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was that I had hit a football player before some stupid school-rivalry game. If Mr. Shelder were to call my parents, he would have to discuss it with the quarterback’s family as well. Something I suspected he would want to delay until after the game. After all, he didn’t want to be forced into sidelining our star player over a simple misunderstanding in the cafeteria. High school really sucks.
    â€œBut because this is a first-time behavior from you, I hope detention will be a sufficient deterrent if you are ever tempted toward violence again.”
    I slung my backpack over my shoulder. “I’ll be sure to check myself before I wreck myself next time. Better yet, I’ll reprimand him using my indoor voice.”
    The silence that filled the room triggered my guilt reflex. It wasn’t really Mr. Shelder’s fault that I was in this mess. If he went out on a limb for me and actually tried to change the dynamic at Smith High School, it might put his job in jeopardy.
    â€œSorry,” I mumbled. “No more fighting. Behave myself. Write a nonviolent story for the school newspaper. Got it.”
    â€œGood. Wait, what was that about the school paper?”
    â€œNothing. Just ignore me.” I winced as my own words sank in. “Shouldn’t be hard for you to do.”
    And with that I walked out of his office—only to be confronted by my friends.
    â€œJane, you’re officially my hero! That was phenomenal! The way you sucker punched him in the face . . .” Corey whistled appreciatively. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    Isobel still didn’t appear to have found her voice. She just stood there in the hallway gaping at me. Unfortunately, Kenzie has never had a problem speaking her mind when it comes to me.
    â€œAre you deranged? What were you thinking? Oh, I forgot. You weren’t thinking! Seriously, Jane, what part of enormous football player did you not understand?”
    Logan put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Even after a month of watching Kenzie’s eyes turn dreamy whenever Logan was around, it still struck me as strange to see them actually doing couple-y things. My best friend dating a Notable who treated me like a geeky kid sister . . . yeah, that was one change that definitely required some adjustment time. “Mack, breathe. Jane, how are you feeling? Besides your eye, what hurts?”
    The searing pain I felt in the cafeteria hadn’t lessened, and I struggled not to resent that my so-called friends were yapping at me when they could be doing something helpful . Like shooting me with a tranquilizer gun so that I could be unconscious for the worst of the ache.
    Or handing me some Tylenol for my headache.
    Either was preferable to being on the receiving end of Kenzie’s lectures.
    â€œHow . . .” I cleared my throat and tried again. “How bad does it look?”
    â€œBadass!” Corey proclaimed. “Just like the way you took on Alex Thompson! You attacked him like a territorial she wolf on the Discovery Channel or something.”
    I heard a snort and had to swivel my head so that my good eye could locate the source.
    Scott. Of course .
    â€œYou’ve got a problem, man?” Logan demanded, his eyes a cold, hard gray I never wanted to have directed at me.
    Sometimes it’s nice being friends with a high school hockey captain. Especially when a major pain-induced headache makes rational thought unbearable.
    Scott just ignored Logan and spoke to me instead.
    â€œInteresting way to get a story, Grammar Girl. Nice plan. Nothing impresses teachers quite like getting your ass kicked by a football player. Foolproof.”
    â€œYou were trying to get a story? Why?” Corey asked as he draped a protective arm around my shoulder. I winced as he pressed down exactly where Alex had landed a wayward punch.
    Every single inch of me hurt.
    â€œJane’s working on a piece for the school paper,”