alright everyone so this is just a random one I thought of after reading something and then trying to go to bed one time. I hope you like it, and just saying that jez and morgead are like, 14 and 15 here. anyway, I do no own anything
Accusations
There were a lot of times where Jez found she wanted to kill a lot of people. And this was one of those times.
You see, she was sitting in the principal's office arguing with a teacher and waiting for her Uncle to come so that he and principal Sanders could have a nice long chat about something she hadn't done.
Wondering what it could possibly be that Jez had been accused of that she didn't actually do? Well, you're about to find out.
It had all started the day before really, when she and Morgead had stayed out all night hunting and fooling around. With school close to starting, and her Uncle's threat of grounding her for one month for every detention she'd ever gotten hanging over her head, Jez found that she didn't have enough time to go home and clean up before her torturous day at school began.
So, without much thought, Jez and Morgead had stopped by Morgead's apartment long enough for Jez to exchange her soiled shirt for one of Morgead's cleaner ones. Leaving her blood splattered shirt on his bedroom floor, Jez and Morgead had had broken every speed limit in and attempt to get Jez to school on time.
Luckily for her, she darted into the classroom with not a second to spare, as the monotone of the bell chased after her. Despite the glare she received from her home room teacher and the strange looks directed at her from her classmates, Jez was unfazed. She stalked to the back of the class and swung into her corner seat, settling down for a nice, long nap.
She went through the day with many strange looks, and lots of peaceful sleep. It was only in her last class of the day that she was busted for sleeping in class.
"Mrs. Redfern! If you would be so kind as to wake yourself up," Mr. Peters snapped, startling Jez out of the deep sleep she'd been enjoying. Out of all her teachers, Mr. Peters was the one who disliked Jez the most.
Jez lifted her head and stared at her teacher with bleary eyes.
"Are you not getting enough sleep at home, Mrs. Redfern?" Mr. Peters crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. He was trying to intimidate Jez. "Is that the problem?"
Jez stared at him for a moment, and she knew everyone was looking at her. She released a huge yawn, and murmured to her teacher, "Oh, I get enough sleep at home."
"Well then why are you sleeping in my class?"
"Oh, that's simple Mr. P." Jez yawned again. "I wasn't at home last night."
Once that simple statement had escaped her lips, the whole class broke into whispers. Jez tried to ignore most of them as she settled her head back on her desk, cushioning it with her crossed arms. She caught snippets of their exclamations though, and what she heard puzzled her to no end.
"– told you the rumors were true!"
"– can't believe she would actually do that! She's like, what? Fourteen?"
"What a whore. Who do you think it was?"
Mr. Peters stood at the front of the class trying to get everyone to settle down, something he was never very good at. "Now, now! Everyone settle down!" then to Jez, "Mrs. Redfern, if I could have a word with you in the hall."
Jez shrugged and trudged up the aisle of desks and out the door. As Jez waited for her teacher to come yell at her and give her detention, she decided she might as well wait comfortably. Mr. Peters would no doubt make her stand up once he came out, but until then, she would relax. So she sunk to the ground and leaned back against the row of lockers behind her.
She listened to her teacher finally quiet the rally of students and tell them to complete questions one to sixteen on page one hundred sixty-two, and then he was there, standing in front of her while glaring down his nose with is arms crossed sternly.
The teacher waited until Jez was standing before he launched into his lecture. "Mrs. Redfern, I am sick and tired of your attitude and behavior in my class. You don't respect me, you don't respect your peers, and you don't respect yourself."
"Actually, sir," Jez drawled sleepily, fully planning on telling him that she respected herself quite a bit. "I –"
"I don't want to hear it! I assume you know your way to the principal's office? I will meet you there."
Without word, Jez rolled her eyes and sauntered off down the hall. This may have been her third time to the principal's office this week, and it may have only been Tuesday, but at least she was at school like her Uncle wanted.
Principal Sanders was waiting for her when she arrived. "Good afternoon, Jezebel." He inclined his head and smiled thinly.
Jez nodded to him. She refused to acknowledge him any further when he used her full name.
With a heavy sigh, the principal motioned for Jez to enter his office. She'd visited him twice yesterday, and he had actually fooled himself into thinking than he might go a day without a visit from her.
"Jez, Mr. Peters will be here after the bell rings, as will your Uncle. I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay after school today."
Jez frowned, leaning forwards in the chair she'd just gotten comfortable in. "My friend is supposed to stop by and pick me up after school."
"Well, your friend will just have to wait," principal Sanders sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head at the girl lounging in the chair across from him, his desk acting as a barrier that he sometimes felt he needed when she got riled up.
Five minutes later, the bell sounded, and Jez listened to the sound of kids spilling out into the halls, all of them talking loudly to their friends. Some of them were talking about her. Apparently they didn't realise she could hear them.
Before long, Mr. Peters was walking through the door with a grave expression.
"Ah, Mr. Peters," the principal shuffled a few sheets of paper around on his desk as he glanced up at the entering teacher. "very good, now we can begin." He made a steeple with his hands, and nodded at Mr. Peters, signaling for him to begin his complaints. "What has she done today?"
"Today?" Mr. Peters asked, striding to the corner of principal Sanders' desk, leaning back on it and crossing his ankles, getting comfortable for a long visit. "Well why don't we start with how she slept through the whole class, she was disrespectful to myself, and not to mention her inappropriate attire."
