Chapter 3
Rapunzel Corona
I struggled to keep my eyes open as Mr. Crood, my new math teacher tried to explain what we'd be doing for Algebra II this year. I fought back a yawn. I'd move ahead if it didn't mean not being with my friends. I saw Eep, a girl with red hair in a short bob and a tight tiger-print mini dress that just barely made the dress code, already dozing on her desk.
Mr. Crood saw her, too. "EEP!" he growled. He was pretty big and very intimidating, with broad shoulders and a tall gait.
Eep woke up and stretched. "Yeah, Dad?" she yawned.
"Could you just please not sleep in my class anymore? It's getting on my nerves, young lady."
Eep shrugged. "Sure, Dad, whatevs."
Mr. Crood made a face at her words, but then turned back to the board. Just as he was writing out some sort of math formula, a paper airplane came soaring through the air and hit him right in the back of his neck.
"ARRRGH!" he yelled. He spun around. "WHO DID THAT?!"
He looked around the classroom. He looked at Mavis, who was filing her nails to Eep, who was staring at her phone to, finally, a boy who sat in the back. I'd never seen him before, so he must've been new. His pale, bleached hair stood out, and his ice blue eyes stared back at the teacher's. His smirk made it obvious he had thrown the airplane.
Mr. Crood was fuming. "YOU! OFFICE! NOW!"
The boy got up, grabbed his stuff, and sauntered out of the room. Mr. Crood followed, right on his heels, slamming the door behind him. As soon as his lumbering footsteps were no longer audible, everyone burst into excited chatter.
"Who WAS that dude that got your dad so pissed?" Guy, Eep's boyfriend, asked his best friend Once-ler.
"I dunno," Once-ler replied, shrugging.
Mavis looked up from her nails to raise her pencil-thin eyebrows at me. I gave a small tip of my head in return. We have always been able to communicate like this, ever since we were young. But then something interrupted our little silent conversation.
"Ah, ya shut up, the lot of ya! Ya all got no shame, don'tcha? Why don't ya all just march on over to 7-Elevine and buy ya-self somethin'!"
I knew that voice without even having to turn around. It was Merida DunBroch, the Scottish exchange student who moved here in 9th grade. When I turned in my seat, I saw that she was standing up and glaring at the boys.
I walked over to her, ignoring the looks Mavis was shooting at me. I put a hand on Merida's shoulder, causing her to shriek and swing at me blindly. I ducked, narrowly missing her flailing arm, and grabbed her. "Merida, calm down!" I said. "What'll happen if a teacher hears you and-"
"And what?" The detention teacher (yes, can you believe it? My school actually has a detention teacher!), Mr. Pitch Black, asked in a sinister tone. I whirled around. He grinned wickedly. "Miss DunBroch and Miss Corona, if you could both be so kind as to join me in my office after . . . class?" he said. He looked disdainfully at the classroom before leaving.
I felt like I couldn't breathe. I'd just gotten detention! This was going to go on my spotless permanent record for sure! Merida didn't look so surprised, though. She was a big-time athlete, on the archery, soccer, and basketball teams and out-of-school horseback riding. She had a knack for getting into trouble. I slumped down in my seat; at least Mavis knew me well enough not to give me anymore looks. I sighed. I was dreading the end of class.
A/N: I'm SO sorry it's so short! And I know that I said before that there would be some Jackunzel action in this one, but honestly I didn't know how to fit it in! So please, just bear with me and the next chapter will be here soon! :)