RDJ Imagines

Schooled

Here I am. Another day of dumb ass school. I can't wait till the day I graduate and get out of this high school. Wait did I say high school, I meant hell hole.

It seems like every single day goes by slower. The classes seem like years, and the quarters seem like decades. The kids sell drugs behind the teachers back, and they hold therapy sessions in the boys bathroom. So much for a high school right?

But in all honesty, I can't judge because hey, I made a couple of deals, and I even helped organize a riot to keep the lounge house with my best friend Charlie Bartlett. So, maybe I should shut my mouth.

Anyways, the only reason why I actually make a effort to get here is because of the principal, Mr. Gardener. Ah yes, 'mr get back to class'. Yeah yeah, I have a problem, and the problem may seem trivial, but I have a crush on the guy.

It all started when Charlie and I got sent to his office because we were selling tapes of fights to all the other students for a couple good bucks.

Next thing I knew, I found myself in his office more often for stupid little issues that teachers found rebellious, sitting in front of him and having my heart jump out of my chest everytime he said my name.

Sometimes I had a feeling he liked me back because some things he did made my mind race with wonder. But maybe I was taking his friendliness for something more. Who knows...

I walked into history class with my bag on my shoulder. I went to my seat, and sat down; taking out my books and placing them on my desk.

Class begun, and Mrs. Peters' voice filled the room. She spoke about World War II and causes of the war. I was bored out of my mind. She's been on this topic for over three weeks now, so I hope you understand why I'm sitting here and zoning out.

Charlie was about a few seats away from me, and I noticed he kept glancing in my direction. I looked over at him when Mrs. Peters wasn't looking.

He had his book open, and he mouthed 'close it on three, pass it on'. I smiled, then nodded. I leaned over to the closest person near me, and passed the message on. Soon, the whole class had their books wide open.

I looked back at Charlie, and mouthed 'i'll start it'. He nodded, and I looked around. Mrs. Peters had her back to the class, as she wrote on the board.

I rose my hand in the air, and put three fingers up. Then two, then one, and the whole class closed their books on time; making a loud bam.

Mrs. Peters jumped, and dropped the marker onto the ground. She quickly turned around to see the whole class laughing. She gave a stern look, and the laughter died down. But I was still laughing.

"Do you find that funny Miss Y/L/N?" She asked, still looking pissed. I shifted in my seat.

"Kind of." I said, being a smart ass.

"Well let's see if you find the principal's office funny." She retorted. My eyes widened.

"Are you kidding me!?" I said, as the whole class began to say 'ooo' in unison.

"I kid you not, now get out of my classroom."

"But--"

"No buts. Leave before I call security." She said, as I put my things away, and slung my bag over my shoulder. I walked out the class, muttering terrible things under my breath; feeling angry.

I eventually made my way to Mr. Gardener's office. I lazily opened his door, and walked in.

He was sitting at his desk, with reading glasses on as he read the newspaper. He looked up at me over the brim of his glasses and placed the newspaper down on his desk.

"Back again? Are you starting a beginning of the year streak Miss Y/L/N?" He said.

"No." I said plainly. I stood before him, until he motioned me to sit down.

"What did you do now?" He asked.

I sighed. "Mrs. Peters kicked me out because I made the whole class slam their books shut in unison, but it wasn't my idea." I said, not looked at him.

"But you went along with it, so it sort of was your agenda." He said simply, leaning forward in his seat. "Isn't that correct?"

I looked at him, and his hazel eyes made my heart flutter. He looked so handsome, I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"I do believe the answer to my question isn't written on my face." He said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Well, you never know..." I said, smirking. Gosh what the hell am I saying!? He took his glasses off.

Mr. Gardener got up from his desk, and went to go lean on the wall; crossing his arms. I could see his muscles begging to be freed from his button up.

"Since this incident isn't such a big deal, the minimum punishment I can give you is after school detention that will be held here in my office." He said.

"Wait, I can't I have--"

"Doesn't matter. You did what you did, so now you have to pay the price. That's how the world works." He shrugged. "You should've thought of the consequences before your actions."

Well yeah, he had a point there. I looked down at my hands that rested in my lap. I heard him walk over to me, but I didn't look up. I could tell he was close because the smell of his sweet cologne filled my nose.

"After school detention starts three o'clock sharp. Don't be late." He said, close to my ear in a low tone. His voice sent shivers down my spine. I heard the door open, then close. I looked around the room and realized that he left.

I took a breath, and stood up; leaving his office. I walked out to the hallway, and ran a hand through my hair. What just happened?

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There will be a sequel for this imagine coming! I decided to double up today, because I had some free time, and because school is almost here and I wish Rdj was at my school >.< But I hope you guys liked it :) please vote and comment if you did!

-Duckling out ^.^