Hey everybody! I'd just like to thank everyone for the kind reviews, and to beg forgiveness. Sorry this chapter took forever, but I've had no free time until now to get it up. So here goes!

Disclaimer: I don't own Boston Public, it belongs to FOX, DEK.

Chapter 3

Ronnie walked down the hallway of Winslow High. Class was going to start in about 30 minutes, and Ronnie had to get to her class to prepare for her lesson.

"Ronnie." Steven caught up to her, and Ronnie slowed down.

"Hey Steven." Ronnie said.

"How's Harry?" Steven asked, concerned.

"He's okay, I guess," Ronnie quietly answered. "Have you seen him yet?"

"No, I haven't," Steven said. He began to walk toward his office. "When you see him, tell him that I want to talk to him."

Ronnie nodded and left Steven standing as his office door. Ronnie turned the corner and walked down the stairs toward the Dungeon.

* * *

Harry sat at his desk. He tried to clean it up, but his right hand was killing him.

He thought about what had happened the night before. He had been up for almost an hour after Ronnie had left, picking glass out of his hand. Harry had bandaged his hand because it was red and swollen. And more than likely, his hand would be the gossip item of the day.

Harry heard a knock on the open classroom door. He looked up and saw Ronnie leaning against the door frame.

"Hey," Ronnie said. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Harry pretended to be busy with a paper.

Ronnie walked in slowly. She sat on a desk top and looked at him. Ronnie noticed his hand and was horrified.

"Harry," she said timidly. "What happened to your hand?"

Harry ignored her.

"What happened to your hand?" Ronnie was more insisted. She stood up and placed a hand on her hip. "Talk to me Harry."

"Dammit Ronnie!" Harry stood up quickly and looked her straight in the eye. "Why don't you keep your nose out of my business."

Ronnie backed up and walked over to the door. She was about to leave, but she turned around and looked back at Harry. He was staring at the back wall.

"You're killing me Harry." She told him. He continued to look straight ahead.

"If it's not your curiosity, I don't care."

* * *

"Make sure you pass in all remaining assignments by the end of the week, or you'll be getting a zero." Ronnie told her students as they left her classroom. Ronnie was rummaging around in her desk when she heard a voice.

"Hey Ronnie. What are you looking for?" Zach walked into her classroom.

Ronnie lifted her head. "My sanity."

Zach looked at her sad face. "I heard about Harry."

Ronnie stood up and put on her coat that was hung over her chair.

"Where are you going?" Zach asked, following Ronnie out of her classroom. She locked the door behind them and looked at Zach.

"I have an errand to run." Ronnie told him, walking down the hallway.

"During class time?" Zach asked, walking with her.

"I have next period off," Ronnie said. "Plus I have lunch."

Zach watched her go through the front door of the school, leaving him in wonder.

* * *

Harry sat in a chair facing Steven's desk. Scott had come down to his classroom during his last class and had informed him that Steven wanted to speak with him. Harry had managed to get back into his classroom before Scott had given him a lecture about how irresponsible he was and how he should smarten up.

Harry didn't look up as he heard Steven come into the office. Harry hoped that Steven wasn't waiting for him to speak, because he sure as hell didn't have anything to say.

"What's going on with you Harry?" Steven asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Nothing." Harry responded, looking out the window.

"Harry, with you 'nothing' is most always 'something'." Steven said.

Harry remained silent.

"Ever since your stabbing, something not been right about you," said Steven. "Have you seen anyone?"

"A shrink?" Harry looked at Steven.

He nodded.

"Oh, come on Steven!" Harry exclaimed. "They'd only tell me that I'm screwed up. And well, that's a given with me."

Steven sighed. "What about Ronnie? Have you been talking to her about it?"

"She already knows I'm a nutcase. Why would she need a shrink to confirm it?" Harry asked.

"You know what I mean," said Steven. Harry shifted in his chair. "Harry, is there something that I should know about?"

"I don't know," Harry said to Steven as he stood up. As Harry walked towards the door, he turned back to Steven. "Maybe it's time that I leave."

Steven stared at Harry as he left his office, confused by what Harry had just said. The meaning of his last statement confused and frightened the principal, because he just didn't know what it had meant.

* * *

Ronnie fumbled with her keys. She wasn't sure why she had left school, something she very rarely did, and had ended up here. Possibly the last place she ever wanted to be, at least for the moment.

Ronnie took a silver key, jammed it into the lock, took a deep breath, and unlocked the door.

She wasn't ready for what she saw.