After school my friends and Kyle meet me at my locker. I've been quiet the whole day after the Spanish incident and I knew they could tell something was up.

"Hey, darling? What's wrong? We know you're feeling bad, can you explain to us?" Kyle asks me with sad eyes.

"I just," I start. "I got a detention." I sigh and burry my head in my hands. "It wasn't even my fault! It was this girl named Kimmy. And now I have to explain to Harry. We just had an argument, now we're gonna have another!" I say, beginning to cry.

"Hey, hey, calm down, El. We're going to figure this out okay. I'm sure Harry's going to understand once you explain. Can you tell us what happened?" Kyle says and pulls me in for a hug. I hug him back and take a deep breath.

"Yeah," I say as we begin to walk home. "So I was doing a worksheet in class and then this bitch named Kimmy got all mad at me for trying out for the musical, so she dumps her smoothie on her paper and blames it on me!" I yell becoming annoyed. "And the worst part is that when the teacher asked me if I did it, I couldn't speak, all because of my stupid anxiety. I'm such an idiot. I could have prevented this."

"Hey, you're not an idiot, Ellie. And also, Kimmy is just a terrible person. She thinks she's special because she's popular, but she's no different from the rest of us. Don't let her push you around like that," Ryan said trying to comfort me.

"Ryan's right, El, Kimmy is an awful person," Kyle says. I decide not to tell Kyle about the fact that Kimmy has a crush on him because I figure he'd leave me for her.

"Thanks, guys. I guess I just need to explain to Harry. I just am overwhelmed, that's all," I say, finally calming down.

"Okay. Well, you tell us how it goes with Harry, and text us if you need anything. We'll see you later," Claire says as we reach my house. Everyone says their goodbyes and I walk begin to walk inside, my nervousness kicking in.

"Hi, love, how was school?" Harry asks as I enter. He was sitting at the table on laptop. It looks like he was doing something for work.

"I...," I start and then take a deep breath. "Dad, please don't be mad at me. It wasn't my fault, I promise," I beg and begin to cry.

Harry turns off he laptop quickly and came over to me, looking worried. "Hey, don't worry," he says and wipes my tears. "I won't get mad. Let's go sit down and talk about it." He wraps an arm around my shoulder and I follow him to the living room where we sit down on the couch.

"Okay, you tell me what happened," Harry says in a comforting tone.

I nod my head. "I... Dad, I got," I start and then start to cry again. Ugh, I was so over-dramatic.

"Love, you can tell me. That's how I'm able to help you," Harry says and pulls me into a hug. I let my tears fall, soaking his shirt as I continue to sob. "Shh," Harry soothes and rubs my back. "We're gonna get through whatever this is."

A few minutes pass and I sit up and look at Harry. He gives me a soft smile, urging me to continue. "I swear it wasn't my fault, but I got... I got a d-detention," I say quietly, just loud enough for Harry to hear. I hate that I was disappointing Harry so much. He adopted me less than a week ago and were about to enter our second argument.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, El, I'm not mad," Harry says as I begin to tear up again. "Can you explain how you got it?" He asks after a few minutes pass.

I nod my head slowly. "This girl in my class got mad at me for trying out for the musical and then she dumped her drink on her paper. Then she told the teacher that I did it and he gave me a detention," I sob. "And when he asked me if I did it, I couldn't say anything because I was too nervous."

Harry rubs my back. "Aw, love, it's going to be okay. I'm going to email your teacher. When is your detention?" Harry asks.

"Tomorrow after school," I say.

"Okay. I'll email him in a few minutes, but first tell me about this girl who was being mean to you," Harry says, clearly concerned. He propped his head up on his hand which was leaned against the couch.

"Her names Kimmy... she's just been really rude to me since I started school," I sigh. "She thinks I'm trying to take the lead role in the musical just because I've been hanging out with Kyle and he is the theatre captain. But that's impossible because only seniors can get the leads," I explain.

Harry nods his head, understanding. "Well, I'll explain to your teacher that Kimmy was being rude to you and that he should switch your seat," Harry tells me.

"No, Dad. I don't want her to think I made a big deal about the detention. Don't tell him to switch my seat, please," I say, pleading.

"Honey, it wouldn't be a big deal if you switched seats, I promise," Harry informs. "But if you don't want me to ask him to move your seat, I won't."

"Thanks, Dad," I say and curl up next to him.

"Hey, promise me something?" Harry asks.

"Mhm?" I say in response while fiddling with the end of Harry's shirt.

"If this Kimmy girl ever does anything mean to you ever again, you'll tell me," he says.

"Okay, Dad," I say. "I promise."

"Good. Because you're a wonderful girl, and you never deserve to be treated that way."