Still human

Dont poke the wolf.

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Me and Seiren walked in silence towards detention, which gave me plenty of time to think of a plan to uncover what she was hiding. Once we got to the library I had devised a plan of mass destruction! Well... not really. I'd been texting my cousin Aja as we walked and turned out she had detention too! Actually she was just volunteering to re-stack the shelves, but whatever. Basically, she was gonna act like a crazy person and block Seiren in the very back corner of the library (where no-one could hear her scream) and try to get whatever she was hiding out of her. Great plan right?

'Who ya texting?'

My head snapped up as I shoved my phone in my pocket. Seiren was eyeing the brick under the navy fabric hungrily. She turned to stare me right in the eyeballs 👀. Gosh those big brown balls were intimidating.

'Just my cousin. Why?' I answered shyly. This was not what I needed right now. If she finds out my 'master' plan I am soooooo dead.

'Mmmmm... no reason. Just wondering.' Seiren replied, turning to focus her attention on the worn concrete once more. The rest of the walk to the library was uneventful. We'd occasionally see a few students who stayed after school for some reason, but we'd pass them without complications.

Finally we arrived at the library and checked in with clerk at the front desk. She seemed quite surprised to see Seiren getting booked into detention seeing as she's the schools very own golden student, but didn't push it.

The school library isn't that much of a great place, for the students that is. The only eventful thing that happened there would be, you guessed it, detension. Oh yeah and on fridays they do sell really nice chocolate milkshakes. I've only had them once cause Seirens lactose intolerant and I feel like she'd feel left out. I'm such a nice friend right? Pity staying away from those drinks of heaven won't save me from what I'm about to pull off. If I can pull it off. C'mon Alex! Stay positive!

Anyways, it's your normal everyday library, nothing special. Rows of wooden bookshelves flank the left and right sides of the large room, out of the light that streams through the wall of windows at the back. It almost looks as if the shelves are afraid to touch it. It's always reminded me of the library in that episode of doctor who where the vashna neradas killed all the space people. Yea, perfect place for my little plan to take place. Around 2 thirds of the way to the back, the ground is elevated a little to become a sort of stage where computers and charging ports are set up around tables. Most people spend their time on the computers cause, you know, that's what teens do right? It's very rare that you would find someone browsing the libraries vast selection of books anyways, let alone actually pick up.

Me and Seiren made our way to the very back of the stage, to where the computerless desks were set up. There were 6 desks in total, all lined up vertically to the back window. Woo! Detention time!!! I took a seat at the edge of the far right table, closest to the staircase to the second level. Seiren sat next to me, of course.

'So... what exactly do we do in detention?' She huffed, drumming her fingers on the wooden desk.

'Uuuuuhhh... I dunno? I think we just sit here and study or somethi-'

'HELLO STUDENTS!!' Me and Seiren jolted our heads up to look at who had spoken. She was a short plump woman with short curly blonde hair hanging just above her shoulders in ringlets. 'ROLL CALL!' she shrieked banging a clipboard on the table in front of her.

'Westegreen, John!'
'Here'

'Boeing, Sally!'
'Hey miss'

'Fletcher, Carry!'
'Uh its Candie miss!' A short but lean seventh grader called out.

'Oh don't be silly! That's a strippers name!' She said all this still keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the clip board in front of her.

The girl sat down, obviously disgruntled by the teachers response, but didn't persue the argument.

Unfazed by the children's shocked looks, miss small-and-annoying continued, 'Lucer, Alex!'

'Here?' For the first time in since 'class' had started, her head snapped up and she took a good look at the students in front of her. Her eyes scanned across the room, like an eagle stalking its prey, until they landed on me. Gosh she was intimidating. Those shocking emerald eyes pierced my soul and I felt as if she was squeezing the life out of my lungs. After what seemed like an iternaty, she slowly looked back at her clipboard and I let go of the air she left in my lungs.

I turned to Seiren and saw her already (also) staring into my soul with a stern yet confused look on her face. Honestly I don't think that it's healthy for people to open you up like that though... maybe I should see a doctor?

'El'zara,... Seiren.' The woman, again, glanced up from her clipboard of doomed souls and peered at Seiren. Seiren, of course, being the stubborn confident person she is, glared right back at her. The teacher looked from her, to me, and back again. Understanding hit her in the face so hard that I wish it was me up there punching her. She nodded to Seiren and quickly looked back at her paper, as if to pretend that the mass staring contest had never accured. Weird... but ok?

'You will open ur books or whatever and get back to studying for stuff please,' the teachers said, loud and clear, although she was staring intently at a box of paperclips on her desk under the window. Probably practicing for the state staring championships. 'And my name is Mrs. Blethel'.

The first 15 minutes were excruciatingly uneventful, seeing as Aja hadn't arrived yet so our plan couldn't be taken into action. I could tell that Mrs. Blethel (if they even was her real name) kept stealing glances at me or Seiren, but always snapped her head back down. Once her eyes caught mine and the sound of her head hitting the table echoed around the library for at least a minute before it started to fade.

Finally, I heard the big oak doors open up and turned to see Aja an all her red headed glory stroll into the library. She gave me a big thumbs up and a toothy smile before doing a little tap dance to show of her sparkly boots and strolling past my table and climbing up the wooden staircase to the second floor.

After that all hell broke loose. If only I had known beforehand that the saying didn't just apply to bares. If only I knew that you should never, NEVER, poke a wolf.

Greetings poor humans that have made the terrible decision to read this far. This is future Hestia here to tell you that this story is sh!t :)

I decided to log back into my wattpad account after like 2 years and um... What was I thinking??? I probably should've just left this story untouched instead of forcing myself to read it and internally scream every 5 seconds, but in my defence I didn't actually remember writing this story. Bonus, since this story was shit, there's no way anyone's gonna end up reading this smol spiel so oh well.