Mitch convinced me to stay and chill with him in the boys bathroom for a while after destroying Mr Style's car. Despite the mix of weird and terrified looks I receive from the male students who entered over the last hour, we were having a pretty good time. Conversing about our likes and dislikes.
"No definitely not. Pizza is hands down better then tacos" I state crossing my arms over my chest annoyed he even thought tacos were better.
"No way, you have never tasted my tacos obviously. They're the best." He retaliated.
I cringe outwardly, "I dont think I'd ever want to taste your cooking."
He laughs almost falling of the counter. "Why not?"
"Because I- can you hear that?" I stop hearing a commotion outside in the hallway.
"Shit I think they found the car!" He exclaims excitingly. I jump off the counter dragging him off and running out of the bathroom to try and make it in time to witness Mr Styles' reaction.
As soon as we make it out of the crowded hallway and squeezing through the students crowded by the entrance we hear a deep voice shouting.
"Who did this to my car!? Do you know how expensive my car is!?" Mr Styles screams from the middle of the circle formed around him of students and teachers.
Previously an hour before of continuously clicking the unlock button of Mr Styles' keys we came across the blinking lights of an impressively clean shiny silver Audi R8. Leaving both Mitch and me shocked and second guessing whether to just steal his car and keep it instead which resulted in us arguing on who would take it and keep it, which also resulted in me throwing the paint over it so he wouldn't have it, meaning I couldn't keep it either so we carried on with the plan to reck the beautiful car.
And there it sat. Looking a mixture of pink, blue and purple. With beautiful tissue dressing. And little bit of sparkle thanks to Mitch and his good eye on the art departments shelfs.
"If no one owns up now I will be taking this to the police. Don't think I won't. Im a new teacher, not a student!" He shouts. However after the words come out he looks like he is hit with sudden realisation. Eyes hurriedly scanning the massive group of students, suddenly stopping to meet mine with a glare. A smirk grew on my face to reflect my obvious accomplishment.
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"Are you crazy! Do you have an idea what you have gotten yourself into Nikita!" Mr Styles screams then carries on pacing back and forth in front of me. After his realisation he cleared everyone back to lessons and dragged me into his office while my class went back into our classroom which was next door. He has currently been lecturing me for the past fifteen minutes. "Not only is this stunt you done illegal, you vandalised a teachers car!" He stops noticing my uninterested face. "Nikita!"
"What?" I sigh stubbornly.
"Are you even listening to me. I can get you expelled!" I roll my eyes at that comment. "Was anyone else in on it with you?" He questions.
"Nope" I pick at my nails.
"No one?" He asks confused.
"Nope. Just me." He sighs out in defeat. "Right well are we done here? I'd like to get back into class now an-"
"Theres no way in hell i'm letting you back into my class ever again." He states.
"Are you fucking crazy?! You cant kick me out you don't have that authority." I glare back at him.
"Try me. Either go out and clean the mess you made, pay for the mess you made or never set foot into my classroom ever again. You're lucky I don't want to get the police involved." He challenges walking closer to me, towering over me.
Despite the fact I'm fuming right now, I can smell his distractive aftershave which smells certainly familiar. However I push it to the back of my mind for the moment.
"I'm not cleaning any of it. I'm not paying for any of it. And I'm not leaving this fucking course." I spit out at him before storming out of his office and into the classroom taking my seat in my usual spot at the back.
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Harry's POV:
I watch her storm out of my office. Running my hands through my hair frustratedly. Still not completely believing this is happening to me on my first day at work. 'What type of fucking school is this letting students run around destroying cars.' I think to myself while talking myself to man up and walk into the classroom to check on the students who I left to read scripts.
There she is sitting at the back. Gazing at her phone in her hand. Mrs O'brian had warned me about Nikita beforehand. Explaining her past and recent behaviour, how she's the school bad girl/prankster. However I was convinced I could handle her, having experience of teaching plenty of troubled kids in the past. But she was definitely something else. I never expected any student to destroy my car. 'My baby' I silently cry inwardly. The beautiful Audi I brought myself after graduation, ruined.
After talking myself out of running over to her and strangling her with my bare hands no matter how illegal that also was, I inhale sharply before sauntering out of the classroom and towards the principles office. No way in hell is she getting away with this.
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Fanfic'It's a dangerous place to leave a woman feeling unloved, it won't take her long to realise she doesn't need you' Nikita Droit, the schools carefree troublemaker. She craves for adventure and adrenaline. And both of those fly right at her once her n...
