Hidden Secrets of Highschool (On Hold)

Chapter 10

The crowd started to disperse as the two of us were led down the hall to the main office.

"Sit down here and wait for me to call you in,"Mr.Potters ordered us. "Try not to kill each other while you're waiting. Ms. Abrams, watch these two. Oh and give Patricia something for that blood."

"Whatever," I muttered and sat down.

"Bitch."

Turning to the side, I glared at Patricia. "Did you just say something to me?"

"Yup, I said Biiitttccchhhhh," Patricia replied disdainfully. "Hmm, I never get suspended so good luck. Oh yeah, you will be talking to my daddy about my face and why it’s all messed up now."

"Watch your mouth and who you're talking to. I know you don't want me to teach you another lesson. And hahaahhaa. That is so hilarious. Tell your dad to stop by my house later. He can "talk" to me then" I scoffed as I put little air quotes around talk.

"Hmph, like if."

"I’m going to just ignore that. Annyyywayyys, what do you mean you never get suspended. You were as much in this fight as I was so if I get suspended, then your whore behind is getting suspended too," I declared.

"Shhhh. No talking," the secretary Ms. Abrams told us, "Here ma'am put this on your face."

Patricia got up and took the ice pack and cloth and sat back down.

"Excuse you, freedom of speech. Therefore I can talk as much as I can, and you can't do anything about it soooo," I said.

“And this is school young lady. You do not have any kind of rights at all," Ms .Abrams replied.

“I’m sure my father wouldn't want to hear that. You telling his baby she doesn't have any rights and that you were being mean to her. Now would he Ms. Abrams," Patricia jumped in slamming her pack on the chair.

"N-n-no m-ma'am. Excuse me, I didn't mean it," Ms. Abrams stuttered.

Picking the icepack back up, Patricia replied with a simple, "Okay then."

Well hot damn. This is why this whore never gets suspended or reprimanded. She practically runs this whole school all because of her daddy. Ewww.

The door to Mr. Potters office opened. "Patricia, you can come in now."

“Good luck to you," Patricia called out as she sauntered pass me and walked into the office.

I sat there and went over everything that had just happened. I fought Patricia. I got thrown by the principal. I find out that I might possibly be suspended and Patricia will be getting off scot free. Yup this isn't fair. Hold up, I can sue. Hell yes. I was man handled by the Principal. All he had to do was pull us apart. But no I was freaking THROWN. Okay, time to get my acting skills together.

Hey voice? Yes Ashleey? Can you like annoy the hell out of me for like 15 minutes until I tell you to stop? I wanna get a frustrated look and a sort of kinda hurting-ish act on. Hey, is it possible for you to make some kind of part in my body to hurt? Or do you just work in the head. Hun, I only work in the head department. But okay. Well my talking isn't going to help much, but -

The door to Mr. Potters office opened the third time and Patricia came skipping out, all smiles.

"Ashleey, you may come in now."

Time to put my skills to work. I got up, and started limping towards the door. I limped in and sat in the overly stuffed couch.

"Why are you limping? You were just walking fine when we walked to the office," questioned Mr. P.

"Well my body wasn't hurting till you FREAKING THREW ME ACROSS THE DAMN HALLWAY!!!" I yelled frustrated.

"What do you mean I threw you? I merely separated you two from fighting."

"Oh really. I wonder what my mother and lawyer would have to say to that. No, scratch that. How would my father feel knowing his princess was man handled by a guy? I know you don't want to meet him when he's angry. Now you clearly know my situation with getting suspended and thrown out of schools. Do me this one, no do me a couple of favors and let me off with a warning since I know that whore, I mean Patricia got off on nothing. I will be getting into future troubles and I can’t afford to get into anymore trouble. Now do we have a deal or do we have to bring my father in her?" I questioned whipping my phone out.

This was not a part of the plan but I liked it. This guy was clearly getting flustered and scared. Hell yes, be scared of my father. He sure as hell does not play when it comes to men man handling or talking down to his two favorite women in his life.

"O-okay. I'll just give you a weeks detention-"

"No. I don't want ANYTHING," I demanded.

"Okay Ashleey. This whole thing never happened as far as I can see. You will have to deal with Mr. Andersonon your own. When it comes to him, I want nothing to do with him," he confessed.

"Alrighty then. Adios, catch ya on the flip side." I jumped up and walked out the office towards my locker.

Turning the corner, I spotted a guy standing near my locker. Walking closer, I realized it was Blu. He looked up and noticed me. My heart started pounding ferociously as I turned around and started speed walking the other way. I felt a pair of hands grab my wrist and turn me around.

"Wait. Ash, I can explain," Blu started.

"No. Save it for someone who cares. I don't even want to think about that. I can't. How can you be related to that THING??!! No. Don't answer I don't want to know." Snatching my hands away, I started walking away.

I heard a sigh and looked back to see Blu standing there with a desperate look on his face. He ran his hands through his hair then over his face. "Ashleey, he was an experiment gone wrong."

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