A young school police officer sat in her office, waiting for something to do. Her legs propped on the desk, she leaned her chair back and crossed her arms over her chest. She was pretty, but not beautiful, with shoulder length brown hair curling underneath her blue officers hat, tanned skin covered in a thin, slightly translucent coat of hair, and milky white eyes hidden behind a pair of old 50's styled sunglasses.
Her seeing eye dog rested beside her desk, his leash being held onto by his owner. As his owner waited anxiously for anything to happen that needed her attention, she felt the urge to walk out and take a smoke break. It was hard to resist, like a child being left alone with a jar of cookies, but she had to remember she was trying to be free of nicotine. Her dog, rightfully named Justice, kept glancing at her, his eyes bored and droopy as he huffed out a loud sigh. "You too, huh?" Her voice was gravelly as she spoke.
She could hear her dog turning over for her to pet him, along with a whimpering sigh, and she grinned. Releasing her feet from the desk, the chair came down with a loud thud. Obliging her canines request, she rubbed his belly and patted his head, making him growl and pant happily. He still acted like a puppy while they were off duty, making him a good partner and friend.
As she continued petting him, she overheard a blip like noise from her computer. Rolling over, her pooch stared at the computer cocking his head curiously. Returning to her standing position, she walked over to her computer. Pulling out her text reader, she spoke to the computer "Open Recently Activated." The computer obediently opened the application that had been activated. She pressed her text reader to the computer, running it across the computer screen. It spoke in a monotone male voice as it analyzed the words, "One new message. Recipient, terminallyCapricious. Sent at 9:47 am." The woman furrowed her brow but moved the reader down to the next line.
"TC: HeY mY bOoTyLiCiOuS bAbE ;0)" it spoke, making her uncomfortable. Feeling around for her keyboard, she heaved a huge sigh, regretting even hearing the message. Once finding it, her fingers typed rapidly at the keys.
"TG: WH4T DO YOU N33D? :/"
A few seconds pass, and her tension heightens, before another blip is heard. She runs the reader across the computer again, struggling to find his secondary sentence.
"TC: JuSt WoNdErIn If YoU wErE sTiLl PlAnNiN oN hAnGiN oUt ToNiGhT."
She felt a shiver run up her spine, discomfort and malice rising quickly in her throat, the vomit of her hatred of him.
"TG: 3W, NO. G4MZ33, W3'R3 OV3R, I TOLD YOU TH4T 4LR34DY:["
"TC: AwE, cMoN tErEzI, wE bOtH kNoW yOu LiKeD iT aNd YoU cAnT gEt EnOuGh."
She gritted her teeth and blocked. She didn't need to put up with this bullshit. Justice looks at her worriedly as she slams the reader into the drawer, standing up and nudging her arm a bit. He seemed to be urging her to calm down. With a couple angry, shakey breaths, she finally calmed herself down to the point where she could rest semi-peacefully. Her radio clicked on, a familiar static voice speaking through, "Miss Pyrope we have a possible 420 in room B-6. Can you head down there?" She pulled it from her back pocket and spoke into the receiver "I'm heading down there now." Tightening her grip on the leash, she exclaimed to her dog, "To room B-6, Justice!" With a steady pace, the pair walked out of the office and through the halls, Justice carefully analyzing the halls to find the correct classroom.
The colorful array of students from B-6 hung out in the hall, their prudent and tight-assed teacher waiting outside the door. "Miss Pyrope, thank you for coming as quickly as you could. I think one of the more..." She cleared her throat before continuing, "Inner-city kids, has brought drugs into our class." Terezi glared in the general direction that the woman was speaking from, "If I find something, it won't be determined by where they live. It'll be determined by Justice." She snickered at her pun before entering the humble classroom. Inside, she let the German Shepard sniff around, looking for any sign of something. From the outside she heard kids whispering and muttering amongst themselves. Most of the words were aimed towards the teachers probable racism and prejudice, though she kept a straight face as the dog needlessly pulled around the room, searching for a scent that wasn't even there.
When the search ended, and a couple backpacks checked, Terezi assured the old woman that no one had brought any sort of illicit drugs to school. The old woman scowled slightly as her students walked back in, cockiness in their walk and eyes. As Justice turned them around to go back to their boring office, there was a bump against her shoulder. She turned to the person to apologize, but they had completed the sentence before her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to bump into you Terezi..." The gruff, smokey voice said, sorrow hinting between the lines. She furrowed her brows and sighed "It's okay Karkat. Just get to class, okay?" She said, trying to be friendly. Karkat bit his lip and nodded "Yeah, will do." She nodded to him and turned back to face the same way as Justice. She couldn't bear talking to him, it reminded her of what she used to be like, what kind of person she used to be. She walked in silence, back to her office, where she sat in silence and tried to forget. She didn't need to be running into him in the hallways, it was already awkward enough between the two of them since they last spoke. Why didn't she just forget about him already? Was it guilt? Hatred? Lust? She shook her head in spite, wanting to have the thoughts of them evaporate from both their heads.
With what little patience and energy she had, she pulled her reader back out, along with law enforcement books. She felt around the edges of her thick backed copy of Law And Order: Judicial Procedures And Responsibilities for the bookmark she had left in there. She felt the plastic strip run across her fingers, and she yanked open the thick book. Reader in hand, she ran it across, studying every word that rang into her ear and jotting notes into her brain, dreaming of the one day she would sit on the judges bench, prosecuting evil doers and bringing order to the world.