Go home...now.

Beth took a second to compose herself before Principal Schiff entered the detention room, startling her.
"Miss Wilson." His tone of voice was infuriatingly flat, as always. He strolled to the proctor desk and grabbed the clipboard. "Mr. Preston was in attendance, I presume, based on your entry here?"
"Yes, sir."
"Any trouble?" In a rare moment, a new and different tone had entered Mr. Schiff's voice. Hopeful. The bastard is hoping there was trouble so he can expel Billy. Asshole.
"None at all, Mr. Schiff. In fact, Billy was a model detainee."
The principal's expression betrayed nothing. "Very good. Thank you for filling in, Miss Wilson. Enjoy your weekend." His mouth curved ever so slightly in what was probably a smile for him. After he was gone, Beth shuddered.
"Go home. Now."

~~
When Beth got to her car, she noticed a folded slip of paper wedged under her windshield. She slipped it out hesitantly, and opened it.

562-803-1001
Billy

{if Shame < 50
}Oh boy.
{else
}Oh, god. What have I started?
{endif
}