Bets, Beds and Treads || 18+

𝒙𝒊𝒗.

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𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗.

That word sums up on exactly how I've felt today since this morning but for some fucking reason, Reign was somehow managing to be even more awkward than me.

Honestly, I'm just pissed right now.

I knew that a trip to the principal's office was bound to happen, but here I was, stuck sitting outside his door for some unspecified reason. And here's how I ended up here.

Apparently, the whole school now knows about our little AWOL from school and now everyone's convinced Reign and I are either dating or hooking up. People keep calling me out, and I'm pretty sure Sia's already plotting my murder. Gotta stay sharp-no telling what that bitch's gonna pull next.

Okay, so Reign was his usual stubborn self, dragging his feet when we got called in. But, Mr. Thompson, being the nasty piece of work that he is, practically shoved us here himself.

And at this point, I'm flooded with questions because seriously, what the fuck? The tension between Reign and Mr.Voss (the principal) was so thick, it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. Then, they cleared their throats for the thousandth time, I swear I started to believe they had flies stuck in there.

And for some another goddamn reason, Mr. Voss kicked me out, saying he will call me in later and they needed some alone time.

ALONE TIME!?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

They're acting so weird. And whatever is going on in there, I can't even hear a damn thing.

I can't even press my ears against the door because Miguel, Mr. Voss's assistant, is staring at me like a lifeless statue. Not to mention, his eyes are unnervingly large, and he hardly blinks. I give him a side-eye, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

I bounced my knees up and down in frustration, the minutes dragging on like an eternity.

Just as I was about to lose my patience, Reign finally emerged, slamming the door shut with such force that I almost jumped.

His expression was one I'd never seen before-raw and furious. I have never seen an angry Reign... I opened my mouth to call out to him, but before I could utter a word, he turned and stormed off without so much as a glance back. Okay?

I get up and stride toward the door, while looking intensely at Miguel, who may I tell you, hasn't budged an inch. Bro hasn't moved at all-not even a flinch when the door slammed shut. Damn, Npc.

I crack open the door, tilting my head just enough to peer inside. Mr. Voss stands with his back to me, running a hand through his hair in a slow, almost soothing motion, as though trying to smooth out more than just his appearance. His coat, which he wore before, is draped over his chair, and he stares intently out the window, lost in thought.

Whatever is going on between them...

I want to get out of here.

"Sir?" My voice, small and soft croak out.

He spins around, startled, his eyes widening as he takes in my presence. An uncomfortable shivers runs down and my face forces into a tight smile.

"You're dismissed." he says, his voice calm but curt.

Okay?

I nod quickly, pulling the door shut behind me, and make my escape down the hall.

. . .