"Would have thought that young ladies like you would know better!" The teacher yelled at them, pinching their ears as she dragged them to the principal's office. "Quit it! My mom spent good money getting these ears done," Hela roared. "You have really blown it this time," She ignored the raven-haired girl and practically threw them into the waiting room, "Sit down."
Pausing before beginning to head off, she lowly warned, "I mean it," then disappeared down the hall. I should've have lost control like that. She's not a bad person, she's just projecting her insecurities onto me, (Y/N)'s voice in her head argued whether or not Hela deserved what happened to her or not.
She didn't even leave a mark on me. I broke skin, Hela glared at (Y/N) as the area was silent. Seconds to minutes and what felt like hours had passed; the male beside Hela was eating away as his paste, and the guy beside (Y/N) was busy pouring out pink pills. "What are those?" (Y/N) asks with curiosity.
He sighs in his response, "He forces us to take these pills. Each color is a different dosage. I'm on pink, it's the lightest dose." He tips his head back to be able to swallow one. "Why is he forcing medication on everyone?" The (hair color)ed girl continues to ask, knowing she'd have to update Wanda on the information later.
"To control us," He replies slowly, trying not to force the smile the fake prescription gave him, "So we can't leave." After more slurping noises from the glue-eating male, Hela snaps at him, "That's fucking disgusting." He slowly turns away to continue it in a better peace as Hela slams her back against her chair and looks away, hating how she had to be around everyone.
(Y/N) sighs and tries to relax but she's so nervous... why? All she could think about the principal was that he was sneaky, greedy, and money seeking; always peeking, fucking creeping too. Got it on the down-low, so that's how the man in charge thought he's always squeaky. What if (Y/N) had told his mother? That her son was a cruel motherfucker?
It wasn't just (Y/N), it was everybody who thinks that he was fucking ugly when he came and to hurt them‒just so he can come and get his money. They were all forced to follow the leader, whose being possessed by demons. (Y/N) tried to make him listen, but he won't, it was his way; right? Killing kids all day and night, prescription pills and online fights‒shooting at the angels while claiming he was the good guy. All he wanted was cash and hype, fucking their dreams and that's not right; that was known as the principal.
Complicated, overrated, he was fixated and elated; by the separation in this space that he's created. Fuck all of his rules and guidelines, and he shouldn't even be on the sidelines. Couldn't he see that they're all hurting? If he's not teaching, they're not learning. Excuse me how much are you earning? (Y/N) wanted to ask.
Still trying to make him listen, he wouldn't‒it was his way; continuing to kill kids all day and night, prescription pills and online fights‒shooting at the angels while claiming he was the good guy. All he wanted was cash and hype, fucking their dreams and that's not right; that was known as the principal.
He didn't know the pain that he was causing; yeah, his actions hurt and so did his words. The more he tried to fuck them over, they were going to be there yelling at his front door.
(Y/N) tried to make him listen but it wanted it his way, right?
