" Jocelyn Rivera, Please report to the principle's office."
I immediately picked up my bag and made my way to the office. On the outside I may have seemed cool and collected, but internally? I was a wreck.
I sat in his big spacious office and stared at him whilst he read the paper.
" How would you like some extra credit, Jocelyn?" He asked out of the blue, putting down the newspaper.
" Well, I would love some extra credit but I'm..." I'm ready to politely reject his offer, too bad my words fell on deaf ears as he rudely cut me off.
" Great we have this new transfer from Australia and it's your job to make him feel welcome. Now he's extremely gifted and it is a privilege to have him at our school, so you will give him 'extra special treatment'." Why the hell do we have a welcoming committee then?
He wanted me to introduce some smart-ass-child-prodigy-cockalorum to our twisted education system? Did he just do a line or something? Is he that desperate for publicity for his frivolous school; am I that deserving of this opportunity to waste my spare time on some no-good-ass-faced-snollygoster?
I can't deal with this ninnyhammer and his antics as I am possibly missing some vital information that will be re-used on a test in the future. Plus, every other student thinks I'm mute, presumably because I'm socially awkward.
"So in an alternate universe, if a student, a really studious prized pupil who invests so much time and effort in their academic record, would turn down your offer what would happen?" He smirked at me knowingly and picked up his pen and began smugly fidgeting with it.
" Well in that case, I wouldn't write a particular letter of recommendation for that particular student and I might have to call her, I mean that student's parents expressing my concerns about their lack of participation in school-held activities and also I would find every single possible excuse to give them detention, therefore damaging her, I mean their squeaky clean record...hypothetically of course, why?"
" Well you see..."
" And I'd cut the funding to the Raising-Awareness group because the Cheer team need new pom-poms."
That dictating pettifogger can die in a hole, for all I care he can die right now.
" You manipulative milksop, I'd pity any who'd have to ever go against you." I continue mocking him with my backhanded compliments as he walks me to his front door. "Great he'll be here by third period, meet him in room 64, now go back to class and learn something." Then he graciously slammed the door in my face.
Oh, You hate your school and the people in it, well join the club, and here I'll pass you a form. We meet everyday and discuss what we hate via social media. And if you join in the next thirty minutes, you can join free of charge.
Then bell oh-so-teasingly rings.
I walked into room 64 clutching my bag that contained all my school stuff. I decided to close the door in hopes of him getting lost in our school.
"Boo Pudding." A hushed whisper came from behind me and I instinctively froze in the spot. If I'm still maybe I'll become invisible!
"I have to say you look so much cuter in person." His deep voice came from behind me and it's laced with wry humor.
My eyes widened at the comment as I awkwardly took a step back. My back hit a firm chest and I felt gush of hot, moist wind blow down my neck. " Any particular reason why you blocked me?" His deep voice echoed repetitively in my head and despite the fact that he merely whispered, it still sent shivers down my entire body.
I pivoted with my eyes closed because if I were to open them there'd be the possibility I'd begin crying. Then again who wouldn't cry, being sexually harassed by some jerk who used to ride around on a kangaroo.
This is all in my imagination, there is no fruit-loop-dingus behind me, all is well. Too bad I can literally feel him breathing on my face. I slowly opened both eyes and as predicted, his face is basically a few inches from mine.
Is this really worth it? I'm sick of this, I could be learning about triangles right now. In fact after this, I will march back into that rapscallion's office and I will look him in the eyes and say, " Sir, I am a young women who has been the victim of one of your schemes and I demand the respect I deserve."
" But pudding..."
" Oh, shut your pie hole Nancy. Your stupidity is blinding me, please turn it off. You sound like this dullard off of instagram. "
" Well, I'd double tap you."
I finally took the time to take in his features and he looked extremely familiar. The hair, the porcelain skin, the piercing blue eyes. Wait a second, what did he say? Was he trying to make a sexual innuendo?
HOLY CRAP!
I slapped his chest and pushed him back with both arms, " Get away you creepy kangaroo-riding microphallus." I seethed, glaring at his handsome face.
" Miss Rivera, I thought I said treat our guest with utmost respect unless, actually those cheerleaders need new pom-poms." Just when I thought this couldn't become any worse, the spawn of Satan decides to rear his ugly head.
" Ben, Don't worry about it, you can leave now." Wait who's Ben? Oh no, I got stuck with a 'special' kid, now I get what special treatment meant. So does he have imaginary friends or something?
Mr. Derhover nodded before closing the door softly. Wait, his name's Ben? As in Ben Derhover? Awe poor kid must have been bulied a lot.
" Oh one more thing," Oh gosh, it's back, somone better call ghost busters " Make sure to treat Harley with more respect, I'd hate for Mr. Quinnston to be the reason the cheerleaders get new pom-poms."
Harley Quinnston?
" Hi, I'm Harley."
"Do not defy me, you coccydnia."
