Playing The Player

Playing The Player (2)

~picture above is Valentine Hills~

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I never got why it took principals so long to call you into their office when you're in trouble. Do they think that we are going to spend the time thinking about our actions? I scoff, I'm definitely thinking about my actions and how much I would love to repeat them.

"Miss Hills?"

I look up to see Mr. Gates staring at me like I've just grown 2 heads.

"If I say you have the wrong person can I leave?"

He recovers from his momentary shock, "I'm afraid not, step into my office."

Worth a shot.

Sighing, I stand and walk past him and into his office. I plop my body into a seat and place my feet on his desk. I look back at him with a 'are you going to stay there all day?' look. His legs seem to finally make the leg to brain connection and move. Finally. He takes a seat in his oversized desk chair and clears his throat with a pointed look at my feet. I have to refrain from cocking my brow and saying something along the lines of 'I'm sorry, did you want something?' I'm really over today.

I take a deep breath and focus my attention on Mr. Gates, who I guess has been talking to himself the past minute or so.

"What?"

At my interruption he stops mid sentence and sighs, "I'd like it if you'd pay attention while I'm talking to you, Valentine."

And I'd like it if you'd hurry up and finish this lecture, so tough luck.

"I'll try my best."

He runs his hand over his shiny bald scalp and pushes his black rimmed glasses up his nose.

"Now, I was saying that though the school and I are delighted that your back; you being a candidate for valedictorian and all, it is not a good sign when you end up in the principals office on the very first day back here."

I scoff but he continues, "Now I understand that things have not been easy since yo-"

"That is not your place to speak," I snap. He has no right to bring up my mother. I have to calm myself down again.

Mr. Gate nods sadly, pity dancing in his eyes. I don't need your damn pity! I clench my fists and take another calming breath.

"Yes, of course, I apologize." I nod, "Now since this is your first offense, I will only be giving you one detention for today after school. If you continue to act out I will have to contact your father, understood?"

At the mention of my father I tense, my whole body going ridged.

"That won't be necessary, I completely understand," I grind out.

"Well, um, I suppose you can go back to class now."

About damn time, I stand up and walk towards the open door.

"Oh, valentine?"

I look back at him with an exasperated look, "Yes Mr. Gates?"

"What exactly did you do to end up in here? The slip just said 'disturbing the class.'"

A smile breaks out across my face, "I put Jaxton Cole in his place. And all it took was a mocha frappuchino, who would have thought?"

His eyes widen, as I mention the schools biggest trouble maker. I laugh and walk out stopping at the receptionist's desk to get a slip back to class. Ms. Dukes is probably the sweetest lady ever, she always brings a plate of cookies for passer byers. Though trust me when I say not to eat them. She may be sweet but her cookies taste as though she basks them in horse shit or something. Disgusting... But they can come in handy.