Part 3/4
This is the 100th part of this book! Wow!
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Requested by:
@HeyImEmily12
I would say maybe a Sophomore or Junior so like 16ish
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I keep on forgetting to put the ages on these, I know that I promised to! 😬 Sorry!
Luke:
You didn't mind school so much as the rules that went along with school. You had a temper, you weren't the kind of person who enjoyed, or realistically, could stand to sit down and be quiet for fifty five minutes of every hour. You were athletic and tough, you had energy to burn and you were just very passionate on and off the field. It was a good thing to be angry when playing, say basketball, since it pushed you. However getting all riled up in math class because a kid looked at you funny was not appropriate. You recognized this but you also couldn't help it. You didn't have the ability to compartmentalize your emotions well enough.
As if the administration was trying to get you in trouble, a new rule was put into place just as the year was beginning to get stressful. There would be a zero-tolerance policy on fighting. Any student that caused a fight, or participated in one beyond self-defense, would be suspended indefinitely on the spot. They didn't say the word 'expelled', but it was definitely the implication.
Great. You hadn't technically gotten into a fight yet, but you had been unbelievably close. Luckily for you, your friends knew you well, more than well enough to pull you away from a bad situation. You shared a schedule with your best friend and he had pulled you away from more aggressive situations than you could count. You began to self-regulate, and pull away when you felt yourself getting worked up, but old habits die hard and your progress was painfully slow.
It happened maybe once every few weeks, which isn't super often, but in terms of an entire school year they added up. There was one particular kid that knew how to push your buttons. Y/E/N sat directly across from you in Spanish class and just couldn't keep his opinions to himself. Your Spanish teacher, Sra. Y/S/T/N, didn't really care too much either way. She let you glare and silently threaten him, while also letting him tease you. That was probably not a good idea. Luckily Y/BFF/N sat right next to you.
"Y/N is so rude," one of the super snobby kids said on the other side of the room whispered loudly.
You took in a deep breath, in and out. He was trying to get a rise out of you, you knew that much.
"Ignore them Y/N, they're all idiots who aren't even passing this class because they're whispering instead of PAYING ATTENTION," he said the last part loudly. So loud that even the teacher raised an eyebrow, but like you said, she was pretty laid back and wouldn't step in unless she absolutely had to.
"Oh yeah? I know Spanish," he cleared his throat, "¿Dónde está la biblioteca?"
"We learned that two years ago," your friend was rather unimpressed. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you with complete and utter exasperation.
You held in laughter and tried to go back to your worksheet.
Snobby guy wasn't having it, "her little friend is dumb too. God the two of them are so irritating, they think there soooo cool sitting over there. Well guess what, the only people that like you two are each other," he sneered, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place.
You gripped the sides of your desk. You knew that what he was saying wasn't true, but that didn't make you any less mad.
"Don't worry about him," Y/BF/N reminded you gently, "last time I checked we had better friends than his goons and he's grappling at straws."
You glanced up at snobby kid and saw his jaw drop, then clench shut. His eyes glittered with anger as he got ready to speak again.
You glared at him, daring him to try it. He smirked at you and leaned forward, opening his mouth to speak.
Y/BFF/N looked rather alarmed at the exchange and tried to stop it.
Luckily for once he didn't have to as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. The class was tense as you all packed up your things.
The tension more or less dissipated as you all filed out of the room. When you passed your teachers desk you more or less heard her sigh out in relief.
"That was close Y/N," Y/BFF/N sighed.
"I know," you mumbled.
"You can't let him get to you like that," he chastised you.
"I know," you groaned again, staring at your shoes as you walked to lunch.
"If you fight him you will actually get expelled," he said seriously.
"He has it coming," you said mumbled.
"What?" He looked over at you, evidently not having heard what you said. You decided not to repeat yourself.
"Nothing, I'll try not to beat the snot out of that piece of poo though," you promised him, using Hemming's swears. You had struck a deal with Luke a long time ago that you were only aloud to swear right after games. That was when you were the most hyped and needed to blow off steam. So on the drive home he'd allow you to use profanity as long as you didn't the rest of the time. You took that rule seriously, and you saved your profanity for your rants.
"Fair enough," your best friend rolled his eyes the two of you entered the cafeteria.
Luckily you and Y/E/N didn't share a lunch period, because then you weren't sure that even Y/BFF/N could stop the two of you from fighting, especially when the entire room would be thirsty for blood. Your school was infamous for cheering on fights, which was part of the reason why they were strictly banned in the first place.
The only other times when Y/BFF/N couldn't block you from fighting was of course when he wasn't in school. Usually that wasn't often, and you were grumpy enough that people didn't try your patience, but he was sick now.
"Y/N," he called you Sunday night, just as you were getting ready to go to bed. You noted the raspiness in his voice with alarm, and sucked in a breath when you heard him turn away to cough.
