April fools

Born Singer

Friday, April 1st 2016

{Year 12}

- 3:45pm- 

Principal Stone paces back and forth behind his mahogany desk littered with papers and lined with photographs family members. He is in full lecture mode with his finger shaking in our direction and a massive grimace on his face. His bushy eyebrows are raised, creating wrinkles on his forehead, and the fluorescent lights glint off his balding head. He looks like an angry egg, and despite the severity of the situation I have to force myself not to laugh. Jungkook and Harvey sit on either side of me in front of the desk silently, and the tension rolls off of them in waves. I try to concentrate on what he is saying but I keep getting distracted by the bead of sweat that crawls from his temple down to his jawline.

"Audrey?" Stones eyes are on mine.

"Yes?"

"What happened?" He asks, his eyes softening a little as he leans against his desk.

"Well, Harvey and I had an argument, it was getting pretty heated, and he grabbed my arm," my eyes drift to Harvey but his head faces the floor in shame, "and Jungkook appeared and...." I trail off, eyes dropping to the floor.

"Mhmmm..." Stone murmurs, giving Harvey a stiff glare before turning to Jungkook, "you are both to attend lunchtime detention for two weeks for fighting in school, and will help set up the Autumn concert after school Monday next week."

"Yes sir." Harvey mumbles, eyes looking everywhere but at me.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." Jungkook bows his head respectfully.

"I hope you understand that your punishment is merely a precaution, since fighting is never the answer, but you did the right thing in stepping in," Stone turns to Harvey, "I want to see you in my office first thing Monday morning to have a chat. But until then, you are all dismissed."

Harvey stands and walks straight out of the room.

"Bye sir." I mumble, and all but run after Harvey.

"Harvey," I walk up behind him and tug on his sleeve, ready for his apology. He whips around and glares at me.

"Get off me."

"Get off me?" I snarl, my cheek throbbing, "I want an apology! You shouldn't have spoked to me like that!"

"You are way too sensitive, it would never have worked out between us anyway." He smirks, and my mouth drops.

He shoves his hands in his pockets before stalking down the hallway and out the front door. I stumble down the hall. How will I get home? Emma has already gone home since she didn't have an afternoon class and I have missed my bus. I bring my phone out from my pocket, and open up my messages. I will just have to text mum and ask her to come pick me up.