𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
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╔ ——————————————— ╗ CHAPTER FOUR "absolutely not an actor in grease" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ (esqueleto pt. 1)
"COME ON, ONE LESSON!"
"Diaz, I would rather stab my eye out with the eraser side of a pencil than take a lesson from Johnny Lawrence."
Miguel's arms dropped to his side in defeat, his shoulder leaning against the row of lockers as Jules shoved her textbook into her own, slamming the metal door shut as the pair made their way to the cafeteria. "What if I make Sensei promise to apologize?"
"Ha, I know that man well enough to know that will not work."
"I could organize a peace treaty!"
Jules chuckled, glancing at Miguel from the corner of her eye. "Why do you want to learn karate anyway? Why not something with a little bit less of a chance of injury?"
The boy's expression faltered. It was slight, but Jules noticed, and her eyebrows rose. Miguel cleared his throat. "There are just some assholes here, I don't want to get pushed around."
Jules nodded solemnly. She knew a lot about assholes around town. She has had more than one run-ins with Kyler and his 'gang', and she has developed a philosophy to just ignore them, cuss them out, or run away. If it was especially neccessary, she would kick them in the shins or throw some sort of drink at them.
"I mean, you could always do what I do." She shrugged, "throw a cup of coffee at them."
"I'll keep that in mind, thanks."
The two laughed as Miguel pushed the doors to the cafeteria open, Jules ducking under his arm and raising a hand in greeting at Demetri, who seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep as they listened to the guidance counselor drone on about some subject nobody cares about.
"What did we miss?"
"Something about fire drills, I wasn't really listening." The brunet shrugged nonchulantly. "But if the school burns down, I'm probably gonna die."
"Don't worry, 'Metri, if the school burns down, we'll all die."
The voice of the only semi-responsible person in the room piped up louder, finally catching Jules's attention. "Cyber bullying is no laughing matter. Sending a cruel message to someone online can be just as hurtful as saying it to their face. I'm not gonna name names, but the other day, a mother called me up because her son was crying, after some kids online made fun of his facial deformity."
Jules scowled at the woman, muttering some unkind words under her breath as snickers drifted across the words, all directed at Eli. She leaned over to the boy, lowering her voice to a whisper.
