Nothing Left to Lose
After Jesus and Rock N Roll
Couldn't save my immoral soul, well
I've got nothing left
I've got nothing left to lose
Nothing Left to lose – The Pretty Reckless
Rayne sat on the leather seat in Principal Figgins office; her legs cross as she lounged on the seat. She was wearing a grey sleeveless tank top that ended just at her hips; a black diamante skull grinning evilly at Principal Figgins. She wore black-ish tights with a pair of black shorts that were ripped in various places. Her feet were encased in a pair of black angle boots and her white messenger bag was abandoned at the side of the chair.
She wore an assortment of black, grey and silver bangles on her left wrist and a black leather band on her right with small studs. She also wore a black ribbon choker and a silver necklace with a diamante skull hanging on her chest.
Her right leg bounced up and down on her left knee as her blue eyes watch the second hand on the clock tick away. She blew a stand of her long blonde hair out of her heavy eye lined eyes. She bit her slightly red lips as she watched Principal Figgins check his watch.
"She should be here soon-" He was cut off as the one and only Sue Sylvester walked in, power in her strides. Her red tracksuit gleaming obnoxiously in Rayne's vision. She stood in front Figgins, her hands firm on the desk.
She pointed a finger at Rayne, determination in her eyes and words.
"I want her gone. I want her expelled. I want her shipped out of the country" Rayne rolled her eyes before re-crossing her legs – her left now over her right – and letting her hands with black nails into her long blonde tresses.
"Please calm down, Miss. Sylvester. I'm sure she never meant-"
"I did" Rayne said plainly before turning her head to look at the many photos on the office walls. Sue glared at her head. "I demand punishment for what this thing has done" Rayne covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.
"I sure we can find some way to make Miss. Bennett understand what she has done. Maybe she could join the Cheerios-"
"NO!"
Silence was blanketed over the office before Figgins spoke up again.
"Art Club-" "No" Music Club-" "No" Drama Club-" "No" "Gardening Club-" "No" "Glee-"
"Yes. Make Schue deal with her. Oh, I would love to see him go crazy with having you in his precious club"
They turned toward Rayne, who was still gazing at the photos on the walls. She turned her eyes toward them before turning her head, her blonde hair falling in to her hair. "Sure why not. Sound like a real ring-a-ding time" She stood up, grabbing her white messenger bag and putting it over her head and resting the strap on her right shoulder.
She looked at Figgins and Sue. "So we gonna' do this thing or what?"