TavvyTaurus requested on my story 'You'll Never Be Alone Again' that I write more Phaedra/Eridan stories. Since I pretty much adore my OC's, and my beloved Eridan, I decided to go ahead and do it, so I'll be working on multiple works at once now. Phaedra, Troi, and Bovina are my OC's and Lumia is my sister's. This will probably only be about ten chapters, documenting Eridan and Phaedra in detention starting in chapter three, so enjoy!
Phaedra's POV -How You Got Stuck in the Office-
"Hey Phaedra, darling, I've decided to give you another chance. I've taken the past week to think it over and I realized that you'd be completely lost without me."
You lull your head to the side as your gaze lazily drifts to a lovely girl with bright blonde hair and big blue eyes. She's wearing a hot pink mini skirt, a pair of Mary Janes, a light pink purse, and a freshly bleached halter top. In between her fingers limply hangs a white sucker, probably Pina Colada (seeing as that was always her favorite flavor), and around her neck is the emerald necklace you got for her on your guys' one year anniversary. She's blessing you with one of her rare smiles that practically radiate perfection and show off her sparkling teeth that remind you of marshmallows because they're just so white! So, when her light blue eyes meet your dark indigo ones, you offer a lopsided grin and extend a hand. She giggles and places her own dainty hand atop your slightly larger one, bringing her free one to cover her mouth cutely. Being the chivalrous girl you are, you stand up and grip her hand tenderly, towering over her by a couple inches and beaming down at her like she's the only girl in the world.
"Oh Samich," you sigh whilst using the nickname you gave her, bringing your empty hand up and under her chin, tilting her face upwards as you lean in, noses almost brushing against each other, "My dear, angelic Samantha."
You use her real name the second time, angling your head a bit so that your noses won't bump into each other: can't have that, now can we? Her eyes widen and you pull her body against yours, making her gasp. You chuckle heartedly and the breath hitches in her throat at the familiar sound.
"I thought we went over this last week," you continue, leaning your head forward until your lips barely graze against hers and her entire body tenses up, "but I guess I'll just have to repeat myself: I fucking broke up with you."
You wish you could take a picture of the look on her face because, holy fucking shit, it was priceless. That lustful look in her eyes faded, first to confusion, then to sorrow, and lastly rage. Her lips twitched downwards into a scowl and her brow furrowed as she tried to process what just happened. You don't give her time, though, and push her away in disgust. She scoffs as you plop back down on the plastic orange chair and turn around, resting your elbows on the lunch table. You prop your head up with your hands, exchanging a glance with your sister Lumia across the table. She giggles and brings a hand up to silence the noise, unsuccessfully I might add. Beside you, your best friend Troi doesn't even bother trying to conceal his laughter, letting loose a series of hysterical laughs and the occasional snort.
"How DARE you!"
Oh god she's still here? You groan and look at your friend/ex-girlfriend Bovina pleadingly. You wish all of your breakups could've ended like the one with her: mutual and without resentment. She just smirks and shrugs, silently telling you to deal with it on your own. You frown at her and she just cackles, draping an arm casually over her girlfriend's shoulders. Said girlfriend, a gorgeous girl named Vriska Serket, leans into Bovina's side and grins evilly which, you'll admit, looks kind of hot. You dare say if she weren't with Bovina, you might have half a mind to court her. But you wouldn't dare, even if she and Bovina didn't work out: that would likely tear up your friendship, and you don't roll that way. Besides, you and Vriska had become good friends within the month she'd been dating Bovina, and you don't wanna give that up either. You're a bit selfish in that way.
"Damn PhaePhae, that was cold," Troi gets out between laughs, doubling the first half of your name like he does with everyone else. Vriska was VrisVris (which she utterly despised), Bovina was BoBo, and Lumia was LuLu. She got the best nickname out of all of you: go figure. She was always being blessed like that.
"Shut your fucking mouth Troi," Samantha snapped, and you just know she's narrowing her eyes at him and scrunching her face up in the cutest way. She always was adorable when she got upset. You swivel the chair around, making a lot of noise as the legs scrape against the titled floor, and sure enough she's making the face you'd predicted and DAMN did she look marvelous. Too bad she was a huge bitch all the time.
"Look babe, I ain't got time for this. Don't you think wasting a year and a half on you was enough?" you ask calmly, looking her dead in the eyes when she glares at you. All three of your girls laugh, and Troi just grins at your little wise crack because he pretty much got all the laughter out earlier. Have you ever mentioned how much you adore your friends?
"Ugh can't we just talk about this somewhere else? You're friends are just SO annoying!" she begs, pouting to get her way which USED to always work. Now it just annoyed you. You're about to say something along the lines of 'shut your mouth about my friends before I (insert threat here)', but your sister Lumia speaks up instead.
