Clothed in our grief

Chapter ten

The principle seemed very eager to expel Damian.

Saying something about how much it brings back memories of when Bruce went here, which only made Damian tell the principle it's technically illegal for him to be expelled just because of the principles personal feelings towards the Wayne family. Yeah, you were in the room for this long lecture. Sitting in the large leather chair next to Damian on the other side of the principles desk. And as he mentioned having Bruce in that same spot during his freshmen year, the principle definitely looked the part of being old enough to have seen it and now relived it.

And of course, you felt very, very awkward just sitting there and listening to all of this. It was obvious by how you were sitting, and by how you kept trying to look anywhere but the principle and Damian. What did his dad do? You don't doubt he went here, this is a private school. And it's an expensive one.

"And you." He turned to look at you now just getting to you. Pulling out some documents from files, that read your name. Not just what you are now, but before your parents legally split. Your school records, criminal records, grades, things like that.

"(Y/n) (L/n)-Consta-"
"It's just (L/n) now." You corrected, and instantly didn't even feel the regret for it due to how much you hate that name. How much you hated going by it for the first five years of your life, hated how often people sometimes still call you that. It brings up bad memories, and none of which you want to relive.

"Never been suspended a day in your life, perfect attendance...average grades. Not to mention, on a scholarship?" He continued going on, about how you had a good thing going for you. mentioned how you didn't have anything on your criminal record. Well, that's because it's all been wiped clean. And you tried so hard not to listen to him talking to you. Tried so hard to completely ignore the slight mention of your criminal record, even bringing it up made you twitch under sight of prying eyes. You did this until you were spacing out, your focus becoming blurry and uncertain. Unfocused, and fuzzy.

"Now does that sound fair?"
"Of course not! I'd rather have detention." It was Damian's annoyed shout that snapped you back into reality, looking over at him to see him glaring at you with those same bright green piercing eyes and crossed arms.

"That's wrong, and you can't make me do it." Damian specializes in sounding like a brat, and when you looked back to the principle as if asking for an explanation, he opened his mouth to give one.

"The musical production has been lacking for the past five years, it's not going to make a difference if people who don't want to do it are involved anymore. It says here that (Y/n) is currently in Drama, so this is how the two of you will work off your detentions."

"I'm only in Drama as someone who helps backstage and things like that, I've never been in detention but isn't it just being put in a room and told to do extra classwork?" You asked, to which the principle shook his head and explained that if there's anything a student can help out with other than just being put in an empty room and do nothing, then it will be done.

"So what exactly is it that we're doing?"
"Weren't you listening?"

*****

"We go together like Rama-lama-lama, ka-dingity-ding-da-dong! Remembered forever, as shoo-bop sha-wada-wada yippity boom-de-boom!"

You were spun around in the stage, black leggings making it easier to move and the grey t-shirt loose on your torso. The sneakers squeaked against the wood floor when you slid your left foot back, stomping it down.

Eventually the comfy leggings would have to be replaced with a swing poodle skirt that would end up going to your ankles. The loose t-shirt would only have to be replaced with a white blouse, and the comfy sneakers? Eventually they'd be replaced with saddle shoes, and socks with a frilly lace to the top of it. Your hair that was now up in a loose ponytail, would have to have curled bangs and pinned back.