Crenny Week 2021

Detention Attention

(CW: Smut)

Note: This is set in a British boarding school because I know fuck all about American ones. Plus this means I get to make the characters British too >:) You'd better be reading this in a British accent or else 🔫

Craig leans against the edge of a desk, eyeing up the chalkboard before him. On it, written in dusty white cursive, is the sentence, I must not push my classmates into ponds on school grounds. Craig rolls his eyes and picks at his sleeve, soaking wet and slightly translucent as it clings to his skin. "That's not even accurate. You did the pushing. I just dragged you down with me."

"You're just mad that you didn't get the chance to push me in first," Kenny mutters from the other side of the room. Craig hates Kenny's voice, that fucking cockney accent at the most irritating pitch. He rattles the door handle, but it stays firmly shut. "You got a hairpin?"

"Sure," Craig says. "Let me just take it out of my elaborate hairdo." He mimes taking something out of his sodden hair, which turns out to be a middle finger. He presents it to Kenny with a sarcastic smile. "Here you go."

Kenny casts him a dirty look. "You're a real arsehole, you know that?"

"Right back at ya."

Without warning, the door flies open, nearly slamming right into Kenny's face. Craig starts to snicker but bites it back when he sees that it's Principal Victoria, holding what looks to be—thank the heavens—fresh pairs of uniforms. He straightens, adjusting his tie, which was loosened in the debacle. "Principal Victoria, ma'am," he begins, adopting his slightly more upper-class accent that he reserves for all the teachers, in part because it impresses them, but mostly because he knows it pisses Kenny off. "There seems to be some sort of misunderstanding. I was sent straight to detention without a chance to explain, or even clean myself up—"

"I have heard enough explanations out of you to last a lifetime, Mr. Tucker." Principal Victoria smooths back her already perfectly smooth blonde bun, lips pursed. "Boys, I'm nothing less than appalled by your recent behaviour. I know it's natural for competition to develop amongst the students, but never in my life have I seen it pushed this far!"

"I heard there was a murder here in the 20s," Kenny mutters, scuffing his shoe on the linoleum floor. "I think maybe that's a bit worse."

Principal Victoria turns her needle-sharp gaze on him. "Need I remind you, Mr. McCormick, that you are here on scholarship? We have tolerated your misdeeds thus far, but I can assure you, this goes no further."

"Oh, what!" Kenny exclaims. "So just because Craig's dad pays boatloads to the school, he gets to stay, and I don't?"

Craig smirks. "You're a charity case, McCormick. Why would they keep paying for you to be here?"

"Mr. Tucker!" Principal Victoria shoots him a dark look. "I want to make one thing very clear to you two. This will be your last detention. If your petty rivalry is not absolved, then it will result in the immediate expulsion of the both of you. Do you understand?"

The colour drains from Craig's face. "Yes, ma'am," he chokes out. Kenny echoes him.

"Good. I'll be returning in an hour. I expect you both to sit quietly and write your lines without trouble. Can you handle that?"

"Yes, ma'am," they both chorus.

"Good." She hands Kenny the pile of fresh clothes, and turns to go, but lingers at the door. "You're bright students, the both of you. It's just a few months before you graduate. I should hope you can hold out till then. Besides, you really ought to be setting better examples for the younger years. Don't force me to make an example out of you instead."