AN: I'm Baaaaccckkkk! In Singles Stories, I am back in the business. If you're reading this it probably means, I've actually done something that made it into posting which is an success in it's own right. So holla at me and R&R pretty please. P.S All Clothes mentioned are on my profile on Polyvore. So checks me out at Krazii 13
"Shit shit. Damn it. " A teenage ravenette ran down the halls, hair flying everywhere, leather jacket flapping, bag being swung and necklaces bouncing as she did. "Move out of my way." She pushed her way through the crowd of teenagers that were making their way to homeroom.
"On the run again, Rik?" Shouted one, as she ran past him. The rest of the crowd cheered the school rebel on as she ran from the teachers chasing her from her latest conquest.
"Of course!" Lyrik shouted back, the smirk evident in her tone. She ran down the stairs, out of the building and straight into a dance battle. "Let me show you you some real moves. " She front-flipped into the centre of the circle with the ever-growing audience. She showed her best moves with the cheers growing louder as the audience blew up.
"I'M GOING TO GET YOU JAMES!" A teacher all too familiar with Lyrik and her pranks, Miss Guerrero screeched as she came barging outside. By the time she did, the crowd had completely disappeared and Lyrik was skateboarding off into the school.
"Alright, Tara?" Lyrik asked her older sister as she skated past on her 'Jackass' skateboard. She readjusted her black skateboard helmet with her left hand whilst waving to her redhead sister with her right.
"Who ya running from this time?" Tara asked as Lyrik skated over to her, smiling. Lyrik opened her mouth to answer when Guerrero screeched.
"LYRIK JAMES! YOU GET BACK HERE OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GET OUT OF DETENTION!" Oh sure I'm scared of you bitch. Lyrik thought as she rolled her eyes sarcastically. Tara hurried on her baby sister as she walked round the building to see a paint-covered Miss Guerrero, out of breath and panting. "Atara-Leigh, you haven't seen your sister Lyrik by any chance?" Tara rolled her eyes at the sound of her full name but shook her head. Meanwhile another teacher was running after Lyrik. Mr Angle, an ex-Olympian decided to put his olympic talents to good use for once and chase after the 16 year old troublemaker.
"Canny catch me!" Lyrik shouted before she bumped into a tall figure. She looked up to see a 7 feet tall character who was quite creepy. Mr Callaway, known to the kids as the Undertaker, but he really was the caretaker. "I know, I know. I'm going. " She got up from the ground and picked up her skateboard. As she walked to the Principal's office with Callaway not far behind her, she passed the two teachers who had unsuccessfully tried to capture her. "Try again tomorrow." She smirked as she walked past them. She put her black skateboarding helmet in her shark bag, revealing her ebony black hair, as well as her skateboard. She sat down on the uncomfy chairs outside the Principal's office with a bored expression. She started fiddling with her 3 bracelets on her right hand. 1 was a leopard heart charm bracelet, another was a heart and crystal gold starter bracelet and the last one was a red crystal toggle bracelet. Time passed and she decided to play with her necklaces. One was a ying/yang necklace, another was a union jack heart and the last was a black diamond scene queen. She wore all her jewellery everyday and was never seen without any piece of it. She opened her leather jacket and adjusted her :Femme Fatale No: 221 t-shirt. Which was accompanied by grey zebra print superskinny jeans as well as her lucky black Army Combat boots. "McMahon must be taking his time with me today. " She muttered, looking around the hallway. Her ears pricked up at the sound of a door opening. She looked up to see a mother ushering in her kid with a look of disgust on her face. She looked down to hide the smirk. "Someone's got a stick up their ass."
"Go sit down." The mother practically forced her kid away from her. She went on to rant to McMahon's assistant about this, that and the other. The kid sat down next to Lyrik, who we're now going to call Rik, looking at the stuff on the walls, depicting the school's achievements and such bullshit.
"You must be a newbie. Lyrik James. Nice to meet you." She introduced looking up and sitting back, head against the wall. She shifted her jade-coloured eyes to the new kid. He had a bit of a centred Mohawk which was dyed blonde, with chocolate brown eyes.
