It is What It is | {L.T./A.I.} | on hold

two

Here I was sat in the prinipal's office next to a smirking Louis Tomlinson while he adjusted the ice pack on his cheek. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair, the only thing I have been doing for the past thirty minutes. I've already missed lunch and has now continuing to miss English class with Dominick and Kat.

Juding from my peripheral vision, Louis hasn't stopped smirking since I smacked him in the face. My ass was getting uncomfortable in the hard navy blue plasic chair that was placed against the white brick wall, but I was even more uncomfortable just sitting next to Louis.

I don't know what he did to me that made me do that, get so worked up. I have met people that I didn't like at first impression, people I weren't afraid to stand up to. But never once have I slapped someone across the face with such little words exchanged. I admit it was inappropriate, but there wasn't a part of my body that doesn't think he didn't deserve it, even if I couldn't project a reasonable excuse for it.

He was just so stuck up like he knew exactly what was running through my mind at the exact moments when he absolutly did not. I just think what made me so mad is that he was right...It pains me to admit that to myself and not even satan couldn't make me say it aloud, but I think he was right. I didn't mean to do any of it like the way he put it, but after analyzing my actions and his words and it just seems to be so relevant to each other. No matter how much I hated thinking it was the cold hard truth.

More minutes past and Louis fidgeting became more and more irritating by the second as his patience grew thin.

A student with a sad face made his way out of Mr. Pearson's office, telling me he was done punishing another student. He met my eyes and looked confused, "Elijah Bullock and Louis Tomlinson," he said with suspision, calling us into his office for analysis over our little problem.

I could see why he was confused, I knew this principal personally since I first came to this school as a tiny little freshman. He knew me and I had never been to the principal's office unless it was for an award or I needed to talk to him about something with clubs or maybe even tell him happy birthday. Out of all the times I had seen him, this was the first time I had to for a negative reason. And to be honest...I was nervous. I knew this was going to get on my record and none of the colleges I want tollerate the smallest bit of violence.

Louis walked in first, letting the heavy door practically crush my small frame on the way in. We sat down in the two blue cushioned chair in front of Mr. Pearson's desk.

He sighed, mumbling to himself as he searched on a paper of the consequence for our presence here.

"I have to say, this is a first Elijah. Kind of unbelievable," he told me with a smile. I smiled back with a nod, not really having much else to say. It was my fault that we were here.

I was glad he wasn't going to be hard on my like other adults would be. But with Louis actually looking like a delinquint and me being me, knowing Mr. Pearson personally, I'm sure he would take me side. It just seems Louis is very pursasive, just a second ago he was giving me and explanation for my own actions...not only that, but convincing me as well. Only lord knows what he could do with information were he is the victim and I'm the suspect. He could probably get me expelled with the right words being said.

I practically scoffed at that, I'm the victim...it was just defense...in a way.

"And the first day Mr. Tomlinson? I would say it's nice to meet you, but it's unfortunate that it's under these circumstances," Mr. Pearson said, finally acknowledging Louis, still looking though papers, often flashing to his computer.