Marthe Woertman Imagines

Marthe Got Into a Fight

I was in math class when a teacher came in and said "Y/N Y/L/N the principal wants to see you." "Did I do something wrong?" I ask confused. "The principal wants to see you." The teacher repeats clearly annoyed for being asked to pass this message. I then ask "so do I bring my bag or..?" "Yes bring it." The teacher says in a annoyed tone. "Ok.." I mumble to myself as I pack my stuff. I follow him out of the classroom and down to the principal's office. The whole time I'm asking myself 'what the hell did I do that the principal had to see me' when we get there I sit outside the office waiting for the lady at the front desk tells me to go into the principal's office. After a few moments the lady tells me I can go in. When I get in I instantly ask "May I ask what I did wrong cause I honestly have no clue." The principal looks over to one of the chairs in response. I look over and see Marthe in the chair. My eye widen when I see a cut on her eyebrow but I gasp loudly when she turns to look at me and I see a large bruise on her cheek. I instantly gently grab her face and ask "What happened?!" When she doesn't answer I look over at the principal with a questioning look. Before he could answer Marthe says the name of a guy that I knew too well. (I can't come up with names haha) I breathe out a sigh of fustration. I then turn back to the principal "Excuse my language but that asshole has been hard adding me the past few days. So please don't suspend or expel Marthe because it's not her fault." "She still started the fight." The principal pointed out. "Does he have cuts and bruises on his face?" I ask. Before he could answer my question the asshole himself walks into the room. Before I could even get a step to walk towards him Marthe grabs my arm knowing I was about to start a fight I wouldn't be able to win and also I could get suspended. The asshole smirks at me knowing I can't do anything to him, which makes my blood boil but I refrain from the urge to punch him. "Stand down princess." He mocks. Now it was Marthe's turn to stand up abruptly but before she could punch him I quickly sit her back down. Now I knew why the principal called me in, not only was I part of the situation but he knew I could help keep Marthe from starting another fight. Everyone in school knew we lived together and was always together. But also a slight danger because if one person messed with one of us they would have messed with both of us. I wasn't much of a fighter but sometimes I would act on impulse not really thinking of the consequences. Only Marthe and I could calm the other down we were like a perfect combo deal. Both Marthe and I glare at the asshole as the principal starts to talk. "(Asshole's name) you will be suspended for a week. And Marthe you will get detention for 3 days." The asshole stood up abruptly and said "but she started the fight!" while pointing at Marthe. "You harassed Y/N even though she kindly asked you to leave her alone the first time. Yes I saw you harassing her I had hoped you would listen and stop but you didn't. So you are suspended for a week! Do you wish to have more?" The principal says firmly looking directly at the asshole. The asshole stays quiet. Marthe and I both smirk satisfied with his punishment but not saying anything knowing we shouldn't get too bold. The principal then look at us and say "Both of you are dismissed." We exit holding hands and make our way to the nurse's office because I had insisted to Marthe that she had to get her cut cleaned before it could possibly get an infection.