broken || j.r.a. • book one •

01

Samantha's POV

I walk into class, late, and instantly walk to the back of the classroom to take my seat.

"Miss Drax.." Mr. Yiung starts, crossing his arms. "You're late."

I drop my bag down on the floor beside my desk, then sitting down on crossing my legs on top of the desk.

"Yeah, so?" I reply. The class 'Ooo's.

"So?" The gigantic vein in Mr. Yiung's forehead begins to slightly bulge. "So, you've missed over half of the class."

"You see, I'm still not getting your point here, Daniel.." I say, pulling my phone out of my pocket, as the 'Ooo's become a little louder.

"My point, Miss Drax, is that you're about to get yourself detention." He says, irrated. "Now, get your legs off of that desk and stop talking back.."

Everyone turns to me, waiting for me to respond.. But, instead, I just leave my legs up and smirk at Mr. Yiung.

Just as he begins to think he's almost won and his bulge is at ease a little, I place my phone face down on the desk.

"Or, what?"

"E-excuse me?" He says as his bulge begins to grow again.

"Or, what?"

By now, a couple students had their phones out and were recording this whole scene.. But, Mr. Yiung was too focused on me to even pay attention to them.

"Miss Drax, you are on very thin ice right now, so I suggest that you cut out and the arguments and pay attention.. Now."

"Again, 'or, what?' Mr. Yiung? I mean, the last time I checked, you can't do anything to me.. You see, I'm not the only one on 'thin ice' right now.. You, Mr. Yiung, are not aware of any ofthe information I have, or how much of a bad day I've been having. Meaning: I won't even hesitate to release that imformation.. So, if I were you.. I would continue on with the lesson as if nothing even happened, right?"

Mr. Yiung was completely livid.. The way his vein was bulgig, if I pushed him farther even the slightest, it would probably burst.

At the thought of that, a small smirk appeared on my face.

--- Time Skip ---

Samantha's POV

I walk into the detention room, walking to the empty desk at one of the far back corners of the room.

I sit down, taking my pencil case and sketchpad out of my bag before dropping the bag to the floor.

For the first five minutes, I just sat there, sketching.

"Aw, are you sketching yourselfbthe boyfriend you wish you had?" Butch Lockner teased, chuckling with his friends in the other back corner. He had also earned himself some light laughter from the other students that were alsonin detention.

"Nah.. Just sketchin' up the dick you wish you had..." I fire back, casually.

Suddenly, all the laughte stopped.. Except for one noodle-like haired boy who had to stop himself from chuckling as he sat in the front row.

"What'd you just say?" Butch cut his eyes at me as he slowly made his way towards me, standing over to try and to try and intimidate me.

I just stood up from my seat and looked him directly into his eyes.

"I said you got no dick, Butch," I reply.

"You just gonna let her talk to you like that, man?" One of his friends said from behind him.

That's when Butch's hand quickly grabbed my arm, mpulling me closer to his face, but I keep a straight face.

"Now, you gotta learn to stop running those pretty, little lips a' yours, Drax.." He releases me. "You're just lucky I heard about what you did in Yiung's class today.. That shit was bad. Ass."

"Whatever, Lockner.." I say, knowing he was just too afraid to do anything to me.

Not long after Butch had sat back down, the detention monitor, Mrs. Crawford had entered the room.

"Good afternoon, students," She started. "Now, I'm sure you are all aware of why you're in here, so I'm just going to skip right to i-"

"Uh, actually, Mrs. C.. I forgot. Do you mind refreshing my memory?" I ask, a smirk on my face.

Again, that curly-headed boy in the front of the classrom chokes as he tries to keep himself from laughing.

Mrs. Crawford glares at me. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.. Today, you children will be scrubbing graffiti off of the school's property until 4:30."

"I don't know if you've noticed Mrs. C, but you're not actually allowed to keep us past four.." A kid in the front row with cheeks that looked asbif he'd been slapped across both sides of his face, sitting beside Noodles, says.

"Well, that's too bad, then.."

"But, what if some of us have a life- Unlike you- and, we have places to be?" I smirk at her again.

She cuts her eyes into slits at me.

"I guess you should've thought about that before you made your bad decisions today.." She says through her gritted teeth.

I chuckle to myself at how hard Mrs. Crawford tries to hide how pissed she is.

She then sighs, heavily. "Now, I am going to run down to the photocopy machine quickly.." She looks directly at me as she says this last part. "No. Funny. Business."

Once she's gone and the door is fully closed behind her, the red-cheeked boy quickly makes his way to the empty seat beside me.

"Hey," He smiles at me.

I continue to sketch in my sketchpad.

"I saw you in Mr. Yiung's class earlier.. That was really brave of you.. Especially since he-"

"Listen, Jimmy Neutron," I start, putting my pencil down and turning to the boy. "You have about, let's see, half a second before I throw you across the room."

His eyes widen.

"Okay?" I smile at him.

"If I were you," Butch chuckles. "I'd move.. She doesn't like people.. Or, human interaction.."

Zach quickly nods and stumbles back over to his seat.

After that, it wasn't long before Mrs. C had come back and we had to sit there quietly for an eternity.

It had been at least twenty minutes, and I was almost sketching and colouring in my sketchpad when I felt as if I was beig watched.

I look up to see Noodles staring at me from the front of the class. Almost instantly when I look up at him, though, he looks away.

Strange.., I thought.