She is Not Who You Thought She Was

Chapter 38/Aura

"Mr. Clark is such a snitch." I grumbled then turned on my heel to head to the office.

When I entered the office the receptionist immediately stood and took me down the hall to the principal's office. She did not enjoy my presence and she didn't do anything to cover up her distaste for me. Entering I spotted Rock already sitting in the far chair next to an obscure window. I took the last chair closest to the door for me. Once the door closed behind me Rock looked my way. His damaged face hurt my heart, although I don't know why.

"Clark?" I questioned.

"That's what I'm guessing." Rock responded. He looked me up and down as if I had changed clothes from this morning. I did my best to ignore his stare and took the seat next to him. It was silent as we waited for the man who ruled the school to take his seat in front of us.

"Thanks for the ride." I murmured trying to fill the silence.

"No problem Buzz." He said tiredly. It was silent again, the air was heavy, and I didn't know why, but I needed to.

"So does this happen every time Jefe gets mad?" I asked a bit loudly.

"Why does it matter for you to know?" Rock asked with a low voice indicating I should keep mine quiet as well. He didn't make eye contact. However, I don't think he was trying to avoid my eyes.

"I-well, I guess it doesn't." I folded my arms and looked away. The second bell rang signifying second period had begun.

"I'll make sure to let you know next time it happens." I turned to Rock and his face was so close to mine that my breath hitched. "So next time," his golden eyes raked over my face, "you can take care of me." Although his concentration on me was intense, his appearance was relaxed. My blue eyes widened slightly as he only stared. If he was waiting for a response...he wasn't going to get one.

"Sophie, hush now!" A man's voice called out and the door opened. He closed the door and turned, his blue eyes drilled holes into our heads. 

He was tall and slim. His hair was a black salt and pepper same as his stubbled beard. He was silent as he took a long look at us. I tried to not shift in my seat as a man of such age stared at teenage kids with a powerful aura. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young maybe a few years older than my mother. He walked behind his desk and took a seat. He did give off an intimating feeling, but since I am the rebel I don't dare to show any emotion. As if we had disappeared the moment his sight was taken off of us, he continued to scan the papers placed in the center of his desk. I stayed silent but peeked at Rock with my peripheral vision as he seemed bored.

"I would like to say 'good to see you again Mr. Chase', but I would be lying." He slowly raised his eyes to meet Rock's.

"That makes two of us Rivera." Rock was gifted a glare in response. I could tell just from that one interaction this happens often for both of them.

"Although I am surprised to meet you, Miss. Buzzby." Principal Rivera turned to me, folding his hands into one another, and placing them on top of his desk.

I didn't respond because I assumed the same reason he was surprised I was here was the same reason Prof. C had high expectations for me: my grades. He stared at me waiting for me to answer his statement, but I didn't have anything to say and I wasn't going to speak just to please him.