User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Teenage Angst Chapter 4: Busted

Sitting in the office Greg had disclosed hope that maybe he would finally be kicked out of this shitty school and be sent back to New Coventry immediately. He tired of this place already and it had only been two days. When Miss Danvers came to collect him she did so with steadfast efficiency.

After taking his seat before Crabblesnitch, who sat before him with his hands clasped together, in a thoughtful pose, with a drawn out look across his face he knew that his dreams may only be incredibly far off, he longed for them not to be.

"So, your involvement in this morning's fight with the Greasers sure has stirred up the Prefects." Crabblesnitch surmised, he sounded disappointed, but not with a voice that could be taken as menacing. "You act with such innocence, why should I waste such resources for you?" He grilled him, rising from his seat and going around the desk to comfront Greg.

Greg still looked down, he was by no means a fighter, but he hated authority figures. Crabblesnitch included. Finally after a long silence Crabblesnitch began his tirade again. "Your popularity does little for your standing in this office, and by my my estimations there'll be detention in order once you leave, you may go." As if being freed from a death trap Greg left the room.

After leaving the office he made his way to his assigned detention in the Library.

Upon entrance into the Library he noticed other students who had been caught for their mischief had been assigned to the Library as well. He was instructed to take a seat next to a hispanic girl he learned was Liza. Upon nearing the table he began to take note of the girl's features.

Wow, he thought to himself. He was awestruck by her. She was beautiful. Her long brown hair was ill controlled, and wild. With little regards for style, or care. It was dyed red, which cere a contrast to her deepened blue eyes that peered through him. Her cheek bones were of perfect placement, and she gave him a look of disatisfaction as he took his seat right next to her.

"No talking." The Librarian ordered, as she thudded her ruler onto her desk, before taking her seat to stare through the souls of the students before her.

Greg withdrew scratch paper then scribbled down the words,

Hi

Liza looked at it and sneered, but still grasped the paper and began to jot down her reply,

The fuck do you want?

Greg looked as if he had just been stabbed in the chest, his expression grew cold. She was tough, this much was sure, but now she assumed him for someone he wasn't. His response came after an extended wait,

Sorry, just wanted to know what is up.

she read over the words, whispering them off as she read them, then her eyes pierced into him. She picked up her pencil and wrote away.

So you don't want to fuck me?

Greg let out a squeal that almost drew the attention of the Librarian but he had to be shushed by Liza, who did her best to hold back a smile of sorts. Greg was almost besott with laughter, of which he struggled to contain at this point.

Well, now that you mention it...

She read it over and chuckled, whilst looking him over. There was something inanely drawing about him. He was not like the others, not a perve or a creep, in the matters of normalcy he was an odd one, but she liked it. Finally the bell rang releasing them from their torment.

"So, I'm Greg." He said shyly.

"Liza, Liza Hernandez." She replied.

"Would you want to, errr, hangout sometime." She found his shyness to be cute. She chuckled under her breathe and then came her reply.

"Of course, see you sometime." She joked before going off to her next class.

At this point Greg was honestly happy. For the first time since his arrival he found happiness, and it felt right with her. Sure the guys he met were probably good people, but he mainly hungout with them for the idea that they had weed he could smoke. Though they did ogle him and that did bother him, he felt human with her.

In Economics he sat next to Marcus, the little one in their group who had been bullied extensively. Marcus looked up to Greg, as some kind of would-be messiah of sorts. Of course every eighth grader who had a High School friend would probably do so, he was also happy that he wouldn't suffer a beating now that he had others.

After class Greg and the guys all gathered in Greg's room and he told them about Liza and they all seemed to be uninterested, they were more interested in the songs that Greg was playing, and the fact that Greg could play a guitar. Also under the influence of weed it made him seem, somehow, creative to an extent.

TO BE CONTINUED!