Jackson
I walked into the principal’s office and grabbed the chair in front of his desk. Swinging it around backwards, I straddled it and gave John Spellman the stare down. I’d had plenty of run-ins with the man over the last four years, so when he glanced up and saw me glaring at him, he just sighed and set his papers aside.
“What is it this time, Lockheart?”
“Have you seen the video that’s flying around?”
He coughed into his hand, and his neck grew a little red. “Erm, yes, it might have been brought to my attention by another member of the staff.”
“So? Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”
He couldn’t hold my stare. His eyes dropped to his desk, and he started shuffling papers. “Well, the incident clearly did not take place on school property, so I’m afraid it
