On my way to class I heard someone mutter something about my jeans.
Yes jeans.
Regrettably I decided to wear some jeans, which already felt constricting but I tried to ignore it.
I flicked the stupid girl off, not noticing that staff was nearby.
"Miss Pares. "
'Oh no. '
I cleared my throat, and responded. "Yes? "
"Follow me. "
'I swear if this is about yesterday...'
"Sit. "
"Oh. Right. "
"Miss. Pares. I was informed yesterday about your little misbehavior-"
"Sean was the one who disrespected me!"
"Keep your voice down young lady! "
"Sorry... "
'Fuck i'm so busted'
"Koleen this has been your second misbehavior and it's barely September. "
"I know, it's just too many people are mean to me in this school-"
"Then I suggest you move out of here, or control your temper. This school will not tolerate misbehavior just because you can't control yourself. "
"Yes I can. " I muttered under my breath.
"What was that? "
"Nothing, ok fine. I'll control myself. " I said getting up to leave.
It was messed up but my mom would never let me move just because I'm having problems.
"Nuh, uh, uh. I let you slide the first time, and Sean insists on putting charges on you, but I told him I'll take care of the punishment...You're lucky I'm letting you off easy-"
"So I'm only getting detention?!" I said excitedly.
"No, you're suspended for the next 3 weeks of Cross-Country meets.But nothing says you can't run on your own. " He winked and smiled.
My face fell.
"W-what? "
"There's still a few meets after that so don't worry."
"That's not fair! The team depends on me-"
"The girls will do just fine without you! "
I looked at him, searching for any bluffing.
He opened the door and led me out of his office.
'This is just not my week..' I said in my mind. Little tears finally escaping. I darted towards the girls bathroom, locked myself in a stall.
'It wasn't fair. I hated this school so much. '
Cross Country is literally everything to me, and stupid Sean had to get me in trouble.
It's my last year for fuck sakes, I wanted to make the most out of every single meet.
I would've probably called Crystal, but she wouldn't understand.
She wouldn't relate.
She doesn't know the nerves you get in the pit of your stomach while heading to the meets.
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The ThickGirl and The Badboy
Teen Fiction"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself...
