My Little Delinquent

RIP Mr. Bell

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

-Will Rogers

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Athena's POV

Laying on my bed I observed my room. It was a large rectangular shaped room with beautiful blue walls there was an unfinished mural on one of the walls that made me think the person who had this room last started it before they left and never got the chance to finish the gorgeous painting.

It was of street parade, they colours were vibrant and bright, if I stared at it long enough I could swear that the people in the painting danced and I could hear the beat they were moving to.

The room contained a single queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. There was a desk in one corner that faced a window that looked out onto a garden. In the room, there was also a middle-sized bathroom and a double oak wardrobe that I had put my clothes on. The picture of my mother sat on my bed side table and my guitar sat in the corner of my room by the door, ready to be played at any moment.

Billy came back a couple minutes after I had settled in and told me that he'd come and get me when it was time for lunch before leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. I was slightly intrigued to know who else was on this hall and why it was only me and them.

I stood up and grabbed my charger from my desk before plugging it into the wall with my phone. I left it to charge before I curled up on my bed and closed my eyes hoping to get couple minutes sleep. Since I hadn't had any in over 24 hours.

Around ten minutes later I was jerked awake from my small nap by the sound of an ear splinting bell shrieking in the hall. I jumped up from my bed and run into the hall thinking it must be a fire alarm of some sort.

The bell could be described as something between a guttural cry and a shriek. It was infuriating, it grated the nerves, it made you grind your teeth until it was done. But it was very effective.

Further down the hall a tall guy with ebony hair walked into the hall from his room next to mine. "What the fuck is that dreadful noise?" I screamed. He turned to look at me, folding his arms across his chest with a smirk.

"Shut it your stupid bell!" I screamed at the bell. Good that did.

"That is the bell telling you its lunch." He laughed. I glared at him before turning back into my room and remerging a few seconds with a pole from my guitar stand. I marched to where the bell was still ringing in the middle of the hall on the wall and swung the pole so it shattered the annoying bell, silencing it. RIP Mr. Bell.

I turned back to the staring boy and gave him a smile. "Ah silence at last." Billy strided down the hall only a few seconds later. He stopped a few feet away from me and the boy. I hid the pole behind my back and smiled sweetly at Billy. He glanced at the smashed bell and the looked at me an eyebrow raised. "What did you do now?"

I took a few steps back and threw the pole back in my bedroom before slamming my door shut. I bat my eyelashes and give him and innocent smile. "Me? I haven't done anything Billy. Why do you always assume it's me? How do you know that dude didn't smash that bell because it was more annoying than nails on a chalk board?"

The mystery guy scowled at me for accusing him but I just winked at him in return. "I'm blaming you because Asher may be 'Class 5' but he's not crazy enough to smash a bell because he doesn't like the sound of it." Billy nods towards Asher and he high fives him in return.