Mr. Collins put the handcuffs on his desk. Questions flew through my head like it was a race. They were basically: 'Is he a cop?'; 'Is he going to hurt us?'; 'Why does he have those?'; 'Who just happens to have handcuffs in their desk?'

The boys looked horrified and the adults were confused. Mr. Collins walked forward, "Mrs. Jackson, you and Gia can leave now."

Skittles and her mom got up. She gave me the text-me-what-happens look and hesitantly left. Mr. Collins looked at all of us.

"Okay," He finally said, "clearly this bullying isn't going to stop anytime soon, so let try something new. You see these?" He held up the handcuffs, "Your new schedules are going to be based around these."

Everyone looked at someone else in the room. One of the moms said, "What do you mean?"

Mr. Collins looked at the adults, "With your permission, I want to handcuff your children together."

"What?" Wildcat, Mini, Basically, Moo, Lui, Nogla, Delirious, and I yelled at the same time while standing up.

"Hear me out." Mr. Collins said, "I want you boys to walk in (Y/n)'s shoes."

"How is that fair?" One mom yelled.

"Who's the one getting bullied?" He responded.

She glared at Basically then sat back, "How is this going to work?"

"Well," Mr. Collins began, "I will create a schedule. From Sunday to Saturday, (Y/n) will spend the day with one of these boys. For example, lets say Tyler gets Monday, they will be handcuffed together on Monday."

I was about to say something to defend my freedom, but Mr. Collins gave me that everything-will-be-fine look.

"What about the locker room or restrooms?" My dad asked a bit outraged.

"Their teachers will have keys." Mr. Collins said, "So will you. The parents decide when to take it off."

"Wait, we can't just take it off when we get out of school?" Delirious yelled.

Mr. Collins shrugged, "It depends on your parents."

After all the teenagers outraged for a bit, we calmed down and sat. Moo looked at Mr. Collins, "How long will this be for?"

"It depends. Whenever you learn your lesson, then I'll take off the handcuffs." Mr. Collins replied. It was silent for a good ten minutes, then Mr. Collins looked at the adults and said, "It's your choice."

The first mom looked at Lui, "I'm fine with it."

Another looked at Nogla, "Me too."

All the moms agreed, but my dad was the last one to give his blessing. If he didn't, then the whole idea would be pointless. He looked at me, he was clearly thinking about it, but he was also thinking about me. He knows that if he agrees then I would have to suffer, but he also knows if he does, the boys might learn their lesson.

He stood up and looked down at Mr. Collins, "What's the schedule?"

I'm not going to lie, his choice was the right one. Of course I was mad and he knew that, but he knows what best for me.

Mr. Collin walked behind his desk and grabbed a small jar. He wrote something on a piece of paper, tore it up, and putted the pieces in the jar.

"Okay, boys you get to choose the day." He said and held the jar out. "Marcel, you go first."

Basically was mad, but he got up and crudely put his hand in the jar. He quickly pulled one out and unfolded it, "Monday."

Mr. Collins motioned the jar towards Delirious. He got up and got a piece, "Thursday."

Moo's turn, "Tuesday."

Lui rolled his eyes and put his hand in the jar. He pulled one out from the bottom. He scolded, "Saturday."

Mini did the same, "Sunday."

Nogla was next, "Wednesday."

Tyler was last. He already knew the last option, so he didn't even look at the jar. Instead he glared at me, "Friday."

"Okay." Mr. Collins said and wrote down the schedule. He handed the adults copies and the moms smiled. He handed Dad the handcuffs.

Lui's mom looked at him, "Forget the skating rink, you're going to (Y/n)'s house tomorrow, and you're going to stay there all day."

After some more explaining, we were finally able to leave. The car ride was silent all the way home. When I got home, it was around 10:30, but I still got in the shower. When I got out and got dressed, I texted Skittles everything. She called me and we talked for almost three hours, but my phone was going to die, so we said our goodbyes. I plugged up my phone and went to bed.

I woke up to the sound of people talking. I walked downstairs and saw dad talking to Lui's mom. I looked around, but I didn't see Lui. I shrugged it off because I was too tired to think. i walked to the bathroom and open the door just for it to scream and shut in my face.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Lui screamed through the door.

"Don't you know how to use a lock?" I screamed back. The lock isn't broken, I don't know why he didn't lock it.

"Where's the lock?" He yelled back.

"On the door handle!" I yelled. The two adults started laughing at the scene.

We only have one bathroom, so I waited for him to finish.

I heard the toilet seat hit the bowl and some shuffling, "Where's the sink?"

"Out here." I said.

I really don't know why they designed the house like that, but I'm used to it.

"Why is it out there?"

"I honestly don't know."

He opened the door and met my eyes. I never really looked at his face before. Come to think of it, I never really looked a any of there faces.

I quickly studied his face. He had dark brown hair-it almost looked black. His eyes matched. His skin was a light brown.

"Finally." I said while walking past him.

