Two Birds [Book One]

[Chapter 9] Strung In My Web

Two chapters in one day/night??? Never heard of.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before I saw you two in my office again." The school counselor sighed and placed his folded hands on the dingy desk before him. The two rivaling teenagers sat on the opposite side of the desk, arms folded over their chests with pronounced frowns on their faces. The chairs they sit on move dramatically away from each other.

"Mr. Danner-"'

"Doctor." The two correct him in unison, scowling at the other directly afterward.

"Well, he doesn't have a doctorate so I'll continue to refer to him as such." the man resumes in that delightfully patronizing tone most adults often use with teenagers. The two rolled their eyes while he continued. "-Mr. Danner has informed me that you two have been partnered in the final project together, so I have decided to not suspend you two."

The couple simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

"But that does not mean you are off the hook!" his voice raised, still maintaining that condescending tone. "At the end of the day you both are to report to the music room after band rehearsal to clean up." Carla's eyes went wide with anger. "What, why? I literally did nothing wrong! Monty's the dumbass who started the fire." Her face getting redder and redder as she continued to speak up in her defense.

"Wow Carla, we all just lost a little respect for you."

"Suck my dick, Freckles!"

"Shush! Both of you.'' The teens glared at each other before setting their eyes back on the balding man in front of them. "You are both lucky I have chosen not to expel you two, after the fiasco in the library a couple months ago." His voice cooled in an attempt to intimidate the teens, but in reality just made them want to laugh in his face. And if they weren't still pissed at each other they probably would have.

"What? No smart remarks? Good, get to class."

"This is all your fault."

"So you keep saying." Monty drops his forearms into the slot of his crutches and starts walking in the same direction down the hall as Carla.

"Why are you being such an asshole?" She slowed her step, allowing Monty to catch up with her. Instead of answering, he sped past her without even so much as a glance.

"Oh thank God you two are here, this place is a mess." Mrs. Smalls rushed to meet the teens, placing her hand on both the teens shoulders, unintentionally moving them closer together. "The broom is in the closet and you can throw out any stray sheet music you find." she smiles before realizing the time and jolting up and scurrying behind them to the double doors to exit the room. Grabbing her purse and holding it up with two hands in front of her chest. "Thank you both so much for this, I have an appointment after right now and don't have time to clean up like I usually do." she looks at both of them apologetically .

"It's no trouble at all Miss, really." Carla reassures her with a smile. The middle aged woman mouths another 'Thank you' before hurting out the door. As soon as the door shut the polite smile on her face faded away into a scowl as she turned to her clueless companion.

Monty pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to play his music through his phone speaker. Carla immediately went to put a stop to it. "Absoultly, the fuck, not! I am not going to be stuck cleaning this funky-ass room and listen to your serial killer music!" she steps in front of him, arms folded, their chests nearly touching. His eyes peek up at her from the tops of his glasses, where they comfortably rest on the bridge of his nose. He pulls his head up from his phone to make aggressive eye contact with the girl in front of him.