It was seventh period when two school police officers knocked on the classroom door. They walked in, an anomaly in a classroom full of high school seniors, most lazing around while others were paying to the teacher with rapt attention.
One look at the officers, and whispers began like wildfire.
"McDermott," the officer (who seemed acquainted with him) walked directly to him, handcuffs in hand. He roughly forced McDermott out of his chair and pulled his arms back. "Come with me, boy."
"Why?" McDermott struggled, his words icy.
"For fighting on school grounds and causing destruction to public property, while endangering the lives of many students," the Officer droned, and McDermott narrowed his eyes.
"You're not arresting me, but you decide to use excessive force to get me out of my goddamned desk? The hell is wrong with you?" The Officer quickly backhanded the back of McDermott's head, causing him to shut his mouth.
Whispers turned out to be full blown exclamations when the Officer lead McDermott out of the classroom (without a complaint from his part). I made eye contact with McDermott, choosing to look away at his blunt stare.
While McDermott was being led out, the other Officer with the bushy mustache requested of the teacher, "I'm looking for Arwen Meade."
I froze as the entire class turned to stare at me.
"I'm guessing you're her?" The Officer pursed his lips when I nodded.
"Yes, sir."
He walked towards me and my heart stopped beating.
"Let's have a little chat. Come with me," he motioned for me to get out of my desk and I complied, my mind working overdrive.
I was led out of the classroom, numb from disbelief, while the rest of the class looked on, just like how I had stared when McDermott was led out of the room.
Once we got outside the classroom, we witnessed the other Officer speaking heatedly to McDermott, "You're screwing up your life, boy!"
"Everything okay here, gentlemen?" The police officer responsible for me asked. "Ben?" He prompted, the other officer looking at him. McDermott's eyes slid from my captor to me, a slightly shocked expression decorating his face for a second. I raised my eyebrows in reply, McDermott averting his eyes.
The officers led us to the Dean's office, two chairs on one side of a long table, and two on the opposite side- the Principle and Dean sitting in two of the four. Once we were seated, the officers stationed themselves outside the door, and the questioning began.
"You both are under questioning for an incident that occurred on campus early this morning. Please be as helpful as you can, so we can wrap this issue up as quickly and efficiently as possible." The Dean informed us, and I flinched at her cold tone.
"What were you thinking?" The Principle began, his old voice croaking. "You are an exemplary student, Miss. Meade, I did not expect this of you."
He shook his head in disappointment, but I sat impassive.
"You are an honor student, a Dean's Scholar, on the path to become Valedictorian. Why are you in my office for any reason other than getting a reward?" He tried guilt tripping me, but I gave him no reaction. Seeing that he wasn't getting the response he wanted, he turned to McDermott.
"As for you," he narrowed his eyes. "What is it with you and fighting on campus, Mr. McDermott?"
McDermott glared at him for a moment before dropping his gaze to the floor. The Principle sighed, clearing his throat.
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