"Wait, what do you mean, 'inappropriate attire'?" Jez exclaimed. She couldn't find anything wrong with what she was wearing.
"Well for starts, you are wearing a boy's shirt," Mr. Peters accused. "and the graphics illustrated are highly inappropriate."
"How is this inappropriate?" Jez cried. She tugged the shirt away from her body and examined it. "It's a freaking bloody skull with a knife through it!"
"Jezebel," Jez gripped the arm rests in the chair she was now perched on the edge of and glared at the principal. "this is a catholic school, and whether you are catholic or not, you have been enrolled here, therefor, you are expected to abide by the dress code."
"Whatever."
"And let's talk about why you're wearing a boy's shirt today, shall we?" interrupted Mr. Peters. Eyeing her suspiciously he added, "And why you are wearing the same everything as yesterday."
Both adults stared Jez down, but she stared right back.
"Is it really any business of yours what I wear?" she spat.
"It's the reason behind it."
"What reason?" Jez unclenched the arm rests, and they creaked back into place from the unnatural angle Jez had forced them into.
Principal Sanders sighed, and instead of answering her question, he tried reasoning with her. "Now, Jez, I know high school is a stressful time in any young girl's life. What with friends –"
"Don't have any." Jez yawned.
"boyfriends –"
"Don't have one."
"and family." Mr. Sanders continued, completely disregarding Jez's comments. "But you have to keep things balanced. There have been some rumors that I've heard, and I want to hear from you if they're true or not."
Both adults looked at Jez expectantly. But she had no idea what they wanted her to do. She didn't pay attention to silly vermin gossip, even if it was about her.
"Well?" Mr. Peters prompted. He leaned towards Jez, impatiently waving her on.
"I don't know anything about rumors about me," she sniffed, tilting her head up and glaring out of the corner of her eye at her teacher and principal. "why don't you tell me what they are."
Both men looked at each other, clearly neither wanted to be the one to tell her what people had been spreading behind her back.
"Well," principal Sanders swallowed. "It's not an unknown fact that you spend a lot of time with a boy…not from this school." The principal paused and readjusted his tie absently. Jez was beginning to get a bad feeling about where he was going with this. Neither of them had been here more than two years, so neither of them knew who Morgead was. "Students as well as teachers saw you leave school with him yesterday, and since you showed up today wearing what is obviously a boy's shirt, rumor has spread that –"
"No." Jez shot to her feet and glared so hard at both adults it looked like they were trying to curl up into themselves and hide.
"Now, Jez –"
"No!" she repeated, more force in her voice than the two men would have thought possible.
"Jez, principal Sanders has already called your Uncle as I assume he has already told you, and he's on his way in. He should be here any minute, and then we can all talk this through together." Mr. Peters told her in a clipped voice.
"There's nothing to talk through!" Jez yelled. Her face was bright red, and all her muscles were clenched so tightly she was shaking. It was taking all of her will power not to kill the two mind control resistant vermin standing before her.
Luckily for the teacher and principal, Jez's Uncle chose that moment to walk through the door, blowing in like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day. Almost immediately, Jez's anger sizzled and dissolved for the moment, and she threw herself back into her chair, folded her arms tightly across her chest, and glared out the window.
"Mr. Bracken," principal Sanders sighed, obviously relieved. He got up to shake Jez's Uncle's hand firmly. "Thank you for joining us."
Jez's Uncle inclined his head and replied calmly, "My pleasure. Now what seems to be the problem today?"
"Jez?" the principal turned to a fuming Jez. "Why don't you tell your Uncle what's been going on."
Everyone stared at Jez as she glanced up at her Uncle. Without a single hesitation, as both Mr. Peters and principal Sanders thought there would be, Jez shot to her feet again, turned to face her Uncle and pointed accusingly at the two school workers. "They think I've been sleeping with Morgead!"
There was such silence in the room that everyone heard the motorbike pull into the nearly abandoned school parking lot. Everyone looked out the window as a black clad figure dismounted a beast of a bike and leaned against it casually. He was obviously waiting.
"Well, there's my ride," Jez sneered. She turned to her Uncle and muttered, "we're going to pick up Pierce and Val and head out for a bit." With that, she swept out of the office and ran through the halls, leaving her Uncle to plead her case.
"I can assure you principal Sanders, that Jez is not – in any way – sexually active." he gulped that out like one might try to swallow a golf ball – unpleasantly and painfully. "Her relationship with this boy is strictly platonic, and I'm sure she would rather be run over by an eighteen wheeler than get involved with Morgead." He knew half of what he'd said was a lie, but it was necessary.
The three remaining in the office watched out the window as Jez ran out to meet with the boy by the bike. As she neared, he turned to face her. No smile was exchanged. Just a hard looking shove at the boy from Jez.
They continued to watch Jez yell and smack at the boy for several minutes before they mounted his bike and sped away dangerously fast.
Jez's Uncle turned back to face the other men in the room and said quietly, "Quite frankly, I am offended on the behalf of myself and my niece that you would be so quick in believing petty high school rumors. Especially those of this magnitude."
With that said, Jez's Uncle turned his back on the principal and teacher and marched out of the office with quite an impressive air of dignity.
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