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by iconic80s

by iconic80s

Stella's POV

psst

"Dal" I whispered leaning back into the chair of my desk trying to get his attention. We sat in the back of the class, a row in between us. He mouthed back the word "what" as I got his attention. I stuck my left arm out and raised my eyebrows assuming he'd know what I wanted from him. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his juul, placing it in my hand swiftly before Mr. Richards could see.

I took a hit of his juul inhaling it before I heard my name being called from the teacher. My fucking luck. I glanced over at Dallas to see him laughing under his breath at me, I just death stared him and looked back up at Mr. Richards. Keeping my mouth closed for as long as possible.

"What're you two doing, passing notes?" he said in a sarcastic voice. Here we go... again.

"uh no" guess I didn't inhale enough as a small cloud of smoke slipped through my lips. Great.

"DeAngleo-" he began. "Yea, yea. I know the deal. I'm goin. i'm goin" I said getting up throwing my backpack over my shoulder. I glanced back at Dal trying to hold in his laughter. I just gave him the finger, "Now!" Mr. Richards yelled, handing me a little yellow slip as I walked through the door.

pass to principle

I saw Sodapop and Steve walking back from lunch while I was walking to the principal's office. "Hey Angelo, again?" Steve said with a laugh grabbing the yellow slip out of my hand.

"Probably just another dentition, man they should stop trying at this point. What is a detention gonna do. Make me not juul i'm confused" I said laughing taking back my beloved principle pass. "Good luck with that" Soda said as we parted ways.

I walked in through the office throwing my bag on a chair. "Hey Sandra" I said to the older woman working at the desk. She knew me by now, I got caught juuling in class all the time, wasn't just me though. You'd get thirty guys in the bathroom at once all smoking god knows what coming into this office once a week.

"Welcome back Stella" She said with a sigh. "What is it now?" She asked. She knew what I was there for, what else would I be there for besides juuling or cutting class.

"Got caught juuling in Richards's class again" I said sitting in the chair placed in front of her desk. "Wasn't even mine" I continued.

"No matter who's it is, you got caught and now you gotta pay your price. You couldn't just wait till you left the building to "smoke juul" she said with a laugh. I guess she was right. I could've waited or just left the room. But that class bores me half to death. The only thing getting me through that dreadful forty minutes of hell was the fact that Dal always let me rip his juul even through I got my own. And just the fact that he was in the class.

Dal was one of my best friends, we're like the same person. Rules don't apply to us, maybe if I don't feel like pissing anybody off. We fuck around and get into a lot of trouble. It's usually I get Dal in trouble, or he gets me in trouble. Everyone in this school thinks we're dating or something which would never fucking happen. He's too much like me to date him... well I wouldn't mind dating myself, i'm fucking cool. But you get the point.

Mrs. Adams (Sandra) dialed the little phone that looked like it hadn't been changed since the second this school opened. "Hi, Ms. Scarpantonio, Stella DeAngelo is here for you" she said in a sweet voice. Mrs. Adams was one of those super chill teachers that you can talk about anything with and she won't care. One time I told her how I got so drunk in woodstock and tried to climb a tree... didn't end well. Ended up the next morning with a bunch of bruises, scratches and some splinters in my hands.

You're probably confused asking yourself "what the fuck is woodstock?". It's not the Woodstock your thinking of, but it's just like it in a way. My school has this hangout place where we all get drunk, high and do illegal shit in, its in the middle of the woods so the cops don't find out. That's why we call it Woodstock, Wood(s)stock. We call it "the stock"

"Okay you can go in... good luck kid" she said with a smile. She was such a nugget. Are all old people so precious or is that just me?... just me? Okay cool.

"Nothing new here" I said back. I walked down the long narrow hallway which basically lead to hell. Mrs. Scarpantonio was a real bitch. One thing you'll get to know about me is that I love to piss people off, like it's an issue. People that are trying to be mad at me, I like messing with their heads making them more mad at me, but less. Is this making sense or am I speaking Chinese. Anyway point is, I'm an annoying cunt to people that are annoying cunts.

"Nice to see ya again Roxy" I said hopping onto a chair sitting across from her desk. Her full name was Roxanne, Roxanne Scarpantonio. Unfortunate right. I picked up a pen off her desk which would soon be snatched out of my hands.

"It's Mrs. Scarpantonio to you." she said flatly. I've came to realize that i've never meet one happy principal. They are all just fucking miserable. Guess it comes with working in an office disciplining teenagers seven hours a day, five days a week. "Mr. Richards called me telling me you were smoking vape in the back of his classroom. Is that correct?" she said placing her glasses on the tip of her nose.

"Smoking vape?" I said laughing, she didn't get the joke. "I prefer the term ripping juul" I said picking up another pen off her desk and began to click it, ya know the sound that pisses people off. Yea.

"Whatever you want to call it, this is your fifth time this month being called down for it." she said.

"You know telling me what I'm doing is wrong isn't going to "mold me into a better person" I said sarcastically. Seriously though, telling me smoking in the back of the classroom isn't gonna make me stop, it's gonna make me laugh.

"Well hopefully this three day out of school suspension will help you understand sweetie" she replied. Guess she wasn't too much of a fan of my previous answer.

"Come on Roxy, I thought we were friends" I said standing up out if my chair. I was completely joking, and it was completely obvious.

"Well if you want to be friends, see you in three days Stella" she said opening her office door motioning me to leave the room.

well fuck.

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Hey,
first chapter a little dry I know I know. I'm trying to make this as little bit of cringe as it possibly can.

I'll be referencing juuling a lot bc i picture Dal and the gang juuling in my head and it's fuckin hot.

so yea.... get used to it.