I walked back to my seat and Jacob sat in his.
"Detention for both of you," Mr. Parker called.
"Oh c'mon, man! I'm already suspended! Fuck." Jacob shouted back.
"And that's two for you."
I laughed. I turned back.
"Sorry," I said to him.
"Yeah, ok," he said, "it was worth it."
I rolled my eyes. Stacey stood up.
"Stacey," Mr. Parker said, "sit down."
"Hold on," she said.
She walked past Anne Marie and came to my seat.
"Bitch," she whispered, looking down at me.
"Don't you dare call me that," I said, "you could've easily talked to me about it instead of doing that."
"Well, you should've told me earlier before you did that."
She pointed towards Jacob.
"I'm not a 'that'," he complained.
She ignored him and stared me down.
"I didn't wanna hurt your feelings."
"Well, you did."
"Really? It sure doesn't seem that way."
"Wha the hell do you mean?"
"You wouldn't be talking to me and you wouldn't have made it so public... you know the reason you're upset."
She rolled her eyes and went back to her seat. I smiled, folding my arms.
"Damn," Dan said, "I thought there was gonna be a fight."
"Shut up," I said.
I felt Stacey kick my seat continuously, but I ignored it. I wouldn't let her get to me. We finally got the funeral home. We walked out the bus. It was quiet inside and it smelt good. Julia's mother came up to the four of us.
"You girls sit up front," she whispered,"Julia would've liked that."
We nodded, letting Stacey slide in first, followed by Anne Marie, Grace, then me. I sighed, watching Julia's eyes in her picture follow me everywhere.