A week's suspension for both of you.

Long story short, Nebula's defense of "I found a magic website foretells the future, but I can't show you, and I was trying to help Sam, and come to think of it, it was pretty mean that he slammed me against a wall" failed miserably. No, actually, scratch that. She managed to get you suspended for a week alongside her, followed by accompanying Nebula as she made an apology to Chris, Zoe, and Ms. Hemlock. If Nebula failed to show up on the next Monday to apologize, and to quote Ms. Pershing, "even if you are sick or bare-ass naked", she would be expelled. You trudged out of school with an entirely nonchalant Nebula, rejected her invitation for a "suspended-homies movie night", and walked two miles home in the mid-day sun. You crashed onto your bed and fell asleep, still in your gym clothes.

You did nothing but sit in your room the entire time, staring at your phone. Chris hadn't responded to any of your texts, you had no way to contact Zoe to make sure she was alright, and Karishma's newest video, titled "Bubble-Butt Fukboi Runs Nekkid Thru School!!! :0" had hit 10k viewers before it was taken down. The worst part of it all was that Nebula was somehow convinced you were her friend now. She would spam you with texts all throughout the week, both of the most banal shit imaginable followed by another insane rant about your classmates fucking you. You could have blocked her, but with the storm of negative emotions storming inside you, something inside you... broke. You felt numb to Nebula's nonsense, so you just let her ramble on as you lay on your bed all day, eating junk food. You felt like your chest was home to a black hole, sucking away any emotion, and you wanted to do nothing more than wallow in self-pity.

However, on Sunday Night, something interesting happened...