3 Chapter 2: Skyler's POV

CHAPTER 2

I'm here at the councilor's office. Asking Mrs. Vander for a student's record, files or any information of her.

"here it is, Mr. West." She's approaching to me from the door inside her office. The documentary room is in her territory. I lend my hand to reach it but she hadn't handed it yet. "why are you checking up her files?" She asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "do you like her?"

"there's no way that would happen." I retorted quickly with a small laugh. Oh my god, that's the last thing that would ever happen.

"never speak like it's the end."

"it's just, dad gave me this task. Bring her at the right direction so i can achieve my dreams and i don't know where to start coz i don't know her closely."

"well, that's great. Here it is." She handed it to me.

I took it and open directly the file. I'm just sitting infront of her table.

Hhmm.. 17 years old, only child, living with her dad, her mother's deceased, blood b-- i shouldn't care about that. I scan to the next page. I got her phone number, i even read her likes and dislikes. To the next page, her records. Totally her bad records. Cutting classes, not passing homeworks and projects, tardiness, absenses, caught dringking in school, smoking, caught in many curfews, fight with the students. Great. Very great.

I closed the folder and looked at Mrs. Vander.

"is she that bad?" I asked, giving it back.

"not so, i think. She's smart but her bad doings are ruining her. We've meet many times but she's not openning up to me. I don't really know what's her problem. But still, i see hope in her. Please Skyler, help her." She's begging him.

"it's my task. I can't refuse." I sigh then stood up. "thanks Mrs. V. Please don't tell this to anyone."

"of course, i won't."

"bye Mrs. V." I said then get out of her office.

It's my vacant period by the way and the last period of the day.

There's only few students roaming around the campus. I go to the garden to have some time alone to think of what should i do to Summer Grant. But i saw her, she shouldn't be one of the few students roaming around the campus this time because i've seen her schedule and she has a math class now. She's cutting again.

I saw her with some other students.

"Trisha, i really saw her kissing your boyfriend." A girl said to her fellow that's facing Summer.

"who are you talking about?" Asked Summer like she really has no idea or just acting.

"Flint. You flirt!" Said Trisha.

"Flint? We're close but he never mentioned about you. And know what that means? He's not really treating you as his girlfriend nor he's serious. He said he'll tell me whoever his serious girlfriend is." Summer retorted and turned her back but the girl, Trisha pulled her long hair and Summer yelped in sudden pain.

I quickly approach to them.

"stop it girls." I hold Trisha's hand to hand's off Summer's long hair. I stand between them. Trisha's raging in anger and panting. "I don't want any catfights here."

"you trying me, Trisha?" Summer said behind me. She put this smirk on. "you're so brave now."

"shut up Summer." I said.

"step aside man. You're out of this." She retorted to me. I ignored it.

"if you have a class this period, attend it but if you don't have, go somewhere else or i'll bring you to the council's office." I said to the two girls.

And they walk away. Now, i turn at Summer. She's straigthening her guitar that's hanging in her back. She's turning away from me but i grabbed her arm.

"that's not the way to your Math class."

"i know." She's trying to pull out her arm in my grip.

"you cutting class again." I narrowed my eyes.

"it's none of your business. Hands off me." She's now glaring.

"you're right. It's none of my business. It wasn't. But now it is."

"what do you mean?"

"my father gave me this task to straighten your studies. To make you graduate with appropriate grades."

"i don't need anyone's help. I can manage. Now, hands off me."

"tell that to my dad."

"that's your problem. Not mine."

"okay. Then com'on." I dragged her with me.

"let go off me." She said while struggling to get away. "i don't want to get violent on you Mr. Perfect." She warned.

I stopped and looked at her. "why? Did i hurt you? I'm just sending you to your class. Don't blame me for minding your business. Blame the principal if you don't want me forcing you to enter your classes."

"okay, i'll talk to him. Now, hands off me for the fourth time."

"you'll be the one to suffer if you won't tell him sooner."

"i'll talk to him now."

"then i'll scort you there."

"no need to get hold of me. We'll only start rumors if they saw us."

"i don't give a damn about rumors."

"oh, you don't care about your reputation?"

"i don't make reputation on myself. They're the ones putting reputation on me. So just com'on."

She scowled but then i ignored it and just dragged her to the dean's office.

People are really staring at us as we walk pass them or saw us.

I gripped her right hand while her left hand's holding her guitar.

"why are you bringing that always like there's a gold in it?" I asked, curious.

"it's a gold to me." She answered.

"you're so obsess in music."

"it's my life." She mumbled.

Then we're at the principal's office already. In front of it.

"convince him." I said.

"i will, even if you don't say so."

"and don't tell him that i told you about the task. Just say to him to get his son away from your business."

She sigh. "i know what to do." She knocked at the door thrice.

"come in." The principal said.

She looked at me before opening the door. I gestured for her to get in already. She opened the door and get herself in. The door shut infront of me. I waited outside. And i also try to eavesdrop. Lucky, no one's roaming around here in this time.