Blind

Chapter 3 : Detention

I wiggled in my seat, trying to find a comfortable spot in the wood-woven seat in the oddly calming waiting room outside the principal's office. A few pieces of abstract art hung monotonously across the plain grey wall, with foe plants awkwardly prompted in the corners of the room. It wasn't small but at the same time wasn't large, not like the posh English schools upstate at least.

Draven seemed to have become one with his chair. Slacked with his back relying on the poor weak seat for support. Three claw-like lines streaked across his face in a shade of pinkish-red. I inwardly smiled whilst checking out my nails
I'm glad they held against that face.

The noise of fingers clicking on the left side of me caused me to look up, I tried my best to look annoyed.
"Hey, Miss damsel, you ignoring me or something? " Draven chipped
I tried my best, and when I say my best I mean my best; to stop my eyes from rolling but I just couldn't help it.
I faked a smile before pushing my chair farther away from his.
He exhaled, loudly.
"We're here because of you, so don't go around showing me attitude."
He teased, eyeing me head to toe.
I shot him a side-eye before returning to inspect the circular patterns on the grey rug spread out on the floor.
"Sure," I replied shortly, trying my best to signal I did not want to keep the conversation going.
"So, Chelsea Maynard...... Well in case you haven't heard, I'm Draven Rocco, the football team captain." He gave a smirked.
"Oh, okay." I couldn't help but cringe at how high this guys head was up to his ass.
He snorted.
"Principal Mckenzie is ready for you." The assistant came in, beckoning us to follow her with her eyes and I followed suit with my head held down, but Draven however was a character.
"Finally man, about time." He heaved before following in into the office.

.....

Mr Mckenzie was neatly placed behind his desk behind a mountain of files his reading glasses at the bridge of his nose, as he looked up momentarily to acknowledge our presence.
"What exactly happened here?"
He started.
"Well, she hit me. And I am in pain." Draven stated, throwing me under the bus while pointing at the now visible scratch starting from his forehead to the side of his cheek.
The Principal nodded nonchalantly before looking over at me.
"Well?" He said setting down the piece of paper in front of him before looking at me. It took me a few seconds to realize he was asking me.
"Well. What he said is true but I acted in self-defence. He threw himself on me and I was just trying to get to my inhaler."
He gave a short nod to this as if mentally checking it as a much more suitable explanation.
"Well Mister Draven Rocco," he said looking at him through bagged eyes.
"1-week detention. Same for you." He said his eyes landing on me.
I simply looked down at my feet. Mom isn't going to like this.
"Okay, no objections, off you go." He ended the meeting and allowing us to show ourselves out of the office.
Oh, how much I'd kill to be me.

.......

I Stepped out of the school doors, the sound of the busy traffic hour never felt more welcoming. Thinking Papa must have gotten home from his recent business trip from Mauritius. My uber cancelled, hysterically the driver couldn't seem to find the school at which he called and 'requested' to cancel it. I wandered the plain tiled area of the school before deciding to walk home. I could easily board the local bus around the street and with the change, I luckily seemed to have in my left pocket, could pay for my expenses. With a firm plan, I set out, just to get nearly run over by a metallic red Porsche that parked itself, ever so gently near my feet. Wrinkling my nose, I knew the culprit without even looking,

" Want a ride home, Muffin? " The voice called from the mirror that so classily rolled down as a chestnut head peaked out. I couldn't resist the temptation to roll my eyes. I forced a smile, pushing the loose strand of hair behind my ear. Draven.

"No thanks. I think I'll take the bus." I began walking to the bus stop, his car matched its pace with mine and moved beside me.

"Did you know the probability of you either being harassed or mugged or stalked is increased 45% since you'll be going alone on a bus?" He called out through the rolled-down window.

I reached into the side pocket of my bag to pull out the teaser without looking at him. I felt him nod, impressed by the measure of basic self-defence.

"It'll probably rain before you get there." He said another attempt.

I looked up and received a greeting from the clear blue sky, I smiled.

"A nice shower won't hurt," I remarked, sarcastically.

To this, he shrugged.

"You sure?" He called once more.

"Yeah." I laughed, giving a thumbs up walking faster.

"Okay, I warned ya'." and with that, he sped away.

I pulled my bag up my shoulder and moved towards the bus stop. The soft gale whistled through the spring trees. The sun bounced off the rich green leaves and grass, shining like treasures of gold and silver under the wild light.

...........

The consent hitting of water against the concrete pavement upfront the bus stop didn't make the usual satisfaction swell in my chest, instead of a build of regret and annoyance. The bus seemed to be delayed due to the uncalled heavy shower, even though there were slight chances of a drizzle. My patience wore thinner with each passing second a the hands on my watch seemed to become slower. Just a little while longer and I'll be home.

"I told you."

The simple urge to smack the smug face right across grew to the as I fisted my palms. Nails digging deep into them. I swiftly turned my back to him and walked towards the benches, pulling out my phone to scroll through the taxi services. The prices for a cab seemed to be too high for the 3 dollar bill in my pocket. Should've taken the change from the kitchen counter.

"Hey! I'm not done talking here!" The car's engine rumbled as Draven slowly pushed down on the race. I could only go a far a the end of the sitting area for the bus stop.

" Piss. Off. " I uttered through gritted teeth. Shooting him with the most sincere 'get lost face I could muster. Draven seemed a little taken back, he lost a bit of the 'I screwed your mom' get up, but only for a split second.

"Wow, I bet you get all the boys." He chuckled, this time his car stopped a few feet ahead.

"Last chance, Get in or - well - soak out." He called giving a little race.

I looked at the number of pros and cons momentarily before kindly turning him down by sticking out my arm and thumb and on-coming cars. My back firmly turned to him.

Once more a loud race from behind me and he was off to God knows where. Leaving me back to my sanctuary, alone.