Troublemakers Turned Submissive

Chapter 1 Flair Gun

Troublemakers Turned Submissive

Chapter 1 Flair Gun

Devon's POV

Hey! Devon!" Mr. Randel the principal, yells while running up to me "you can't have that here, hand it over right now" he goes to snatch the flair gun out of my hands but I pull my hand out of reach. I raise my eyebrows "what happened to that shit about respecting other peoples property?"I say loud enough for the whole lunchroom full of students to hear me. "This is different. Im trying to stop someone from getting hurt, and you were stealing the cheerleaders cloths and uniforms and throwing them into the trees around campus" Mr. Randel said as he glared at me. I laughed unflinchingly "but did you see their faces when they ran outside naked and found their cloths in the trees" I wiped an imaginary tear out of my eye "it was priceless, especially when the school newspaper came to report on it and asked what they were protesting by walking naked and throwing their clothing into trees." He looked unamused by my latest antics, but who cares fuck him! I hate old gezers like him butting into my business. "Now fuck off before I actually point this at someone" I yell at Mr. Randel. His eyes widen at my threat, I see him pull out his cellphone presumably to call the police or campus security.

I shake my head while clicking my tongue "I wouldn't do that if I were you" I tisked. I pointed the flair gun at him "drop it" the whole cafeteria was silent except for the sound of Mr. Randel's cellphone hitting the ground. He held up his hands in surrender as I smirked. He had a scared look in his eyes as he begged me to stop. Such a wuss, im not even pointing it at an angle where I could actually hit him. The only thing it would do if I shot right now is give him a good old scare.

I looked back only to see the cafeteria was completely empty, no wonder it was so quiet.

Then a thought hits me, the only time a room is ever completely empty in this school is when the police get's involved in a matter such as this. I've seen this happen before and it was not pretty. "Fuck" I run my other hand through my hair in frustration. I knew I should of waited until the weekend to play with my new toy, I was just so excited.

The doors in front of me and behind me slammed open simultaneously and cops walked in with their guns raised. I could see them assessing the situation. "Calm down and lower your wepon" the middle aged blond woman in the police uniform said soothingly. I rolled my eyes "well now that im busted I miswell have a little fun."

I shot the flair gun. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as it flew passed Mr. Randel's head and broke right through the window behind him. I stared awestruck at the broken window. It looked so cool. That amazement lasted for only a few seconds. A police officer shoved me against the wall, I expected that but what I didn't expect was to have my nose slammed up against it too. Fuck that hurt worse then trying to jump a fence, and failing. My nose started to bleed violently as the officer started spouting that 'you have the right to remain silent' bullshit.

After they patted me down to make sure I didn't have any concealed weapons I was escorted to a police car with my hands cuffed behind my back. I kept my head high and a smirk on my face throughout the whole walk to the police car, other students stared but I didn't care. The only student I care about other then myself at this moment is the person who ratted me out to the damn police, fuckers gunna get it when I come back.

Once they placed me in the back and started to drive, I put my feet on the metal gate thiny that separates the back seat of the car from the front "so how longs this going to take?" I asked while leaning back. "A while" the person driving grunted.

After a few minutes drive I got pulled out of the back and lead into the police station. Long story short I sat in a cell for a few hours before my social worker appeared and got me released.

"Thanks Sarah" I said greatfully. She shook her head and groaned "you really did it this time. You are in serious trouble now." She handed me a tissue for the trickle of blood comming out of my nose. I laughed "ya ya im sorry, I'll be good for a while okay?" She tapped her pen against her clipboard "it's too late" she sighed "your getting sent to one of those group homes, that teenagers that are too much trouble get sent to. Your officially a case X. They've deemed you property of the people your getting sent to."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. "Th-they can't do that!" I gasped.

"It's already done."