Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Talia had arrived at precisely 1000 AM that morning, and her detention was supposed to be at 1100 AM. So the first thing that happened, was a teacher picked her up and took her on the tour of the school as she nodded in response, rolling her eyes, this is so lame, where's the meat at, I need lunch money. She thought as she tuned out the teacher and instead focused on the students, trying to pick out weak links in the bunch. She was shocked, most of the students were strong, and some appeared stronger than her, with tattoos that rippled down their arms and legs, but then again, she had to remember this was L.A., a far-call from the small town she called home. She then spotted a weak, pathetic looking girl entering the bathroom. She smirked, asked the teacher to go into the restroom and made her quick exit and her smirk only widened when she saw the girl. She moved quick, like a lethal snake, to pin the girl up against the wall, Well, hello, Talia's the name, but don't wear it, okay. She gave a wink and almost laughed out loud as she heard a scared squeak come from the girl, then she proceeded, Now do you have any cash on you, I need some and, perhaps, if you do, I'll make life a bit easier on you, alright? She pushed out her hand and watched as the girl reached into her pocket with shaky hands and pulled out a wad of money as the girl murmured, Please, that's my lunch money, I was going to use it to pay off my lunch debt today, please. Talia shook her head, ripped the bills from the girl's hand, And right now, I hear a tiny violin playing, boo hoo, cry me a bridge and get over it. She pushed the girl against the wall to frighten her and then let her drop to the ground, her smirk growing wide as she stepped out of the bathroom. She pushed the wad of bills into her pocket and then pulled out a crumpled paper, smoothing it out as she looked at what classroom this detention thing was going to be in, she quickly memorized it and looked at the clock, it was 1100 AM. She grit her teeth, she didn't deserve to be here and no way in hell was she going to go sit for hours in a lame-ass class room with a boring teacher. So she turned and headed outside, scaling a tree, and plopping down, pulling out her ipod as she plugged in the tunes and soon had dozed off against the tree. She was dressed in the usual outfit she wore, a tight, red tang top that showed off her C-cup breasts and tight, skinny jeans that were cut off by calf-high boots that were black and leather, with high heels on the end as she slept, then she was startled awake and looked at the time. She sighed, she may as well get this over with, it wasn't like she was going to go home anytime soon. She rolled out of the tree, climbing down and walked to the class room. By now it was 130 PM and she smirked, deciding to go in with an attitude and a bang, she pulled out the wad of money, counting it slowly as she strode towards the door, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor as she pushed the door open with her foot. She was still counting, 21........22.........23........24...........25, well, wow, that girl sure had a lot of money, pity, she won't be able to get any lunch today, She looked up, a cocky, almost arrogant smirk crossing her features as she murmured, Oh I am sorry, am I late? She asked sarcastically, she knew she was late and she strolled to a seat and plopped down as she shoved the wad of bills into her back pocket before she focused on the teacher. She was surprise, he didn't look like a teacher, not a typical one anyway, with medium-length black hair, and blue eyes, he seemed almost handsome. She was taken aback, but quickly pulled herself together as she smirked at him and said, Sorry, I'm late, Mister.........what's you name, oh wait that doesn't matter, because the only one who matters here is........moi. She pointed to herself and giggled, chuckling as she went on, As you can see, I was busy, getting money for today, I have to have lunch, don't I? She pretended to act innocent, almost acting coy as if she were a cat playing with a mouse as her smirk grew wider and she leaned back in the chair, propping her feet up on the desk as she whistled a small tune. Then, just to add the cherry on top, she pulled out the crumpled piece of paper and smoothed it out once more as she looked at him and her eyes glowed with mischief as she said, And this is what I think of the class, this class. She balled up the paper once more and threw it at him, aiming for the forehead as she watched the paper bounce off and land on his desk as she laughed out loud, her smile widening. Even though, she was a bully by heart, and a bad girl, her laughter sounded almost innocent, hadn't it been that she was laughing about the wad of paper bouncing off the teacher's forehead, it would have seemed like she was some normal high school girl, with laughter that sounded like chines twirling in the wind, and her giggles were like honey, sweet and thick with an accent of some sort, after all she'd grown up in a small town in the south, Louisiana to be exact as she smirked at him, almost daring him to strike back.