Silence. It was the worst torture that Raven could be submitted to. She hadn't even needed to look at the woman to know she was in trouble. Nothing new, she was used to it and wasn't a big deal in her old high school. But this school was way different, and she realized it as she sat down in front of the woman's desk. The woman handed her a towel, letting her clean the blood from her face. "Are you going to explain to me what that was about, Miss Reyes?" the woman questioned severely, a raised brow and a questioning glare.
"I found him kicking my bike, ma'am." the girl stated, looking at the woman and sighing. She hadn't felt intimidated by the boy, but the woman was completely different. Her face was seemed kind, friendly, even motherly. But another side of her, hidden in her features, was fiery, attractive and wild. For a second Raven felt inappropriately happy to be in front of her. "Listen ma'am," she started, crossing her arms and leaning back on the chair. "I was just talking to a friend and I saw him kicking my bike, trying to break the lock-up because I was in his spot..." she explained. She let out the three last words as she made air quotes with her hands and then crossing her arms again. "It really wasn't my fault."
"Not this time, you mean." the woman smiled and stood up, walking towards an archive locker and searching in it. She found the file she was looking for, opening it and sighing. "Raven Reyes. Ninth grade, punched a boy in the face for calling her 'tomboy latina'." she read, unable to contain a soft laugh. "Let's go back in time... Sixth grade. Kicked a boy on his testicles because he said that girls couldn't be mechanics."
"Oh, fun times." the girl chuckled, breathing in through her mouth. She had broken her nose so many times that it barely hurt, and she had expertly had it put in place by the school's nurse. She put her arms behind her head, making herself comfortable. The woman closed the file, and Raven hoped this time she wouldn't get in big trouble. But by the way the woman dropped the folder on the desk, the way she sat down and crossed her arms, Raven knew she was wrong. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
"I am not going to lie or sugar coat it, Miss Reyes. It doesn't surprise me. Many students that come to this school with scholarships end up getting in fist fights the first week. John Murphy, the boy you punched, always teases the newcomers to get them in trouble. He'll get detention too, that is why I have not let you continue with that fight. You might think he deserves it, and I won't deny it. But this attitude is not proper of a student that attends this high school. You'll have to come to the detention room on detention every day after classes, until next saturday. Starting tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You may go now." the woman spoke, staring at the girl with a severe look. And even if for a second Raven was mesmerized at the sight of these brown eyes that seemed to scan her with attention, she stood up and turned away. If I gotta stay with her, detention won't be that bad.
"Home... Sweet home." Raven sighed as she dropped her bag on the entrance. She did not even bother to take off her shoes at the entrance as she usually did, too hungry. Walking to the kitchen, she left the jacket on a chair, opening the fridge. It was almost empty, as usual. Checking which yogurt was the one with the closes expiration date. She sighed, it was all she would be able to eat before dinner. She turned and sat down on the chair, suddenly hearing her phone buzz. 'Incoming Message: Clarke', she read on the screen. She smiled and opened it.
C - 'Hey Raven, I was thinking if you'd like to come one of these days to the study group I have, you know, to socialize. I know you have that engineering club thing, but I think you… need more friends?'
She chuckled. Friends. As if she was going to have a friendship with any of the rich, white kids that went to her school. She had met some people in the engineering club, though she still did not consider them friends. Competitors, maybe. They had a friendly behavior towards the others, but after all they wanted to be the best student in the club. The tension between them was obvious, and their friendship was false. Fake, all fake.
R - Can't, got detention all week because of the Murphy fuckboy.
C - Oh, sorry to hear that. Still, we also meet on Saturdays. My address is Turco Street, 25. The white house with a porch.
R - K, see you tomorrow in class.
Finishing her yogurt, the girl left the spoon and threw the plastic away. Walking back to the entrance she took her bag and walked upstairs. She sat on the small desk in the corner of her room, sighing. She had too much homework, it would be helpful to study along with people. A study group. Somebody kill me.
"Hello, Miss Reyes. Please take a seat." the short, grey haired woman that she recognized as a maths teacher spoke with a smile. She was disappointed somehow, wanting to see Principal Griffin again. The woman had disappeared the whole week, Raven noticed. Not that she had wandered near her office in hopes of seeing her, no. The girl walked to the free table in the second row, sitting and looking at the two students at her sides. One, a tall blond jock that winked and flashed her a smile. The other... John Murphy, grinning smugly.
"Well hello again, bitch." he told, his homework untouched on the table. Wearing a clean uniform with an unproperly placed tie, the boy acted as if the room was his house. He seemed to be more proud than regreful of his actions. "Missed me?"
"I'd prefer to die before setting eyes on you ever again." she stated, rolling her eyes and then opening her books. She had to start with her history essay, Professor Jaha was strict. Of course, she had to learn about the perfection and glory of white, north American people. Truth was that if she wanted to learn about her own history, about her roots and past, she couldn't just open a book. She had to take her laptop and get on top of the western corner on the roof to have internet signal. Well, her neighbor's signal. The busy man was barely home, and also one of the few fortunate people who had a decent wireless network.
"Chill, little bitch. You don't want to get in trouble again, don't you?"
"I could ask you the same, fuckboy."
The next day she went to detention, and the next, and the next one. Friday arrived, the penultimate day of her detention. And she hadn't seen the principal once. Damnit. Having her here would be so interesting... she thought. But at least the fuckboy hasn't appeared again.
It was then when she was proved wrong. Door opening, a tall figure with high heels and pencil skirt appeared. Raven's brown eyes scanned the woman's body. Taking in the sight of her slender, endless legs from her ankles to her knees, she smirked. The dark grey skirt, the baby blue blouse and the blazer accessorized her body perfectly. The woman was gorgeous, and she surely knew how to stress her virtues. Exceptional fashion sense, Principal Griffin. Ten out of ten would bang.
"Miss Reyes, why aren't you doing your homework yet?" the woman questioned, making Raven realize that she was the only person that was not working. Her eyes met the woman's, watching her raise a brow in amusement. She seemed to be more friendly than the other day, now that the teenager wasn't covered in blood.
"Someone had to keep these under control until you got here, ma'am." the girl smirked, leaning to take her textbooks and starting to solve her math problems.