D for Delinquent

Nemophilist

Coven's P.O.V

Wilhite continued rollcall afterwards, but her voice was shakier. Now, everyone was aware that I was in their homeroom and an abundance of chatter erupted after I answered to my name.

I looked at the girl next to me who seemed to be the only one not giving two fucks that I'm in L2 along with her. Or that I'm sitting right next to her. She was still on her phone, typing rapidly to somebody, but at least now it was on silent so the dings couldn't give me a headache.

Homeroom passed by with me scrolling through my phone and the teacher glancing up at me in wide-eyed fear. Well, it didn't seem that my reputation got any better with me in jail.

The dismissal bell rang and students shuffled out of class in a hurry. I followed after them lazily and parted ways with most of them to head to C3 for science.

I glided into science, because I'm a motherfucking goddess, and sat down on a stool near the back.

Other students who were also placed in Level D sauntered into class and sat down. A few noticed me and started whispering excitedly. 

A guy promenaded into class and took the stool right next to mine. I narrowed my eyes at the male with a way-to-cheerful aura and pulled my seat away from him. I have a brooding reputation to uphold and he's going to ruin it all with his I-look-like-I-take-drugs-to-get-me-this-happy-but-I-don't personality.

"Hi I'm Laurent!" He greeted with a McDonalds happy meal smile.

"Goodbye Laurent," I told him and turned away to face the board.

I heard the ear-deafening screech of a metal stool being pushed in and the rustle of a backpack. A head of dirty blonde hair inched into my line of sight as the annoying ass boy sat down in the stool in front of me.

"You're Coven right? I heard you went to jail, is that true? I'm new in town, I moved from West Virginia." I watched as he smiled brightly and his light brown eyes shined. I wanted to punch the friendliness out of him.

"Hi, I'm Coven Navarro," I told him, my voice coated with a sickeningly sweet tone. "I did go to jail, and I might go to jail again if your sorry ass doesn't shut up."

His eyes widened and he instantly quieted.

The teacher, Mr. Camden, waltzed in and started introducing himself. The boy, Laurent, turned around to face the whiteboard and never spoke to me again the whole period. I smirked in victory and watched as the instructor spoke about what we were going to learn about for the rest of the year.

The bell finally rung and I got out of my seat and hurried away from the classroom to spanish. 

I struggled to keep myself awake in the class and I almost jumped out of my chair as the schoolbell rang obnoxiously loud. 

After perservering through Level D english with Mrs. Garcia and her monotonous voice, I strided out of the room and into the cafeteria. 

I stole an apple from the fruit basket, a nasty crime, I know, and went to the library to be a lonely angsty teen by myself.

Pulling my earbuds out of my pocket, I put the apple in my mouth as I untangled the damn thing.

Once my earbuds were knot-free, I put them in and turned up my Panic at the Disco until I couldn't even hear the wails of sirens. I ate the apple and scrolled through my phone, trying to find a book to read on Wattpad.

Now, for some odd reason, the school bell happens to be even louder than a police siren and decided it wanted to interrupted my peaceful state. Groaning, I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and decided in my head, prison was so much better.

I ran my hand through my hair as I made way to the rest of my classes.

• • • • • •

Flopping like a magikarp onto my bed, I sighed in relief. I got through school which seemed to be so much worse than fucking juvenile detention. I mean, at least in juvie you didn't have to see a plethora of humans. At least you didn't have to talk in actual conversations. You could just grumble or do one word answers. At least in jail you didn't have to deal with smiley West Virginia boys that got so up in your business, they were basically in your asshole. Which is great, I love it when someone is in my asshole. Love. It.

I stared out the window and watched a bunch of seventh graders ride their bikes by my house while being happy and shit.

Sighing, I lugged the history and spanish textbook out of my backpack and threw them onto my desk. A loud bang washed through my house and so did a crash as well because I may have accidentally knocked over my can of pencils.

I glared at the scattered pencils on my floor and decided that I'd pick them up later. Kicking off my socks, I looked up at the white ceiling and just closed my eyes and let the sun kiss my face.

I heard one of my parents peek in but they didn't stay for long. Their talking could be heard from my spot in the room, but I didn't bother listening. 

"Coven!" My mother called, snapping me out of my daydreams. "Time for dinner."

My feet touched the ground as I hopped out of bed in a daze. Walking torwards the kitchen, the waft of my mother's homemade pozole tingled my senses. 

I sat down at the table and greeted my father with a raise of my brows. He threw me a small smile and began digging into his dinner. I watched my mother from the corner of my eye talking about one of her co-workers while eating little bites in between her sentences. I ate the food slowly, savoring each bite. You definetly didn't get homemade pozole in prison.

Once we were all done eating, I helped my mother in silence with the dishes and went to go take a hot shower.

I changed into pajamas and slid into bed. My lights were turned off, but I was still fully awake, hearing the chirps of crickets and the opening and closing of doors and windows. 

My parents checked on me, letting a sliver of light from the hallway get into my room. Once they closed the door with a click, a wave of drapetomania washed over me.

I slowly got out of bed and changed into an ash grey hoodie along with a pair of black jeans and some running shoes.

I unlatched my window and slowly lifted the glass up, letting the cool, crisp evening air hit me in the face. I lowered my body down to the grass and I bolted.

I jogged down the sidewalks in town, ducking into shadows once I saw another human, and dashed into the woods. 

The trees were lofty here, and you could barely see the nighttime sky. I leaned against a tree, enjoying the solitude and the mysterious beauty. A nemophilist and a dendrophile I was.

The sounds of nature let me doze off, but I woke up at sunrise and hurried home.

Author's Note

Longer chapter for you my children. Hope you enjoyed!

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