Periclum (old version)

Chapter 3

AIDEN MARTINEZ

I grumpy sat down on the chair. I grumbled profanities under my breath of what a shit school this was. God, I didn't want to be there, I didn't want to talk to anyone, and most important I didn't want to see any fucking familiar faces that only brought up these bad memories in I head. Only— fuck, only if I could punch the living daylights out of everyone that looked at me the slightest wrong with their pathetic scared gazes I would, I wouldn't spare a second in punching holes through those nut heads and if it was me a year ago, I would have been in at least five fights already.

"Language, Aiden," The principal, Mrs. Roberts uttered. I remembered her name as a clear day and it almost felt like I was in her office just yesterday for being in trouble by setting a chair on fire or getting into a foolish fight that mostly got me a warning or suspension. She was sitting behind her office table, wearing her experience suit which I thought looked ridiculous, and her million-dollar watch that mocked me in many ways.

I shut his mouth closed from cursing as I glared rockets at her.

"I get that you don't want to be here." Mrs. Roberts pronounced directly to me. She placed her clothed forearms on her dark brown wooden table, locking her fingers together as that clicking of her rings stacked together.

I side-glanced up at her for a second before I scoffed. "Yet you're sending me here," I gruffed from the chair before I straightened up my back and rested my back against the chair. "And as far as I know, I haven't done anything wrong."

And I haven't either. There haven't been any fights, from me at least, and although I have been tempted to throw fists at annoying-looking people, I have kept my anger inside of me... Well, at least on the school ground.

"Yet," Mrs. Roberts mumbled from behind the desk and made me threw a warning glare at her way. She didn't seem to even catch a glimpse of it due to how many times she has had a conversation with me in her office.

"But your scar says otherwise." She continued after a pause. I bit hard on the inside of my cheek.

Of course, she would bring up that fucking scar.

"Let me guess that you're going to bring up Lucas' black eye too?" I sarcastically said to her as I looked at her with a boring look. She always, always, did the same thing. Asked about my bruises and another bruise and cuts and blah blah blah but as far as I knew, she had nothing to do with it.

Trying to be my fucking therapist.

I hated when people tried to invade my personal life.

The principal let out a small sigh. Her blonde hair was in a tight bun and I swore I had never seen a hair strand stick out of that needlessly amount of hairspray. "Was that a fight on the-" Mrs. Roberts started but I quickly cut her off with a hard grunt, "No, it wasn't a fight," the grip on the armrest tightened, "not on the school ground, at least."

I refused to look at her so instead I glared down at the floor. I threw a hand through my thick curly hair in frustration and already knew what Mrs. Roberts was going to say next.

"How-"

"He pissed me off. I punched him and he punched me back." Was all I angrily said, making Mrs. Roberts raise a sharp brow in question. I threw the same look back at her. Mrs. Roberts was obviously not going to go easy on me but I wasn't going to back down either.

"Aiden-"

"Can you just come to the fucking point already? I'm tired of being here." I uttered from my seat impatiently, staring into Mrs. Roberts' dark blue eyes while speaking. I was tired of her shit and just wanted to get this over with. I had other things to do.