Yeah, Another High School Story Chapter 10: The Principal, a teen titans fanfic

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"Richard Grayson and Kori Anders, please report to the principal's office," a voice droned over the intercom the next day in homeroom. Kori tensed. What had she done now? Richard looked just as confused.

"Go ahead," said Mrs. Hive without looking up. Kori headed out the door, and Richard caught up to her. Their walk was silent; Kori was too busy trying to think of why Richard would be involved in whatever was going on to talk.

The voice over the intercom, in person, was talking on the phone, so she waved them over to a door at the far end of the office. Kori opened it to find that it was very dark in the room. Two seats were placed just in front of a large oak desk, and there was a large chair just behind the desk that was facing away from them.

"Good morning," a cold voice, coming from the chair, said. "Please, sit down. Make yourself comfortable." Kori sat, and, when she noticed Richard hadn't sit down beside her, motioned him over. The chair whirled around, and Kori bit her lip to keep from gasping.

Their principal, Mr. Wilson, was not a happy person. Fifteen years ago, he had been the kingpin in some underground association, but when he was caught, the court found him innocent. He had come to Jump City's high school, hearing that it was one of the worst schools around, and changed it dramatically. His students lived in fear of him, and almost never got in trouble...in school, anyway. This was the first time in a while someone had been summoned to his office.

Numerous scars dotted his face, and he wore an eyepatch over his right eye. His left one had absolutely no mercy in it. He wasn't smiling. His graying hair was kept far out of his stare.

Kori grabbed Richard's hand under the desk. She didn't like this man at all.

"I have heard from twenty-two eyewitnesses that you two started a food fight yesterday in the cafeteria. I would like to hear from Ms. Anders first. Tell me, what happened yesterday at lunch?" Kori blushed. So that's what this is all about.

"Well...I was talking to...someone and Richard came to my table...and, um, I threw my tray at him..." she stuttered, looking down. Richard squeezed her hand, but she refused to look at him. Why she was talking the blame on herself, she had no idea. I'm the one with the better grades. I'm the one with the clean record. I'll be let off easier. She had a sudden image of Mr. Wilson pointing a gun at her and tried not to shudder. After all, this guy was a criminal. Who knew what he would do?

"Mr. Grayson?" Mr. Wilson spat. Kori looked up, astonished at the amount of hatred radiating between the two. She gulped, but she was glad she wasn't caught in the middle of it.

"Kori threw her tray at me, and I threw it back. Some kid shouted 'food fight' and everyone started throwing stuff. End of story," Richard said insolently. Kori's eyes widened. Did Richard have a death wish? Apparently, Mr. Wilson thought so, too. He got up and walked around them. Richard smirked. No, Richard, please don't...

Richard leaned back on his chair easily and put his feet up on the desk. Kori nearly fainted. Mr. Wilson stopped just behind them.

"Mr. Grayson, get your feet off of my desk," he said calmly. Richard did as he asked.

"I thought you said to make ourselves comfortable?" he answered. Mr. Wilson paused for a very long moment. Then he leaned down between them. Kori hoped she wasn't squeezing the life out of Richard's hand.

"I do not appreciate your rudeness, Richard. If Ms. Anders were not trying to defend you, I can guarentee you would be out of this school before I could snap my fingers. Any more funny business and you will not be going on the field trip. I'll be watching." He stood up and walked behind his desk again. "You may go." Richard and Kori stood up, and Richard glared at Mr. Wilson, who just smirked. "Cute."

Kori, realizing they were still holding hands, pulled hers away quickly. As soon as they were out of the office, she released a long breath. "Never, ever again...I am never going in there again..."

Richard grinned. "It wasn't that bad," he teased.

"You-you-you idiot! You could have gotten yourself killed! Didn't you see the look he was giving you?" she asked, nearly in hysterics.

"No."

Kori groaned in exasperation and left. He was crazy.

"Richard Grayson and Kori Anders, please report to the principal's office," a voice droned over the intercom the next day in homeroom. Richard frowned. What was going on?

"Go ahead," said Mrs. Hive without looking up. Kori headed out the door, and Richard caught up to her. Their walk was silent; Richard was busy trying to figure out why he was waling to the offce with this goody-goody.

The voice over the intercom, in person, was talking on the phone, so she waved them over to a door at the far end of the office. Kori opened it.

"Good morning," a cold voice said. "Please, sit down. Make yourself comfortable." Kori sat, but Richard stared at the chair behind the big desk, where the voice was coming from. He already didn't like the guy, and he hadn't even met him before. The chair turned around.

Kori grabbed Richard's hand under the desk. He almost smirked. Kori's philosophy: At the first sign of danger, run to Richard.

"Well...I was talking to...someone and Richard came to my table...and, um, I threw my tray at him..." she stuttered, looking down. Richard squeezed her hand, but she didn't look at him. Why was she sticking up for him?

"Mr. Grayson?" Mr. Wilson spat. So he knows I'm not scared...not like poor Kori over there...

"Kori threw her tray at me, and I threw it back. Some kid shouted 'food fight' and everyone started throwing stuff. End of story," Richard said, as insolently as possible. Kori's eyes widened. Mr. Wilson got up and walked around them. Richard smirked.

Richard leaned back on his chair easily and put his feet up on the desk. Now what? Mr. Wilson stopped just behind them.

"Mr. Grayson, get your feet off of my desk," he said calmly. Richard did as he asked.

"I thought you said to make ourselves comfortable?" he answered. Mr. Wilson paused for a very long moment. Then he leaned down between them. Richard tried to get Kori to loosen up on his hand, it really hurt.

Kori pulled her hand away quickly. As soon as they were out of the office, she released a long breath. "Never, ever again...I am never going in there again..."

Richard grinned. "It wasn't that bad," he teased.

"You-you-you idiot! You could have gotten yourself killed! Didn't you see the look he was giving you?" she asked, nearly in hysterics.

"No."

Kor groaned and left. Of course, don't bother thanking me for letting you use my hand as a stress ball. Then again, I never thanked you for sticking up for me... Expulsion would not have gone over well with Bruce.

The bell rang, so he didn't bother going back to homeroom. This time the day after tomorrow they'd be in the buses. Whether he was excited or anxious, Richard couldn't tell. All he knew was that spending that much time with Kori could not be healthy.

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