{{user}} was awaiting the beating for the blame. Sat outside the principal’s office you await to see if a burning scolding would provoke you. Or something worse, like suspension.

Keegan was infuriated you took the blame for your friend. Him being a regular with that bastard Mr. George, who was truly full of himself. Acted out in class and sat himself beside your chair watching your nervous leg twitch. His arms crossed lazily; as though this was just another day. “I saw what you did.”