Chapter 36: In trouble

"Brawling outside of class, on school grounds," Mrs. Mars said in a disappointed tone. "On school grounds too. What makes you think that that is ok?,"

She put down a folder on her desk as she stared at Owen and Trent from the other side of her desk. Her office was small and filled with alot of Mrs. Mars' knickknacks. The two of them just sat there, Trent and Owen. Owen felt ashamed of himself. His eyes slowly moved down until he was staring at his lap.

"Look...I know you boys had alot of drama surrounding you. A friend moving away, a threat on your life, a death of a family member...I get it. It's stressful, but this is not how you go about dealing with your stress," Mrs. Mars said while closing her eyes and shaking her head.

Owen then gazed at Trent who was slouched in his chair. Trent wasnt looking at anyone. He was just staring off to the side. He didnt seem to care or want to listen to his principal had to say.

"What could possibly be the reason why you two have to act so aggressive towards each other," Mrs. Mars said.

"Owen attacked me...," Trent said.

"Owen? Is that true?," Mrs. Mars asked.

"W-what?," Owen said in sheer disbelief of what Trent just said. "N-no, he was the one that attacked me...he told everyone that I am a murderer..."

"And so just because he was doing this, you feel the need to attack him to 'save yourself'?," Mrs Mars said.

"What? It was Trent that wanted to brawl. I told him that it wasn't right," Owen said.

"Trent?," Mrs. Mars asked waiting for Trent's input.

"He is lying, Mrs. Mars. He attacked me so I had to defend myself. When I tried to defend myself a whole crowd of students surrounded us. They kept chanting us to fight, but Owen knocked me to the ground. That is how Professor Cole found us," Trent said.

"And your side of the story Mr. Shores?," Mrs. Mars asked Owen.

"...he was waiting outside with a crowd of people. He attacked me and then made fun of me...the whole crowd called me a feara... and...Trent...said...," Owen said trailing off as he gazed at Trent.

"Feara? You called Owen a feara because he is a fire blade?," Mrs. Mars asked.

Trent looked up at Mrs. Mars. "He is a feara."

"W-whats a feara?," Owen asked.

Mrs. Mars looked at Owen in confusion of his lack of knowledge on the word.

"Feara is a derogatory term for a fire blade," Mrs. Mars said. "He is saying that you are lower than him"

Owen understood what it means now and it didnt make him feel any better knowing that. Owen felt more than just insulted. He felt ruined. West of all, he felt guilty of doing something he didn't. All he could do at this point was look at Trent.

Mrs. Mars then sighed.

"Stop all this fighting. It's not worth it," Mrs. Mars said.

"I will stop once he stops breathing," Trent said.

"Now that's enough out of you," Mrs. Mars snapped at Trent as he said that.

"What?," Trent said.

"Owen is your classmate and, frankly, your only friend since that event and you will treat him with the respect he deserves," Mrs. Mars said.

"He deserves none. In fact, he makes me sick," Trent said glaring at Owen. Owen then glared back at him.

"Trent! I'm sure your mother wouldn't want to hear about this," Mrs. Mars said.

"Then why dont you tell her," Trent taunted the principal.

"Alright then, we are done here. Now out of my office, both of you," Mrs. Mars said in an angry tone. Trent then got up abruptly and stormed out of the room, almost slamming th door behind him.

Owen then slowly got up.

"I'm so sorry Owen...,"Mrs. Mars said.

"Mrs. Mars...," Owen said

"Yes?"

"When Trent fell...he said that he wanted me to kill him..."

"He did? Did he give a reason as to why?"

"He said that he didnt want to be...contracted?"

"Ah...I see...thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mr. Shores. You are a bright student"

"Thank you very much," Owen said. He turned and exited her office.

After Owen left, Mrs. Mars then picked up the phone to make a very serious phone call.