Secrets in Detention (Principal of the Thing X Male! reader)

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You quickly made your way to class, trying to avoid running. The last thing you needed was a detention from Mr. SeriousFace... Just as the last bell rang, you entered Mr. Baldi's room. He was waiting by his desk with a tablet of sorts. As he saw you enter, he smiled and waved you inside.

"Welcome, (y/n)! I have a few questions to give you before I give you homework. Is that alright?"

You nodded and took a seat before he handed you the device. There were 3 questions, and from the first one, it made you wonder if this man was pranking you. Looking up at him, he still had a happy, yet serious smile. You turned back to the tablet, answering the three questions.

3+2=5
7+4= 11
4+3=7

You entered the numbers in and raised your hand. Mr. Baldi walked over to you and checked your answers quickly before giving you a thumbs up. He smiled and reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter before placing it on your desk.

"Congratulations, here's your prize!"

You smiled, pocketed it, and thanked him softly. Mr. Baldi wandered over to his desk and picked up a paper before returning to place it in front of you.

"These are a little tricky, but my cell phone number is on the back if you need extra assistance after classes!"

You stared at the questions in shock. It reminded you of those memes comparing school work to homework. There were 5 questions. 3 on the front, 2 on the back. Your eye twitched slightly as you turned your head slowly towards your teacher.

"Um.. Could you read these out loud to me?..."

Mr. Baldi seemed baffled as to why you would ask for help on such a simple problem. He tilted his head and craned his neck down to read the problems.

"Okay... Question one! What is 92'@/&3'@:•\292 times 9:!29:&3'$39:$?"

Staring at him like he was batshit crazy, you looked back at the paper before replying.

"420...?"

Your tutor blinked before frowning and turning his back to you. The taller male looked down at his feet, seeming to be in deep thought. Suddenly, he turned back around, a ruler in hand. You gave him a strange look as he stepped towards you a little creepily.

"Pull your sleeve up."

"Excuse me? Why?"

"You got the question wrong. Not only that, but you said a very inappropriate answer... Sleeve. Up. Now."

Quickly pulling your sleeve up, you watched as Baldi approached you, slapping the ruler on his opposite hand. He softly grabbed your hand to keep it steady as you shook. You watched as a raised the ruler about 6 inches above your wrist and smacked it right against it.

"Agh! Why so harsh??"

He smacked your wrist again, but slightly harder.

"It's how you learn. As long as you follow rules, this won't happen..."

Finally he smacked you again, but you jerked back and muttered something under your breath.

"What was that??" Mr. Baldi asked.

"I said I can see why no one else comes here..."

Mr. Baldi was enraged as those words left your mouth. Instead of using that wretched ruler, he stomped over to his desk and picked up his school phone. You saw him dial a number and put the phone up to his ear.

"Ah, Kennith. Yes it's Baldi. We have a troublemaker in this class, and I'd like you to come pick him up please. Yes, thank you."

He hung up and glared at you softly.

"The Principal is coming to get you now. You still have the number on your homework, so contact me if you have questions or need help. Maybe you could try it seriously tonight..."

As he finished his sentence, the door to his classroom swung open slowly and you saw the principal standing there, one hand on his hip. Damn tho. He gave you a serious look and raised his other hand, using his pointer finger to usher you out the door and to his office. Hot damn.