MRS. H'S OFFICE

[Dean Page l J.T. Yorke]

Mrs. H storms in and closes the door behind Dean.
"This is not possible...You of all people..with your fathers sterling repuation..you selling drugs at MY SCHOOL!"
He sighs..his face one of pure dejection. Always the actor. His eyes reflected hurt..he teared up a bit.
"Tears will not help Dean." She says abruptly.
"Mrs. H may I speak?"
"Go."
"You see...it is mine. I have no choice. Peter, you know our past. I can't believe he would do this. Mrs. H, i dunno whats wrong with him...it's emma. He saw me talking to her. But that was it. He went nuts! But then he has a way of doing that..I heard about sean."
Mrs. H sits there...the words sink in. She nods.
He face one of extreme worry...peter to her was too much..she loved her son.
"I know dean..you used to be the best of friends. He's still under my watchful eye..but still I can't get through to him...dean I think i've lost him."
Thanx to deans father...he was practically groomed into the art of the con..Mrs.H although strong..was a loving mother nonetheless..dean sipped through her...he was much to good. His father would be proud.
"Mrs. H..i'm sorry this is happening...let's forget this. Please..i went him and i to be friends. Who know what else he may say about me. You know my dad..he's interpol..A COP! I'll try my best with him..i'll serve punishment for him...for what he did to me."
Mrs. H was exasperated...she sighed.
"No it's fine dean..you're a good kid. I get scared what road he'll go down and I have no control...you know theo would be proud for your noblity."
All of a sudden his face went stony...he nodded.
"Ok..dean..you may leave..and i guess i'll let this go..you're my only hope."
He smiles thoughtfully at mrs.h and nods
'i'll take care of the matter myself...what are friends for?"
He leaves the office with a smirk on his face...that was that...Mrs. H was on his side..his father a cop and a protected con man..he was unstoppable chloe would have her revenge...

[Dean Page l J.T. Yorke]

He was called in..it didn't matter to him..he sighed as he waited for Mrs. H to come..she finally did..her expression crest fallen.
"So once again...peter has brought information to my attention."
Dean a little annoyed
"So is this to be a inquisition on my character...if it's about the locker and my calls to him...you shouldn't be surpirsed."
Mrs. H was taken aback by his honesty...she cleared her throat.
"Dean...whatever bad blood you have between you and peter..it has to stop NOW! I will not have this at my school."
Without flinching
"You want your son back correct? And all those things..I did them well..after our conversation on getting him back..to tease him out of whatever dammed spiral he's in. This is what you wanted."
Dean was tricky...he was good at what he did. In fact he was a certifiable genius...since a child he had been sort of a prodigy. He was tested around 1st grade..his intelligence scores were off the charts...he could've been in college by the time he was 10..yet he choose to remain back.
"Dean..yes I did..but this is extreme...I know you want to help. And that video..."
Dean interuptted smoothly.
"Mrs. H..it wasn't me...the only reason I wanted money for them was becuase that was the only way to get his attention..do you honestly think he would have listened to me if i didn't make it sound like a deal. I know your son..sadly he responds to things of that nature..i had to make it seem I hadn't changed...whatelse was there...i never put it on though. I never shot the video either..someone who doesn't like him, appearently many here at the school. It was sent to me, via internet..I tried to get whoever it was to give it to me..they wouldn't budge. I wanted to spare emma and him the embarassment...so I tried to talk in the only langage he knows."
He sighs, for dramatic effect...Mrs. H scanns his face and sighs.
"I know...it's just peters outlandish accuasions are getting the best of me...find out who's doing this will you...and i know why...i mean the fervor behind you. You'll get your best friend back...thank you dean and once again I'm sorry..i suppose from now on..i can't trust my son..but i can trust you."
Dean grinned as she said this....
Too easy...
"Mrs.H sorry to say..but since my mothers death...I've thought of you as kinda...a mother figure..i dunno maybe a erikson response to attachment.."
Mrs. H was touched and she stood up and hugged him.
"Thanks dean..it's hard sometimes for me..but i'll be here for you always. You can go."
Dean nodded and turned on his heels and left..a wide smile on his face.

[hotaru]

"HEY! Watch it!" Hotaru cried. The boy had nearly walked right into her. "Sorry. i should have been looking. I'm new- from Japan, you see. And I'm lost. Can you help me- I need to go to THIS classroom." Hotaru held up her timetable so he could see it, pointing to one of the boxes. "I'm Hotaru. What's your name?"