I did my business and walked out to wash my hands. After I was done I went over to the group of people in my living room. My dad and Lui's mom were talking about a book. I looked at Lui. It looked like he was studying me. I looked at my pajamas; a black tank top and black booty shorts. Probably should've changed before I got down here.

"Well, I better get going." Lui's mom said and got up. Dad opened the door for her and waved goodbye.

"Okay," He said after he closed the door. He went into his room and brought out the handcuffs, "I don't know how to put on handcuffs, so tell me if it's too tight or something."

Lui walked over to me and Dad cuffed his right hand to my left. it wasn't tight, but it was uncomfortable. Plus, they were freezing cold.

"I've got to run to the store, do you two want to come?" He asked.

I looked at Lui and he looked at me. The he said, "I think we'll be fine Mr. (L/n)."

He looked at me then back at Lui, "Okay, I'll be back in an hour." He grabbed his phone and wallet off the table, opened the door and waved bye.

I heard the car start and then it began to get further and further away. I looked at Lui and his eyes were fixed on the door.

"What do yo-" I began to say, but he suddenly grabbed my wrists.

He held them to ear level and pushed me back into the wall. He pinned me there and pressed his body against mine. I looked at his face and he was pissed.

"I hope you understand your dad's rules, but let me reteach you on mine." He said and tightened his grip, "First of all: we aren't friends; we're just stuck together. Second: you're working around my schedule. Th-"

"Uh, no." I said, interrupting him, "This is my house and the only reason you're in it is because of your stupid actions!" I pushed myself off the wall and he had nowhere else to go but back. "If you developed some common scene, then I wouldn't have to suffer looking at your face every Saturday!" I yelled. He fell back and I looked down at him. He looked scared, but he quickly turned mad.

He yanked me down with him. I fell on top of him and he grabbed my wrists again. He rolled over so he was over me, and he got in my face, "Third: don't be rude."

Lui let go of my wrists and sat up. He looked me up and down and smirked.

"What?" I asked, clearly mad.

"Nothing. You should wear that more often." He said.

"Booty shorts and a tank top?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded, I rolled my eyes, and pushed him off. We stood up and I started to walk to the kitchen, but got pulled back and hit Lui's back.

"Hey!" We both yelled at the same time.

"I want to got to the kitchen!" I said

"Well, I wanted to explore the rest of your house." He said

"Guess what Dora, we're going to the kitchen!" I said and tried to walk to the kitchen. However, he pulled me back.

"Guess what Fatty, you can skip breakfast for one day," He said, "God only knows how many calories you had yesterday!" He tried to walk away, but I did the same to him.

We started yelling at each other like there was no tomorrow. If he called me fat again, then he won't see tomorrow. We sat there, trying to walk away from each other, just to get pulled back and cuss at the other one. I got quiet and he kept yelling, but I wasn't listening.

After he was quiet, I said, "Where in the house do you want to explore?"

He looked confused, surprised, and a bit mad, "Your room."

"Why?" I asked

"I don't know." He said.

I rolled my eyes, "Let's go."

He looked really surprised when I let him walk anywhere in my house. We walked up the stairs and went into my room.

"Here it is." I said.

He looked around, getting interested in everything. It was like watching a child walk around a thrift shop. He was fascinated with everything, like it was made out of diamonds. He walked to my dresser and looked at the pictures on top of it. He picked up every frame and asked who was in it.

He picked up the smallest one, "Who's this?"

"My mom." I said, taking it out of his hands.

"You look more like her than your dad." He said

"He's not my real dad." I said putting the frame back where it was.

"Step dad?"

"No, I'm adopted." I said.

I looked at him and he looked a bit worried. He looked into my eyes and clearly got lost. After a good minute, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Everything I did. Everything I said. I'm sorry for everything." He said, sounding like he was about to cry.

"Lui..." I began to say.

"I'm home!" Dad yelled.

Lui sniffed and held back tears. He looked at me, but then began to walk out. I had to follow, obviously, but it felt like I should've finished what I was saying. It felt like he should've told me more than everything. I felt like an idiot; I didn't know how to respond, and then it was too late. Why was he sorry? Why did he wait until now to tell me? Why do I feel bad? Should I do something? Should I stay away form the topic? What do I do?

"Do you want us to help?" Lui asked while watching Dad carry in a few bags.

"No, but I need to ask you two a favor." He said

"What do you need?" I asked

"Can you two do some laundry for me?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure. Where's your washer and dryer?" Lui asked

"At the laundromat." I said.

Lui looked at me with an are-you-kidding look. I shrugged and Dad undid the handcuffs so I could go get dressed.

With four baskets full of dirty clothes, we started walking to the laundromat. I wanted to start talking about the sorry thing again, but I decided not to bring it up.

When we got there, I got some quarters while Lui put clothes in the washers. Some people looked at us because of the handcuffs, but I really didn't care. Lui started giggling, so I turned around.

"What are giggling about?" I asked.

He turned around and held up and pair of my underwear, "You've got a big ass."

Instead of taking it away from him, I said, "Yeah, what are you going to do about it?"

He started laughing and I noticed he had dimples. For the rest of the day, we did laundry, got to know each other, and just hung out.