L'ANGE DÉCHU- MANXBOY

CHAPTER TWO- I'M NAS

ANGEL DECKER

A frown made its way onto my face as I walked, slowly might I add, down the corridor. I was extremely upset to say the least. What a great way to start off my day right? There was no telling how mad my mom will be when she gets yet another phone call about me getting sent to the office. I mean, first I'm late and now I'm heading to the principal in less than 5 minutes? I suddenly went blank faced when I realized, I'm always messing everything up for myself no matter how hard I try to do otherwise.

I reached the office and walked straight into the principal's, ignoring the secretary shouting at me to sign in. I sat down in the comfortable furniture that sat across from his desk. The man cleared his throat and looked up at me. His gaze went from astonishment to a "good grief" kind of look. I shrank in my spot a little bit. He sat back in his black spinny chair, sighing. "Let me guess, you were late?" He inquired.

I didn't even blink. "Yes." I replied. I didn't want this to turn into some sort of interrogation. I just wanted him to give me whatever punishment I was going to get so I could move on. Even though him and I were kind of close, I still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable if I talked with him for too long.

"I'm afraid I've lost count of how many tardies you've had this quarter, Decker. I don't think you have too many strikes left before it's an automatic suspension." He said, looking stressed.

I sighed. "T-there really isn't much I can do about that right now, to be honest." I told him truthfully. "With all due respect though." I added. I didn't want him to think I was trying to be funny, like Ms. Hale thought earlier.

Mr. McCall scratches the back of his head. "Look, kid. I hate to bring this up but if it's about your dad we can talk-" I cut him off before he could finish.

"No-no I- don't bring him up please. He has nothing to do w-with my tardies." I said to him. Suddenly my nerves shot up and I began to feel myself get anxious. I had to calm down before I had an anxiety attack. This is why I tried not to think about or speak of my father. It ruined everything.

His stare told me he was suspicious and he clearly didn't buy it but he let it be anyways. He knew how much of a touchy subject he was. And I was grateful he left it alone. "Well whatever the reason may be, whether there is or isn't one...Please make sure you get this under control Decker." He told me and continued. "You're a really good kid and you don't do anything remotely bad. But believe it or not these tardies could cause a lot of problems for you in your future."

I huffed childishly, still feeling a little anxious from him bringing up my dad. "I know I know." I said. "I have to figure out something with my mom, she's my ride to school." I revealed.

Mr. McCall's eyes widened in surprise. "You're what, a-?" It took me a few seconds to figure out what he was trying to ask me but when it came to me I responded.

"Senior." I finished for him.

"Senior and you aren't driving yet? Jesus Christ what's the matter with you kid?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned. I pouted at his question, sort of embarrassed. That was my only problem with Mr. McCall. He was always worried about me or what I have going on. I know he was just looking out for me. Don't get me wrong it is very appreciated but sometimes it feels like he is being invasive. I don't like that. My anxiety definitely doesn't like that.

"L-look. Mr. McCall. Can you please just give me m-my detention so I can get this day over with? I-I really don't see the need to drag things." I said, trying to cut the conversation short. Any other day I would be okay with talking but what Ms. Hale did kind of managed to dampen my mood.

He gave me a sad look, sighing. "Nah kid. It's a Friday. No one should serve a DT on a Friday. I'll push it back to Monday." I was confused.

I stuck my hand up and pointed my thumb toward the exit door. "S-so am I going back to class or?"