Mortified is an understatement for me. Never have I imagined that the first day of my school would be a total disaster. How can I believe him? I am an independent woman. How can I just fall for his nuisance charms? He is one of the biggest psychotic, nerve-wracking, inhuman human. Just thinking about him gives me chills. That person is solely responsible for me sitting in a detention class, on the first day of high school. I should have never asked him for his help.
He dragged me to this ocean, and here I am swimming, without aware of the fact, that, where this stream will head, just carrying a single hope inside me, that, it shouldn't take me to him, if it will, then it would be just a matter of fact, that, now I am under detention, but then, I will be inside the juvenile, with no regrets. Everything was normal until I met him. Why I parked my car there, from all those unseen other places, why there? I don't want to recall what just happened, but whatever I do, everything somehow traces its way back towards the thing that happened six hours ago.
I can't help it, whenever I close my eyes, all the things come rushing back, "You want to go to the principal's office, all you need to do is, take a left from here then go right. There is a door with no designation on, and that's his office."
"Why there is not any designation?"
"Its because the cabin is being renovated, so our principal is looking for a new design for the designation. Now go, I am running late for my lecture. I will catch you up later." He waved, with a warm smile and walked away. If everything turns out well, we can become friends.
Following the path, like how I was directed, which make me, came across with a non-designated door. It must be Mr Mclarry's cabin. I reached for the door, as my nostrils were haunted by some unknowingly known smell, though without giving it a second thought, I knocked on the door, and opened it wide agape. That room was nothing compared to an office, it looked more like a.... 'boy's janitor'. This can't be true, looking around, and coming face to face with multiple lockers, and a bunch of boys standing half-naked, astonished and looking right in my direction. They all must have comprehended it already, that, I am on a verge to lose my shit. Feeling all the heat radiating from my ears to my cheeks, as everyone was staring at my direction. I need to run away, from this pure heaven. Eva focus, you are in a not-so-pure-situation, get out of here immediately, my subconscious was screaming at me. Immediately, I turned towards the door and tried to open it, I used my full power, but still, nothing is happening, someone locked it from outside. Fuck. I am dead meat now, for sure. My eyes are stuck to the ground, I can't even dare to face all these shirtless guys, though, from the corner of my eyes, I can comprehend this situation, it is utter bliss for some of them, while for some, it was more shocking than me, hiding as if, I'm going to eat them alive. Before I knew, how to respond in this situation, an exotic chuckle swooned over to my ears, but why do I can feel the essence of this voice, so familiar. Diverting me from the floor to the sound of this melting laugh, while perceiving the depth of the red-alcoholic eyes, again, when the reality hit me, hard.
"You, what are you doing here? You should be in the class." The award for stupidest question goes to Ms Evanalissa Jones. You can Choke yourself, Eva, with all these embarrassments.
I watched him walking towards me with grace, with a smirk plastered on his chiselled face. "Hey, ginger. Welcome to the principal's office."
What is wrong with this person, is he bananas? "Why did you gave me the wrong directions?" The rage was building inside me. I can punch him in the guts and can do anything to remove that unrealistic smirk from his god damn face.
"You must have parked your car somewhere else when I asked you nicely. Now you are in here.... all alone." His smirk only deepened. What is this a warning or a deadpan threat?
"Do you think, I am afraid of you, in your dreams, sweetheart." I picked my phone. I saw him frowning, as I clicked everyone's photo, let me leave, otherwise, principal Oliver will be appreciating this amazing pictures of you all, and what you guys are doing. Don't you think, it's quite a much? It will be a great reason for all you to get suspended. So, let me go, and you will be safe. What say?" He nodded while smirking in satisfaction.
"You only look dumb, but you got some brain, nice to know, but there is only a single problem, baby, if this would be in my hands then I would have opened that door a while ago, but you know what, I am also inside, just like everyone else, and I can't unlock the door from here, so no one will believe, that I locked you up. Now, talking about our principal, he is going to be here in just five seconds. Want to see?" Why will Mr Mclarry be here, he must be bluffing? "Then how about you start a countdown." He stated nonchalantly in a monotonous voice, his face was far from any sort of emotions, I stared at him, searching for any lie, maybe hidden inside his eyes, but I found none, neither I found a lie nor discovered any truth. I was still sewing my thoughts, but someone interrupted me, "if you don't want to then let me do it for you, my lady." His voice was like echoing inside the room, it was more authoritative than soothing, it was like everything was under him. That soft yet husky voice was making me shiver down to my spine, but all along, it was dense for me to understand. "Three. Two." I never realized when he started counting. He saw me with a full smirk on his face and said "one."
The sound of the door creaking open was reverberating all inside my ears as, three people walked in, one with a whistle and a stick, which I assume to be physical education teacher, he had a stern face, which was telling me, that, he can kill everyone who is inside the periphery of his vision.
One was a very silent and decent looking man, he was looking around as if he was calculating the whole situation, he has, blond hair which was adjusting his skin tone.
And the other I assume to be, principal Oliver Mclarry, he was maybe in his early fifties and his eyes were just like an eye of an eagle, sharp and pierce. Then he looked at me, with a very different expression, which was difficult for me to figure out, what was that? Then out of the blue, he shouted: "Mr Lightwood and Miss Jones, in my office now."
"Sir, what have I done, I am a victim here, the girl standing there is a pervert," he pointed his index finger in my direction and continued "she just barged inside the boy's janitor, I have nothing to do with this."
"This is an utter bull-shit h-"
"Miss Jones language." Mr Mclarry cut me in between my sentence.