"Look, I'm not trying to start anything, but Phaedra doesn't want anything to do with you so please just leave," she insists as nicely as possible, and you twist your body to give her a look of thanks. Apparently, her attempt at kindness goes unnoticed because Samantha is rounding the table and getting in her face.
"Nobody asked for your input, bitch," Samantha seethes, pushing Lumia's shoulders. The orange chair your sister is sitting in scoots back, and you watch her stand up to get away: she never did care for conflict. Samantha cackles and forces her back into the chair, making Lumia yelp. You stand up abruptly and send your chair far behind you, but before you can charge over there Troi is grabbing your wrist to stop you. Samantha takes notice of you stirring, you just KNOW IT because now she's smirking: that bitch is putting on a show.
She grabs the collar of Lumia's vest, which was buttoned at the moment, and tugs her forward. She spits in your sisters face and you glare daggers at Troi, who just sighs and let's go of your wrist so you can do what you should've done months ago. You growl and round the table, to which she turns and gives you puppy eyes. You hesitate: those eyes ALWAYS got you. They got you when you first met, they got you after your first fight, and they got you when she cheated the first three times, but there was no way in hell they'd be getting you today!
You just grin before swinging your fist back and sailing it forward, striking the bridge of her nose. She stumbles backwards and falls in Lumia's lap, clenching the bridge of her nose as tears well up from the pain. You grab the collar of her shirt and yank her off, this time landing a hit where her right eye is. She cries out and raises her arms to shield her face, falling onto the tiled cafeteria floor and bringing her knees up to her chest.
"Please Phae! Don't hurt me!" she pleads, and you almost show her mercy. Heh, almost. You chuckle maniacally and kick her in the side of the head, making her fall so that she was lying on the floor. Now, you know better than to kick someone when they were down, so you guess you'll just have to pick her up before you hit her again, right? You grab her silky blond hair and yank her head up, forcing her to get on her feet before eyeing her predatorily.
"Do me a favor darling," you say in a sweet tone before switching to something on the verge of demonic, "Don't you EVER fucking TOUCH Lumia again!"
When it came to your friends/family, you made a habit of sticking up for them to the fullest extent. You spit in Samantha's face and press her head down, connecting your knee with her face and tossing her aside. You sneer at her before looking back at Lumia, making sure that your sister is ok. You kneel in front of her and straighten the collar of her vest, smoothing out the wrinkles and wiping away Samantha's saliva. She pushes you away with a smile: even though you're a year older, she really doesn't like to be fussed over so much.
"Phaedra I'm fine, relax," she reassures, and then someone is tapping on your shoulder. You're pretty sure you know who it is, and what Bovina says just confirms your suspicions.
"Oh shit, you're screwed!" she exclaims, breaking into a series of laughter with her girlfriend. You sigh and turn around and, sure enough, it's the principal: Mr. English. He was a temperamental dude, NOTHING like the vice principal Dr. Scratch. That dude was tops, but Mr. English? Not so much: he pretty much hates you.
"Phaedra Ellistin: office, NOW!" he shouts, gaining the attention of everyone in the lunchroom. The students all 'oooooo' like they were prone to do, and you just raise your middle fingers to them while addressing the principal.
"Hey Cal!" you greet, calling him by the shortened version of his last name, "What seems to be the issue?"
He growls at you and points at Samantha, who's just sort of lying on the floor and groaning in pain. Your lips betray you and form a cocky smirk as you stare at her: unmoving.
"Somebody get that girl to the nurses office!" he instructs, and some random kid you don't know drags her away, "As for YOU! You're coming with me!"
You roll your eyes and walk towards the office, familiar with this route and how this worked already. It was the seventh day of your junior year here at Sburb High, and you'd already been to the office five times. None of those times had been as serious as this one, but they still got you a call home and some detention. You've grown used to detention though, seeing as you had it for your entire sophomore year. Good times, good times.
You walk into the office and plop yourself down on one of the two chairs, propping your feet up on the second. You look over at the secretary, Ms. Paint, and wave. She looks at you and chuckles a bit, bringing her hand to her lips to hide the amusement. Then she waves back at you with a welcoming smile before getting back to work. She was such a nice lady, although, she didn't really talk much. What a shame.
"You stay here until Dr. Scratch comes to deal with you, ya little shit," Cal seethes, storming towards his office in a huff.
"Later Cal! It was nice that we could have this little chat," you call after him, pissing him off even more and causing him to slam the door behind him once he entered his office. Ms. Paint brought a hand to her heart and jolted a little, spooked from his outburst, but was quick to resume her duties. Then the door to the office opens and in walks the boy you'll be spending the majority of your detentions with. Although, neither of you know that quite yet.
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