Grease (Camila/You)

.17

11:55 am, Tuesday
Rydell High School
Venice, California 1959

Mr. Hussey's beady little eyes stared into Y/N's amused ones as she stood above his desk. He had a scowl plastered onto his face, making it contort into a weird, pointy, bird-like thing that Y/N wouldn't even consider human. She held back her laugh and continued to beat the teacher in a staring contest while his face continued to grow redder.

"You're killing me, Huss. What is it?" She finally let our, having become impatient and quickly sick of the situation. Her English teacher slammed a piece of paper onto the desk, sliding it towards her so she could get a look at her own name written at the top in her handwriting.

"What is this?"

"Do I really need to answer that?" She giggled before pointing at the top of the paper. "I'm not positive but I think it says 'Research Paper' right there. And some inference tells me that it's mine since, you know, my name's at the top and I remember writing it."

"Do I look stupid to you?" Hussey growled, making Y/N shrug her shoulders and nod her head slightly. "You did not write this." Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at the paper. She did, in fact, write the paper and she didn't understand why Hussey was saying she didn't.

"Yes, I did—"

"Two years of no participation from you whatsoever, and you come to my class with a beautifully written paper—"

"Thank you."

"—on analysis of the intersection between love and art, and expect to get away with it?" Hussey fumed, making Y/N nod her head in understanding. It was true, she had never been motivated to try in any of Hussey's classes that she'd taken, but that was different now. She had something to work for.

"Yes." Y/N said simply, smiling widely while she watched her teacher's anger become something huge. He side-stepped the desk between them and walked up to her, making her grow uncomfortable and anxious at how close he was to her.

"You're nothing. If you think I'll give you points on a paper you so clearly cheated on, you've got another thing coming. You won't get anywhere in life. Now I won't report you to administration if you'll confess. Tell me," he sneered, lowering his head so he was eye to eye with Y/N. "who wrote this?" Y/N felt her own anger start to build, and Hussey noticed too. She pushed it down and let her scowl turn into a smile, thinking about her motivation and the idea for the paper.

"Go ahead and report me, Hussey. In the end, you have to live with the fact that you have no proof, and I get to celebrate the idea that you loved the amazing paper that I wrote so much, you had to believe I didn't write it." She grabbed the paper off of the desk, glancing down at the A+ scribbled at the top as she started walking backward towards the door. "I'll just be going now. I have more pressing issues." She sent him a wave before disappearing completely out of the room, leaving her angry teacher behind.

The halls were empty being that most kids had already gotten out to the courtyard for lunch. She whistled as she walked towards it, going over the plan in her head as to how she was going to get Ariana to back off of Camila. It wasn't too complicated, all she really needed to do was talk to her.

She quickly made her way out of the school, pushing the door with her back as she entered the courtyard where hundreds of kids were, eating their lunch and being loud as ever. She waved to a few people as she walked between the tables towards the one in the back where all of her friends were. She ignored the turning heads, knowing damn well the people either loved her or hated her. She didn't care which was which and who was who.

She spotted Camila who was sat at in between Dinah and Matt, and waved to her when their eyes met. Camila's smile widened when she saw who it was, and beckoned her over, but Y/N shook her head and held one finger up. As she was coming upon their table, she turned right and continued on in the direction of the tiny cheer captain, who was sat with the other cheer girls and some of the jocks.