Pastel Punk [Phan] ♡ HIATUS

Chapter Ten

❀ Chapter Ten ❀

A/N: This is in my drafts so I figured it didn't hurt to post. <3 Sorry to anyone who really likes this story haha it's just not really on my radar in terms of writing/finishing. Good news tho - I plan to do a phanfiction soon!! :D 

"That's your plan?!"

Startled, I held up my finger to my lips to shush Aubrey. Honestly, this girl was too jazzed for her own good. I reminded myself to never let her get her hands on alcohol.

"It's a perfectly fine plan," I feigned hurt.

Aubrey and I were currently in the halls ten minutes before the first period bell rang and we were due to go to math class. I was just going over my plan with her on how to get out of being accused guilty, and considering the obnoxious expression she was sporting, she wasn't all for it.

"Oh yeah," Aubrey was overly sarcastic. "Here, let me recap: basically plead for your innocence to county officials and hope they'll find the goodness in their hearts to let you go," She nodded slowly. "This will go excellently."

"Shut up, you're supposed to be supportive right around now," I reminded her. "I can't have a crime I didn't commit on my permanent record. My life will be ruined."

"Okay, okay, I get it," Aubrey sighed. "Just don't do anything stupid. And say exactly what they want you to say. I can't have you getting expelled either, I need my best friend."

She pulled me into a quick hug. I returned it graciously. "Alright. Here I go. See you in math?"

"If you're alive then," She winked. She caught one glimpse of my horrified face and laughed. "I'm kidding! Oh my god, lighten up, Dan," She giggled, slapping my arm. "You need to get laid."

"Aubrey!" I gasped. "Stop being so loud!"

"I notice you're not denying the fact you don't need to get laid," She pressed on coyly.

"I do not," I whined. "Urgh, I hate you."

"Love you too," She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder dramatically. "Well, good luck. Talk to you later."

After a wave and another flick of her hair - I would never understand why women always did that, one of the infinite mysteries of the female species - she was headed down the math wing of the building.

I turned around and allowed my feet to drag me towards the main office. I knew the police was still investigating today, considering the squad cars illegally parked in the emergency lane (how ironic) of the school.

Before I could process it, I was right in front of the office door.

I entered quietly, heading towards the secretary's desk. She was tapping away on her computer, and I cleared my throat to catch her attention.

"Can I help you?" She eyed me from behind her wire-rimmed glasses.

"Is the principal available right now? I have some information about the library vandalism incident I'm sure he'd like to hear," I told her with minimal shakiness in my voice. I grasped the hem of my shirt to keep my hands from shaking.

"He and the officers are finishing up an interrogation right now, but you can go in right after," the receptionist explained to me, ushering to one of the chairs in the area. "Wait here until they're done."

I nodded and took a seat in the waiting chair. From a first glance, it looked comfortable, but upon sitting down, it most certainly wasn't. Maybe it was just the fact I was too nervous to sit still. I shifted in my seat distressfully and pulled out my phone to distract myself with a mindless game.