“Miss Holliday, a zero tolerance policy is a zero tolerance policy. It isn’t a ten percent depending on what happens policy,” Principal Klausen returned evenly and calmly but Clarisse knew he was losing patience.
Principal Klausen was mostly cool. Because of this, the kids mostly liked him. He could be a jerk but only if you did something wrong. Clarisse didn’t do anything wrong so she thought he was all right. And he did stuff. Like he came to the big garage where they were building the freshman float for homecoming and laughed it up with them. That wasn’t during school hours. It wasn’t even on a weekday but a Saturday. And he didn’t come to make sure they were behaving but just because he wanted to see how the float was going and gab with the kids. In fact, he did stuff like that all time and this was why Clarisse figured he was mostly cool.
And anyway, Rees wasn’t around then but everyone knew about the old football coach that hit his son during the game. And everyone knew that Principal Klausen didn’t waste hardly any time at all getting rid of him. And that coach was also a teacher who most kids hated. So when he was gone, everyone thought Mr. Klausen not wasting a second getting quit of him was way cool.
But Clarisse hadn’t had time to share any of this with Dusty.
Then again, even if she did, Dusty probably wouldn’t care. She was that mad.
And Clarisse thought that also was cool. Because she was mad for Fin and, unlike his Mom who, even when Fin was in trouble at school, didn’t leave that farm or probably her room to see to her son. But Dusty was right there and raring to take on the principal.
“These aren’t terrorists,” Dusty snapped. “They’re teenagers.”
“Dusty,” Clarisse’s Dad said low, his hand coming out to fold around Dusty’s.
But Dusty just jerked her head Dad’s way and rapped out, “Am I wrong?”
“I’ve been lenient with Rees –” Mr. Klausen started but Dusty’s eyes sliced to him and she went off.
“Lenient? Lenient? Well, big of you, being lenient with a fifteen year old girl who was doing nothing but walking with her boyfriend to the parking lot and some bully starts mouthing off, saying not nice things and another one tries to touch her when she doesn’t want that. It’s big of you not to suspend her for doing just that. And, no disrespect, but newsflash, Fin was doing the same thing.”
“And yes,” Principal Klausen said soft, conciliatory, “this is, of course, why Rees will not be punished as she didn’t do anything to be punished for. In the beginning, from the others’ accounts, we were misinformed as to Rees’s involvement. As you know, now we have a clearer picture. But what cannot be argued is that Finley used his fists to deal with a situation that didn’t need fists.”
“And the instant the situation deteriorated, being jumped by three kids, he told his girlfriend to go get a teacher,” Dusty shot back. “Was that wrong in your estimation?”
“No, Miss Holliday, but by all of the accounts of those involved, it was Finley who started the physical altercation,” Mr. Klausen explained.
Clarisse watched as Dusty leaned forward, eyes narrowed and she hissed, “Because one of them tried to touch Clarisse.”
“He attempted to touch her hair,” Principal Klausen clarified.
Dusty leaned back, her face hard, her eyes locked on Mr. Klausen. “Is that okay? Is that okay with you? Because, seeing as I’m a woman and all, I’ll clue you into the fact that it’s not. It’s not okay. Not any way a man can touch me if I don’t want it. It…is not…okay.”
Clarisse felt her breath start to come fast and she reached out to grab Fin’s hand. Fin’s fingers curled around tight and she knew he was thinking the same thing she was.
That Dusty was remembering Denny Lowe.
And Clarisse knew her Dad thought the same thing when he whispered soothingly, “Angel.”
Dusty’s eyes flashed to Clarisse’s Dad and she whispered, “Am I wrong?”
And Clarisse saw it on her face and she knew Fin did too because his hand in hers got super tight.
She was remembering. And she was scared for what might have happened to Clarisse. And she was not going to stop for anything in defending her nephew.
And right then, staring at Dusty Holliday, Clarisse Haines fell in love.
And she knew she had to do something to stop Dusty’s pain.
So she did.
She let Fin’s hand go and stood.