Highschool Days

Chapter 42

NPOV

Flash started his morning like any other. He woke up to his alarm, threw it across the room, only to get up to retrieve it. He brushed his teeth, shuffled some leftover food into his mouth from the fridge, and walked to school (seeing as his car still needed new tires and he didn't have the time to install them).

However, when he arrived at school, something felt odd.  He walked into the school like normal, tripped a kid or two, laughed at their humiliation and walked into math class. 

Surprisingly enough, Hannah nor Wade was there. Wade not being there could be excused by decathlon club, somewhere where Flash needed to be right at this moment. Hannah could be intentionally avoiding him. That whore deserved it anyway.

When the teacher finally arrived, she was carrying her bag, overflowing with papers. "Good morning, class. Please take your seats and," the teacher spotted Flash sitting in the front, where he normally sat and narrowed her eyes at him. "Pull out your homework."

Flash scoffed quietly, finding this reaction quite odd, as this math teacher felt neutral to all the students. "Old bitch," Flash mumbled, before continuing his morning. The class was going as normal until. 

"Ms. Gate can you send Eugene Thompson to the office immedia--" The intercom got cut off. Ms. Gate looked at Flash expectingly. The intercom was a bit bugging, usually cutting off when the secretary talked through it. Flash pointed to his belongings awkwardly. "Should I, like, get my things and go or--" "No, no. Stay. She'll call again."

Yeah, Ms. Gate was kinda annoying like that. Flash rolled his eyes and went back to work. So two minutes later, the whole class went stiff when four polices officers walked in, holding handguns and blackjacks. They spotted Flash in under a second, and the black policeman crossed his arms.

"Okay son, don't make this harder on yourself, and just stand up."

Flash's eyes widen and he dropped his pencil. The second police officer approached him and Flash stood from his seat abruptly. "You got the wrong guy, officer."

"Don't say anything, kid."   

"Chill man, chill!" The officer was clicking the cuffs on, and the rest of the class stared in shock. Flash began to struggle, wiggling around. One of the other police officers came over to hold him down. "Stop resisting," he said in a monotone voice.

Ms. Gate grabbed her mug full of ice tea and took a sip nonchalantly. "Boys, can you take this little hooligan out of my classroom? I'm trying to teach my class." Police Officer #1 (with the cuffs) looked at her meekly. "Sorry ma'am," he tipped his hat quickly, before pulling Flash's arms behind his back, causing him to hiss in pain.

Flash continued to complain and struggle even as the police officers escorted him through the hallway, causing students and even teachers to curiously peering from their doorways. Flash hung his head, not wanting anyone to see it was truly him getting taken out by the fuzz.

"Eh Flash Thompson!" One jock cheered in a mocking expression. Girls were whispering and giggling with each other. Flash growled lowly as he was dragged outside, where he saw cop cars waiting to assist if he were to resist.

He also saw a fancy black car with tinted windows. "What did I do, man!" Flash cried out in frustration.  The policeman holding him rolled his eyes and straightened Flash up to see Hannah, Wade, Tony, and Steve emerging from the car.

Hannah held up the old phone that Flash had given her that fateful night. "You raped an innocent kid, Eugene. That's what you did!"

Wade crossed his arms, counting off his fingers. "Not only that, but you've tormented Peter and Hannah on numerous accounts."