"Alex Shelley. You too. What you doing here?" Alex asked, smiling. He was wearing a leather vest and was dressed quite similarly to Rik. Lyrik smiled, dark cherry lip liner emphasising her red lipstick lips.
"Long story short, I decided to dump a load of paint on my Art Teacher. Then I decided to escape while I still could, I ended up skateboarding all round the school before bumping into the caretaker, literally. I basically am the school rebel and I take great pride in it. So, what's your story Shelley? How did you end up in this shithole?"
"James. Shelley. McMahon will see you both now." His assistant shouted from behind her desk.
"Ay Ay, Captain. Let's go." Rik gave the Army salute before picking up her bag and walking inside McMahon's swanky office, Alex following behind closely. "Hello, Sir. Missed me?" Rik asked as she sat down opposite McMahon dumping her bag in front of her. Mr Vince McMahon, as his golden name plate stated, looked up from his papers and almost immediately put his business face on. Alex sat on the chair next to her, with almost as much swagger and confidence as Rik.
"I see you in here at least once a day everyday, James, why would I miss you?" Rik shrugged, smiling. "You must be Alex Shelley, pleasure to have you here at Harrow High. Says in your file you've been expelled from 3 other schools, 2 in the California state and another in Washington. Sounds similar to James' record almost not as nearly highly decorated. With 4 expulsions, 15 suspensions and with 1 school still looking for her because she ran away." Alex had to stifle the laughter whilst McMahon looked at both kids with a nasty look on his face.
"What? I didn't like that school. The teachers were mean, we learnt jack all. I had to find somewhere better for my own education's sakes. Logical reason. Plus I was an only child at that school." Rik argued, though not in an angry tone, more of a shocked tone. "I didn't have any of my siblings there which I find was quite unfair."
"If you were like your brothers Lyle and Ashton..." McMahon started, as his thoughts wandered from the youngest James sibling to the 3rd oldest and the oldest.
"Oh please, don't even start comparing me to them. I am nothing like my brothers and I don't want to be. I will never be some twit with a stick stuck so far up my ass I look down on people. My brothers are both patronising, controlling, pedantic dipsticks and that's without all the names under the sun that fit. I may their sister by name and blood but they are dead to me." Rik spat out. She hated her twin and 2 year older brother. They took advantage of their rich status and high education and decided to use it to look down on people who are less fortunate than them. Alex was shocked at how quick her expression and tone changed at the mention of being compared to her brothers." Enough of my decorative record and brothers, is there a reason you wanted to see us sir?" Anything to go off the subject of Lyle and Ashton- fucking stuck-up bastards Rik thought, but declined the idea of saying that in front of McMahon.
"You're to be Alex's guide. Show him round our excellent school for a week. Don't corrupt him, James." McMahon stated, sternly.
"I'm pretty sure I'm already corrupted enough. I think Lyrik will just add to the corruption." Alex smiled. McMahon was very much starting to regret this decision already.
"You're a smart girl Lyrik, put it to good use for once and don't make me regret this decision." McMahon practically pleaded with the young James. Lyrik smiled at her Principal's idiocy. Smart she was but she was not going to turn into a good behaved little child all because the ever-looming 'threat' of another suspension or expulsion hung over her head although making McMahon plead was a good enough excuse. Doesn't mean a thing of course. She'd still be the school's resident rebel. Who knows, she may take Alex under her wing and corrupt him even more.
"I'm smart enough to outwit most of our teachers here, sir, I am not about to suddenly play dumb and good for the sake of my decorative record." Rik smiled as she grabbed her bag and walked outside, with Alex following behind her. As Alex closed the door behind him, McMahon sunk back into his chair, seriously and indefinitely regretting his decision.
"What are we going to do?" Alex asked, smiling. Rik was planning something. She had that smirk that most teachers were afraid of. Mostly because they didn't know what would become of them when Rik's gears got to turning and fully working. She put her hands together, her 2 colour painted nails clashing against the other. Her Left were painted a rich purple, whilst her right were painted a shiny cobalt blue.
"What I always do. Rebel." Rik simply stated with an evil smirk. Time to plan. Plan this school's major downfall.