Ray POV
I slowly turned around emitting a very dark and cold aura. I will not let this pass. How dare he?!
"What the fuck is your problem?!" I yelled at the guy grabbing his collar and pulling towards mine. Fear is evident in his eyes.
"I-I'm s-s-sor-r-ry," he said stuttering and shaking.
"Sorry? Your sorry can't return my taco! I don't have enough time to go to that stupid cafeteria and buy another one! You'll pay for this!" I shouted back and punched him straight in the face.
"What's all this noise about?!" I heard the guidance councilor, "Both of you, in the office. NOW!"
"Tsk," I looked at him annoyed. I let go of the stupid guy and went straight to the office, walking past through the guidance councilor.
Before I enter, I heard a female voice yelled and it looks like she banged her fist in the wall. I came in kicking the door with an annoyed and bored look.
I saw Roxy leaning by the wall, her eyes closed and looking up. It looks like she's calming herself. Suddenly, he looked at me with a deathly glare. What's wrong with her? I asked myself when my eyebrows met.
"What are you doing here?" We asked in unison. What a coincidence!
"It's your fault I'm here!"she said with a pointing look.
"And why are you putting all the blame in me?"I asked.
"It's your fault I'm late in my next class. I even forgot that Mr. Terror is the next teacher."
"It's not my problem that you went to the clinic to check out on me!"
"That's enough you two!" we both looked at the front door to see the Mr. Terror/guidance councilor.
"The both of you will clean the gym later for being late in the class and punching your schoolmates," he announced. We both groaned, completely disagreeing with the punishment.
"Wait what? Shouldn't Roxy be having a detention only for being late," I asked looking confused.
"Well, I punched someone when walking on my way to the corrider. You can't blame me. It's what I do when I'm pissed off," she answered me with a blank expression, "What did you do?"
"I just punched the guy who wasted my taco. He deserves it, better reason than yours."
"It's not yours anyway."
"You gave it to me so it's mine now."
"Well--" Roxy was cutted when Mr. Terror interrupted,"Enough with your childish fight. Stay here within an hour and return to your classes." He then walked out, closing the door and leaving us alone here in the office.
"Pain in the ass," I muttered.
"Better shut up, dwerp!" she told me giving me a cold stare.
"What did you just called me?"
"Dwerp, jerk, whatever.." she said whilst rolling her eyes and waving her rght had in the air.
"Whatever Foxy!" I said and take my seat.
"I did not like what you just addressed me,"
"Neither do I. Wanna race?" I saw her smirked with amusement and nod, "Sure. Why not?"
I smirked too thinking this would be great. "To the gym?" I asked. "To the gym," she answered.
The hour passed quickly as we talked about the rules.
Roxy POV
After our detention passed, we went to our class, same class. The time passed by silently while my mind was set on the race. Looks like I'm overexciting myself.
The signal starts when the bell rings. Only one more minute and the race starts. I took a peek at him at my back and I can feel that he's also getting heated up. We both smirked to each other.
"Can't wait to see you lose," I gave him a sweet smile.
"Let's see then," he replied with a wide smirk.
"Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!" The bell rang and I immediately made my way to the door.
The students we're a bit shocked of our sudden outburst. As I almost reached for the door, I took a quick glance at my back, but shocked of what happened next.
