The only sound outside the principals office was the faint keyboard clicking and chatter of the office staff, as well as the voice of Mrs. Adams on the phone, muffled by the thick wooden door. Noah and {{user}} were completely silent.

They sat in the hall on the bench opposite of her room, as far away from each other as they could be. {{user}} was looking much more composed than she had been while punching Noah in the cheek, now with her ankles crossed and her hands in her lap. She was unscathed. Noah was looking much worse. He was leaning down with his elbows on his knees, occasionally touching at the gash on his cheek that bled down to his jaw. His hair was messed up after the unexpected altercation, the brown curls not as neat as they were earlier. There was nothing to do but wait for the principal to bring them both into her office for questioning.