"I apologize, Mr Mclarry but this person in front of you is only lying, just because of him I was locked in boy's janitor. He is the reason, why I'm here and" I looked at him, sharply and stated, "I am not a pervert."
"We will discuss this is my office, not in the middle of..." he looked around and murmured, "half-naked boys." Hearing him say that makes me chuckle, he looked at me with that same stern face, which could end up as enhancing my punishment, twice, but he smiled, a small one but he did. Okay, at least this principle is not bad as compared to the students here.
We followed him around, and yeah, now I know very well where the principal's office is, thanks to the one and only 'Mr. Lockwood'.
"Don't thank me now, baby. You will get multiple times to do that, but not this time, some of the credit goes to you, as well, for being the feisty one." What, it was not enough for him to irritate the hell out of me, that now, he is reading my thoughts, that's absurd.
"Not your thoughts baby, but you are stating them quite aloud, I am even sure, even principal Mclarry is aware of what sins are you thinking."
"I am not thinking anything which is sinful, you are the sinful one here, not me," and I looked away, I can't just bear to look at his hot-but-not-so-intelligent face.
We both were standing in front of the polished pine wood desk. The cabin was very cosy and warm. In front of me, there were heads of stags, artificial ones, of course. There was one fireplace and on the top of that, there was a glass shelf, in which bottles of wines were flawlessly kept. I want to drink. Okay, Eva enough. Its school, behave.
"Now sit, both of you and tell me one by one what happened." He listened to the false story from his side and the truth from my side.
"Sir, what I am telling you is the truth, I don't know the whereabouts of your office and he misguided me, and I ended up there."
"No sir, she came there all by herself."
"Mr Lightwood considering your past behaviour, towards other teachers and students, I believe that she was being cheated by you." The victory was ringing bells in my ears when I looked at the one and only Mr Lightwood's expressions but it never lasted longer when the principal completed his sentence "But Miss Jones, you are new here and I don't have any idea about you, so I also can't give you a clean chit." I saw from the corner of my eyes, the smirk on his god damn face. The principal must have sensed the tension between us and then said "So, both of you, detention after class, but Miss Jones you have detention for two days only but Mr Lightwood, your detention is for one whole week, did you get that? Of course, you did. Now, both of you leave, I have a school to run." He grumbled.
We both stood up, when we heard "Mr Lightwood, you are a prince of the north, you are not supposed to make chaos like this, if something like this happens again, then you will be taking the responsibilities for the action taken by your people, did you get that?"
"Yes, Mr Mclarry." He huffed and we both left his cabin.
We both silently walked outside of Mr Mclarry's office, but it was hard for me to control myself and my curiosity, so without realising it, I buttered myself out "You are a prince of the north? Is it a country? I have never heard of it." I heard him chuckle when he said, "slow it down, baby." I looked at his way and this time he was not giving me his remarkable smirk but, it was something different, a smile but it was not reaching his eyes. His red eyes are not sparkling the way it was sparkling when he pranked me, though it should not concern me, I don't know, I am feeling sad. He looked at me and said, "Yes, I am a prince of north and it is not a very big country, but still it is very powerful for its good." He huffed. "I see, but why are you not happy?" He looked at me for a second and said: "am I that obvious, that you figured it out so simply?" This time we were both facing each other, and I have no idea why his eyes are just making me lose myself to him, every time. I don't think so, I can't lie to him, I want to but I can't, "it's your eyes when you were talking to me or making fun of me in the boy's janitor, your eyes were sparkling, but when Mr Mclarry mentioned that prince thing you lost that spark. So, I figured it out." I just said without thinking, when I noticed those sparkles coming back to life. I only want to make this situation less uncomfortable, so I said: "if I will be at your place then I would be the most-happiest princess, ever." I chuckled. Then after all this time, I heard him say "you can still be a princess", I looked at him confused, what does he mean when he continued "you can still be... my princess." I stared at him, comprehending what he just said. When I was about to say anything, I realized, he was already gone.
What was that, a proposal? No this is not true, he must be kidding again, just like he was doing before. Yeah, it's ridiculous.
All, the day went nice, the lectures were as usually boring and I ignored eating today, not in the mood to meet the prince or any other guy, my eyes were blessed enough, for like a whole life. So, here I am sitting inside the detention class on my very first day, I know, mom will be very disappointed if she will get to know that, but there are a very few chances of that, as all the time she is indulged with her work, though it's fine with me after my father passed away, my mother is keeping herself busy with work, and it is way much better than drinking or hooking up with random men. So, this is satisfying enough for me, and also she gives me time on holidays. Though, it doesn't matter if the holidays are a two-timer thing in a month.
"Thinking about me, baby?" I gasped when I heard a voice just behind me. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck and somehow, I knew that who he is.
"Not everyone is free or interested to think about someone like you." I snapped and turned my face away.
"Well can't help, as you that I am a prince, why don't you just pay me respect like how a commoner should give," I looked at him confused what does he mean? I can guarantee he must have realized I never understood what he said so he just simply replied "by bowing down? What say." He smirked. He is getting on my nerves now.
"Listen to you, pretty prince, if you want me to give you, respect why don't you just earn it, without locking her in boys changing room, what say?" I mimicked his tone and I can sense he was getting offended. "it's like the pretty prince is out of words now, it's fine, you still need a lot to learn, and now if you will excuse me-" I make my way past him, when he said, "you are fun, do you know that, after such a long time I am having this fire inside, we need a long path to cover, like really long."
Hearing his words, settled with an unusual feeling inside of me this is the only thing that played in my mind non-stop. What does he mean? Is every prince, knows how to be cryptic? Whatever. As I reached home, I did nothing but fall on the bed and let my sleep conquer me.