The Plan Gone Wrong

Chapter 7

You know that moment you realize you've screwed up big time—well, this is my moment. I for one never expected this would happen. A one in a million chance, but it did; I got told to go to the principal's office by non-other than himself.

I look up from my drenched state, seeing the principal, arms crossed, and scowl smack dab on his face. "Would you two, please come with me," Mr.Miller grumbles when the bell rings, waiting for us to pack our things. The look of disappointment on his face is giving me an unnerving feeling, and I'm scared for what is to come.

After being instructed on what to do next, we awkwardly gather our backpacks and walk in his direction, getting stared by everyone who ate in the cafeteria. What's new? Being constantly judged by every single student in this school—typical, the norm, and something I am so over.

When we make it to Mr.Miller's office, he points towards the two chairs in front of his desk, and we take a seat, still looking like a mess from our food fight. Remind me why I decided to do this again? Oh yeah, that's right! It's because of the asshat who's sitting next to me!

At the most agonizingly slow paste, he sits down, clasping his hands together and clearing his throat. Could he be any slower? Seriously! But before he can even manage to utter a word, William cuts in, as per usual. "Am I kicked out of the program?" He asks a little too enthusiastically. Way to keep it low key, Willy.

Of course, this was his goal—getting kicked out without bothering to look at the consequences or who his actions would affect. Acting recklessly to get things to go his way, and now I'm the one getting thrown under the bus because of it. Thanks a lot, asshole.

"No, you are not," he answers in a concrete tone, probably trying to ensure that Willy gets the message into that thick head of his. "This would probably surprise you, but we have other punishments for students who misbehave."

"But wouldn't it be a whole lot easier for you to just kick me out," he tries to imply, continuing to pester on. Of course, he brings up the "easier" way out. Typical.

"Ella, would you give us a moment in private?" I nod, briefly stepping outside of his office, closing the door behind me.

I either didn't close the door properly or managed obtained super-hearing in the past two seconds because somehow, I can overhear them conversing.

"Your father told me you would do something like this, and now I see that he is correct," Mr.Miller exclaims. If he's talking about the fact that Willy is trying to get kicked out, he is 100% right about that.

"My father likes to say a lot of things. They're not all true," he responds. I can totally imagine him rolling his eyes when he answered.

"Do you know why you're here, William?" Mr.Miller questions, getting a quick response from William. "Obviously," he mutters under his breath. Willy really needs to learn how to turn that ego of his down a notch.

"Would you care to elaborate?" Mr.Miller adds. On how large his ego is, gladly.

"Because of my father," he bluntly states. Of course he would find someone to blame. Never taking responsibility for his own actions and choices. Seriously, what's new?

"Now you see, that's not what I've been told. Your father can't force you to do anything you don't want to. It's so much more than that. You've been given this fantastic opportunity that many strive to have, yet you act like this is misery. Let me tell you something, you are here to learn how to be on your own and learn new skills you need to develop, but it makes my job a lot more difficult when you keep fooling around," Mr.Miller exclaims.

I completely understand where the principal is coming from. When I plan events, there are always people who don't do their jobs and slack off, or in Mr.Millers words, "fool around," making my job of planning the event and making it run smoothly a lot more difficult than need be.

"I guess that's your problem now, isn't it. You care more about doing your job than letting me strive. Well, I hate to break it to you, but unless you remove me from this equation, your job is about to become a whole lot more complicated. If I were you, I would send me home right now," William obnoxiously states, but even I can see that he's pleading to go home, wherever that is.

"I'm always up for a challenge," Mr.Miller counters. As am I, William.

After hearing that awkward conversation come to an abrupt end, the principal calls me back into his office, and I situate myself into the seat. "Would you care to explain what happened during lunch?" He immediately says.

I take a long breath and begin my long banter. "I accidentally spilled my water on William, and he ended up dumping my lunch all over me. I honestly don't understand why he got so upset, especially since I apologized following the accident. And I'm normally not one to give into confrontation, but when you see someone for almost six hours a day, every single day, who—might I add—purposefully tries to annoy you every chance they get, at some point, you are bound to explode. I know that's not an excuse for what happened during lunch, so I'll face whatever consequences I am given," I sigh, continuing to look down at the desk, ashamed for giving into William's annoyance.

After a brief moment, Mr.Miller looks up, clearing his throat, and beings to speak. "Here is what's going to happen; I'm going to let you both off easy today since I know that you are good students, but I'm going to be keeping a close eye on two of you," he affirms.

"Thank you so much, Mr—," I blurt but am shortly interrupted.

"I still haven't finished. If I have to, I will be calling your parents to ensure that the both of you are not only spending the majority of your school time with one another, but you will also be participating in school events together," he declares.

"No!" I exclaim. Fuck. This can't be happening.

"Is there a problem?" Yes, a very big problem that you apparently can't see.

"Excuse my dull tone, but did you not hear the part earlier when I said he is trying to purposely annoy me? How am I going to make it through the rest of this month, let alone the rest of this year with him continually trying to piss me off?" I ask, hoping that this is all a sick joke.

"You said yourself you would accept any consequences, well here it is. You must respect my decision and understand that when you decide to display these actions, there is always a punishment for them. And since you are so opposed to the idea of spending time with one another, I will be making that phone call to ensure that the two of you will have to spend your spare time together as well. Every month, you each will write a report describing what you have done to improve your relationship and what you hope to learn about each other, then email them to me so I can see that you have improved your behaviour around each other. If not, the consequences will become more severe. Am I making myself clear?" He firmly says.

Who knew that Mr.Miller would take such drastic measures to get the two of us to get along. He could have made this a whole lot easier on himself by splitting us up when it comes to seating arrangements or even making us change classes. Why is he so insistent on making us get along?

We both end up nodding in silence, but I am internally glaring him down for this. Anyone else would've been better to be forced to get along with, but William—he's out of the question.
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Happy Valentine's Day everyone!! How was your day today? I've been meaning to post this chapter for awhile but haven't gotten the chance because of school—you already know the drill. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. It's a lot shorter than normal so I guess that means I'll write a longer chapter for the next one (and hopefully it'll be posted soon)—also I just finished watching the first season of a Netflix show called Lock & Key! Have any of you watched it! What are your thoughts?! Let me know!
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