need to mind your own."

"I'm only speaking the truth." 

"Your truth." 

"His truth."

"You don't know the bloke!" 

My blood boiled, I clenched my fists. "I know him waaay better than your incoherent ass!" 

Sarah folded her arms. "What is it with you southerners? What, you think just because I'm from Newcastle and I have an accent that I'm stupid or something?" 

"I think that you think just because you have light eyes and curly hair, that all the boys are going to line up to fall in love with you. Harry's different."

"Oh! My fucking bad! So it's not my region you have an issue with, it's my appearance?" 

"I have an issue with your attitude."

"Only one with an attitude is you! I'd rather be young and hot than an ugly bitch!"

"I dare you to call me that again!" I marched forward until I was standing right in front of her, our noses almost touching. 

She tilted her chin up. "Ugly. Bitch." 

That's when I spat. I was aiming for her cheek but my saliva hit her right on her eyelid. Sarah repulsed backwards in disgust, screaming her head off. 

"Fucking dirty bitch!" She cursed as she used the back of her blazer to scrub her eye. I wasn't expecting it when she suddenly charged at me. I was pinned against the wall with Sarah's thumbs digging into my oesophagus, squeezing the air out of me. 

I grabbed onto her wrists and attempted to pry her off me. My lungs were seconds from exploding before I finally managed to wrestle her off. 

I hunched over, wheezing and coughing. Suddenly remembering Sarah was still in the room, I stumbled backwards to create distance between us. This psycho tried to kill me!

Sarah was shaking and you could tell she was on the brink of tears. "Miss I-" 

I raised a hand to stop her. 

"Mr Richard... wants... to see you." I breathed in huge gulps of air. "You should go."