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Geralt walked into the high school's office and hesitantly approached the secretary.
"I'm here to talk to the Vice Principal," he mumbled.
The secretary glanced at Geralt’s dark clothes, gauges, and studded leather wristbands. "He'll be with you in a moment. Take a seat over there," she frowned.
Geralt walked over to the waiting area where another student was sitting.
The student smiled as brightly as his colorful clothing and motioned for Geralt to sit next to him. His blue eyes sparkled from under his feathered bangs, "Hi, I'm Jaskier."
Geralt took a seat next to him. "Geralt," he whispered.
Jaskier continued to smile, "What are you in for?"
Geralt looked down at his hands, "They want to see if it's cool for me to miss my classes tomorrow to help run lights and sound in the auditorium for a presentation."
Jaskier nodded, "That's cool. Wish I could skip class."
Geralt glanced at him, "What about you? Why do you need to see the Vice Principal?" Geralt imagined from Jaskier's bright demeanor he was probably part of the student council or something.
Jaskier sighed as he shrugged his shoulders, "I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver."
Geralt’s eyes widened, "...on accident?"
Jaskier frowned, "If him calling my friend a fat ugly cow was an accident then sure, me stabbing him with a screwdriver was an accident as well."
Geralt wasn't sure how to respond. He just nodded his head and looked at his hands.
The secretary looked up from the solitaire she was playing on her computer, "The vice principal is ready to see you now, trouble maker."
Jaskier stood up. The secretary shook her head, "No, no, not you. The kid who stabbed another student." She motioned to Geralt.
Jaskier glared as he stuck his hands in his denim jacket pockets. It was decorated with embroidered flowers. "Last time someone called one of my friends a nasty name I stabbed them in the leg with a screwdriver. So be careful what you say about my friend Geralt."
The secretary gawked as Jaskier sauntered into the vice principal's office.
"VP! Long time no see!" Jaskier shouted as he shut the door behind him.
Geralt blushed as he stared at his hands in an attempt to avoid the secretary's glare. Jaskier and he seemed to live very different lives.