"Are you okay?" You asked him worriedly. You always felt really bad when he was sick because you couldn't do anything. You couldn't literally fight that. At least not with your fists.
"Do I sound okay?" He responded, sassy as ever.
"Well your voice sounds like a lifetime smoker, but your sass is still alive and well," you snorted.
"Wow, well I really just called to tell you that I'm probably not going to teenager jail tomorrow," he said, still pretty snarky.
"I think I can manage a day without you, I've done it before, in fact there was a time before I knew you when I did it all on my own," you harrumphed.
"Yeah when you were six!" He laughed, "it's okay, I know you love me, and I sure hope that you can handle it."
"I can," you insisted.
"So when you come by my house tomorrow with lots of Strawberry Ice Cream I won't be hearing any stories of you fighting at school?" He asked, somehow roping you into coming over to his house tomorrow (something that hour admittedly would probably do anyway), and bringing him his favorite flavor of ice cream.
"I suppose," you hummed.
Unfortunately you couldn't live up to your promise in it's entirety. You may or may not have gotten yourself 'indefinitely suspended' the one day he wasn't at school. Luckily Luke still let your bring him the ice cream after he picked you up. You had the sneaking suspicion he was expecting something like this out of you as well. He wasn't surprised when he got the call, just disappointed.
In your opinion it was all Y/E/N's fault. He started it again in Spanish class after all.
"Look at her, sitting all alone, no wimpy friend to hold you back?" He laughed at you from across the room.
You forced yourself to stay calm. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.
"Awe, look at her clenching her fists like she's actually going to fight me," he laughed much louder, and true to his personality, much more obnoxiously.
No reaction, just breathe.
"Are you ignoring me now sweetheart?" He said mockingly.
You still didn't look up, but you could feel your resolve melting. It was gross to hear him call you 'sweetheart', it made your skin crawl, you just wanted to shut him up.
"Are you scared?" He did his classic sneer, leaning towards you.
Well you tried, you tried really really hard to not do anything. But you just couldn't not. He was too annoying.
So you stood up, marched across the room, and sucker punched him right in the eye. He clearly didn't expect you to do anything because he just screamed and clutched his face.
"AHHH! SHE HIT ME? SHE HIT ME!" He wailed.
You smiled, it felt good to finally let that out.
"Miss Hemmings and Mr. Y/E/L/N, I must ask that both of you leave for the office this instant," your teacher, for the first time this year, stepped in.
"Yes Sra. Y/S/T/N," you tried to act ashamed as you nodded at her and started out the room.
"I'll call ahead and let them know you're coming," she said grimly.
"SHE HIT ME?!"
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You took your sweet time heading to the main office. You emptied your locker out on the way, stopped at the vending machine for a snack, and took a bathroom break.
By the time you actually reached the office Luke was already there.
"Y/N, you can't just hit people when they irritate you," he said, sitting on one of the plastic chairs outside the principals office. It was rather comical considering the seats were student-sized, and Luke was, well, Luke-sized. His knees folded back up to his chest, but he still managed to glare at you.
"I know I know, but you should've heard what he was saying," you complained.
"There will always be people like that out in the world," he explained, taking a Cheeto from your bag, "you can't let them get to you."
"I'm sorry," you sighed, "I just couldn't stand it anymore."
"Well I still have to be the responsible guardian and ground you after you get expelled, Mum is going to be soooo mad," he grimaced. He started to stress eat, taking the bag from you completely.
"Oh man, I forgot about Mum," you winced.
"I just hope she saw this coming too," he sighed and shoved some more into his mouth.
"Hmph, I want anger management help, you're useless," you elbowed him.
"Fine, I was going to make you anyway," he shrugged.
Just then the door to the office opened, and out walked snobby kid, holding an ice-pack to his bruised eye. He glared at you as he passed, but his father steered him clear of you, not sparing you any of his attention. Your enemy looked like he was about to get in big trouble.
"Y/N?" The principals voice sounded from inside, "you can come in now."
Luke wiped the Cheeto dust off of his hands and walked in first. He shook the principals hand and then took a seat next to you.
Your principal spoke first, "Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush or anything. Y/N was in a fight and now I have to expel her," he looked at you sympathetically, "I know that Y/E/N egged you on, but I can't justify keeping you since you threw the first punch."
"But there was only one hit before he went down, does it really count as a fight?" You asked.
Your principal looked slightly amused at your inquiry, "yes, but nice try."
"Well we did our best Y/N," Luke sighed, "I don't know what else to say other than you're grounded, and you're telling Mum."
"Great, I have to tell Y/BFF/N as well," you frowned.
"I'm sorry to hear that, and I wish you the best of luck," he passed Luke some papers, they probably detailed your 'indefinite suspension'. Your brother rifled through them then looked up at you, unamused.
"Don't give me that, I'M the one who has to tell Mum!"
Sorry if this one was kinda too fluffy.
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