Avilien

Detention

The year seven to year eleven students parted ways to allow Brit and Luke a clean passage towards the school's main building. Traffic could be heard beyond the school gates, but within the school grounds, no one made a noise as Brit walked. In her mind, they looked at her with admiring eyes because she was that fabulous. In Luke's head, he realised what most people were doing. Marking Brit as a target or making note not to get on her bad side. Students started to talk once more when Luke and Brit stepped through the electronic doors and into the lion's den.

The situation had gone from grim to dire. In front of the pair stood five teachers, including the headmaster, each with folded arms and standing before the reception desk and monitors that had all been turned off. Mr. Mock, with his unique green GTs and pasty face, stood front and centre; his GTs reminded Luke of the bald man. Behind him in his blue suit was Mr. Tucker, looking angry as hell. At the side of him was Ms. Lait, who looked equally as worried as Mr. Mock. Mrs Belmont and Mr. Phillips were also present—Phillips with his right hand covering his face; he didn't want to be there. Luke got the impression he had been dragged into this by the other faculty members.

In two years, Luke had seen Mr. Mock twice—that equalled one time per year. He didn't look the nerdy type and or type that would sit and play endless amounts of video games. Out of all the teachers, he seemed to be sweating buckets over this situation, as beads of sweat ran down his neck and under his white shirt. Luke questioned his mind as to whether Mr. Mock had a connection to Sharon and the bald man. GTs only came in a single variant, and other than a one-time special bright pink set that had been gifted to the head of Ofcom's daughter, there were no more colours.

Jayce and Axel stood by Mr. Tucker's side, Jayce looking like a puffer fish as his face had swollen and lips had grown huge. Brit's added strength stats had done a real number to his facial structure and his health bar. He attempted to speak and caused Brit to giggle.

"Shesh did thid to me!" he shouted through swollen lips the size of sliced pieces of melon.

"Are you going to take action against this, Semor? By right, we demand an explanation this instant as to who the devil this girl is and why you allow her to play truant and attack other students." Belmont hissed her words. Feisty and old, Belmont was approaching her sixties and had a real mean streak to her. Dressed in a flowing black gown that looked more like nightwear, she had a golden pin in her grey hair to pin it back into a tidy bun. As for her wrinkled face, Luke always thought of her as the woman who sucked too many lemons.

"Twice she has attacked this poor student, for no reason at all. Do you have a good explanation to why this violent teen is within our grounds? Do you have a reason as to why she has been placed in year eight? I want to know now, Semor, before I call the police and superintendent."Mr. Tucker patted Jayce on the shoulder to reassure him that all would be okay.

Other teachers agreed with Mr. Tucker, though Mr. Phillips remained quiet and tried to edge away. He, along with Luke, wanted to sneak out of the situation, but that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. Brit glowed like a miniature sun and believed all this fuss about her was good news. Luke could see massive scoldings, months of detentions, suspension, or even expulsion from the school heading Brit's and his way. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet the teachers would find some excuse to get rid of him.

A heavy atmosphere filled the lobby. Not a door moved and the electronic doors remained shut behind Luke. Students had seen what awaited them through the doors and didn't dare to interrupt. Mr. Mock pulled at his collar and positioned his GTs as they slid down his sweaty nose. Positioned properly, he must have come up with an idea on the spot as he gave a smile and took a deep breath.