note: au. human/schoolstuck stuff. seven is the assisstant principal (doc is the top). youre just a student with a knack of getting in trouble. also, kinda short. sfun. also, crowbar is number seven, if you know the felt.
A sigh slipped throuh your lips as you continued writing on the papers neatly spread on your desk.
You raised your eyes to the girl sitting across from you, who's cheeks were red and eyebrows downwards in an angered inverse-arch.
"What am I up for this time, Seven?" she asked, shooting you a glare. You remembered clearly when she started calling you that, even though it was three years ago when she did.
"You know why you're up here, (last name)." You looked back at the papers, scribbling notes on them.
"Yeah, yeah. 'No jokes, just jerks.' I get it." You smirked the slightest bit. That had been her thing since she was a freshman, ever since you two first met.
"Get outta here. I've got work to do."
"I'll just stay until school ends."
"You still got six hours, kid."
"Just enough time for a cat nap, gramps." You raised an eyebrow at her, watching her stretch across the plush couch in your office.
Sure, you didn't really like putting up with bullshit.
She acted just like the others, though.
Hardheaded, but smart enough to get by.
