Capable Of Murder...But Not Love

CHAPTER 12

For someone who was no doubtably going to get expelled on their first day of school, I felt extremely calm.

Leaning back in the hard covered plastic chairs I gazed up at the ceiling in pure boredom.

"I wonder what class I'm suppose to be in right now" I pondered

"Thank you." Whispered a soft voice.

Turning my head lazily in the direction from which it came-I immediately locked eyes with Aeryk.

"Umm I-uh-," he cleared his throat, "For-for-you know, what you did back there...in the lunchroom." Aeryk mumbled, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

"It was awesome, and I just wanted to thank you, "he muttered smiling down at the ground, "no-no one ever stands up to Trevor like-like that," he smiled to himself before looking up at me, "you're so amaz-" Aeryk began to say but was cut off by the sound of the front office door obnoxiously squeaking open.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." Aeryk muttered bitterly just as the older looking man and woman from earlier walked through the door. Followed by Uncle Milo, and a limping Trevor who was now carrying crutches and an icepack under his arm.

"Fucking idiot." My thoughts muttered.

"You two...in my office," the older looking gentleman who was clearly wearing a toupee scorned as he stood stiffly in front of Aeryk and I, "and you too Mr. Onassis," he grumbled pointing at Trevor before storming into an office marked in big bold white letters 'Principal Doupee'.

"I guess my assumptions from earlier were right." I thought standing up from my seat whilst grabbing my backpack from off of the floor.

"Yeah...this should be very entertaining." The small voice in the back of my head murmured as I followed behind Aeryk.

However, just before I could step foot into the office, I felt someone step on the back of my shoe-nearly making me trip toward.

"Oh Crap," Uncle Milo exclaimed reaching forward to steady me, "I'm so sorry Piglet. I didn't mean to do that are you okay!" He said looking over me to see if I was okay.

Shrugging off his touch, I quickly fix my shoe before sending him an annoyed glare.

"Sorry." He mouthed.

Narrowing my eyes, I give him one last glare before stomping into the office and taking note that the only seat available-coincidentally was the one closest to the door, the furthest away from Trevor, and where a security guard just so happened to be standing.

"Thank God!" The small voice cheered at the thought of not having to sit next to that walking pile of dog feces.

Taking my seat, the room was immediately consumed by silence.

No one dared to utter a single word, and after a solid five minutes of absolute quiet, I could see the large vein hiding behind Principal Doupee's obvious toupee twitch as he began to loose his patience.

"Well," Principal Doupee called out angrily looking between the three of us, "...is someone going to tell me what happened. Or am I going to have to start handing out pink slips!" He yelled, his face slowly turning red.

But before anyone could utter a word the intercom on his desk came to life, and a sugary sweet voice filled the room, "Sir, the parents are here."

"Good, send them in please." He called into the speaker.

And as soon as Principal Doupee took his finger off the intercom button the door to his office burst open with a crazed looking woman scanning the room frantically until her eyes landed on Trevor.