A Shock

[Remi's POV]

“Remi Woods, please come to the principal's office now.”

Principal Garcia's voice echoes around us, causing all my classmates' eyes to rest on me.

Sighing, I get up from my seat and begin to move.

“Maybe they're finally arresting her.”

“Look how calm she is, psychopath.”

“Hopefully they're kicking her out of school, and we won't have to see her face ever again.”

My classmates' voices drift around me, clearly trying to hurt me, but I'm so used to their insults that, to this point, they don't phase me.

“Wouldn't that be great?” I giggle, shooting them a look. “Because you're running out of material and just sounding redundant by this point.”

Giving a wave, I make my way out of the classroom and down the hall until I reach Principal Garcia's office, but as I look inside and spot the bastard from this morning sitting in front of his desk, I stop.

“What the fuck?” I hiss, immediately recognizing the asshole who almost hit me earlier on. “What is he doing?”

“Miss Woods!” Principal Garcia calls, not missing me. “Get in here, now!”

Nodding, I tear my gaze away and head inside.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” I say, taking a seat beside the potential murderer.

“Don't play innocent Remi,” Principal Garcia sighs. “I knew that you had a bit of a temper, but to go as far as kicking the car of a potential investor is just..."

Potential investor? No fucking way. What were the damn chances? I offended someone who was going to invest in the school I hated so much.

“About that,” I begin, snapping my gaze at the asshole who is watching me in amusement. “Your investor almost hit me with his fancy sports car. I was just…”

“Miss Woods,” Principal Garcia snaps. “Don't make up stories.”

“I'm not!” I huff. “Why don't you tell him, Mr. Investor?"

Growing quiet, I wait as the man examines me, and when his smile begins to grow wider, I know he isn't going to help.

“I was just minding my own business, and this crazy girl attacked my car.”

“You…” I growl, clutching the arms of my seat to keep from beating the shit out of him. “Principal Garcia, I really…”

“Remi,” Principal Garcia warns, stopping me dead in my tracks. “You've always caused problems here. Dont you think it is about time you grew up?”

“Fine,” I huff, collapsing in my seat while feeling like I've been slapped. “What's my punishment?”

There was no point in arguing because this blind bastard wasn't going to fess up, and as an investor, Principal Garcia was going to go with whatever he said. It would be easier to just suffer and be done with it.

“After school detention.”

“No!” I hiss, sitting up. “I can't! Not today! Please, there has to be something else!”

I had my entrance exam after school that I had waited months to get into. I couldn't have detention; it would ruin everything!

“Any other day,” I continue, leaning forward. “Just not today.”

“Miss Woods, this isn't up for debate,” Principal Garcia sighs. “You will…”

“I have my entrance exam today!” I wail. “If I miss it, my chances of going to my dream school are ruined.”

“You should have thought of that before choosing violence,” the bastard chuckles. “Principal Garcia, are you going to let a student make decisions for you?”

“Shut up,” I growl, snapping my gaze to the bastard. “Just shut the…”

“Miss Woods!”

Fuck. Slowly, I turn to face Principal Garcia, whose gaze is cold and decisive.

“You will serve detention for the rest of the week, starting today.”

“But…”

“No, buts,” he snaps. “This discussion is over. Go back to class.”

For a moment, I don't move as what just happened begins to sink in. Dammit. Was this some type of sick joke on fate's part? Everything has been fucked since I was born, and now that I have the chance to fix it, one asshole swoops in and ruins it.

“Now!” Principal Woods huffs.

“Okay,” I whisper, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “Is there really no way I can convince you otherwise?”

“Go.”

“I got it.”

Slowly, I get up from my seat while the bastard beside me watches in triumph. I want to punch him in his smug face, and I strongly consider it since I was already in trouble. What would one more thing added to my wrongdoings change? However, I just tear my gaze away and storm out of the office while I beat his brains in in my mind.

For the rest of the day, I move around like a zombie as the reality that I won't be able to go to the school I dreamed of sinks in more and more. How could this have possibly happened? It was all because of that asshole with the fancy sports car! If I ever had the misfortune of meeting him again, I would most certainly release all my rage on him.

By the time I get home, all I want to do is curl up in a ball in bed, but luck isn’t on my side. The minute I step in the door, my parents are there with expectant looks on their faces.

“How did it go?” My mother asks as I hang my keys up. “You passed, correct?”

“Of course she did,” my dad chuckles. “She is our daughter.”

Fuck, this was annoying. Here they were trying to act like the perfect parents, but the fact they were doing this left me on alert. What the hell was going on?

“I…” I begin until I hear a chuckle from the top of the stairs.

Frowning, I let my gaze travel up until it comes to rest on the one who laughed, and when our eyes lock, I feel my rage spike before it is replaced by confusion.

“Why?” I hiss as my parents turn their attention to where my line of sight sits.

“Did you find your room okay, Kane?” My mother asks, causing shock to rush through me. “If so, please come down so we can introduce you to our daughter!”

“Mom,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “What's going on?”

“We're going to have a house guest for a while,” my father responds. “Kane is my partner's son, and starting tomorrow he will be interning at the company.”

“Guest… Intern…” I repeat the words as if they're foreign. “You've got to be fucking kidding me!”

[Kane's POV]

“You've got to be fucking kidding me!”

The juvenile delinquent's voice echoes around us, causing both Frank and Trinity's eyes to widen before their expressions shift from excited to sshockedand finally settle on angry.

Smirking, I keep my gaze locked with the delinquents as my amusement flares. What a small world this was, where I would not only run into this little bitch at Monson High but even at my father's partner's home. And what was better was that she was the daughter of said partner, which meant that I had the perfect leverage for revenge.

“Remi,” Trinity hisses, “what has gotten into you? That isn't how we act in front of guests!”

“But, mom,” the delinquent squeaks. “He…”

“Don't be rude, Remi,” Frank warns. “I know that I've taught you better than that.”

“Dammit.”

Biting back on any further arguments, the delinquent shoots me a glare that screams how much she wants to beat my ass, and I can’t help but smile even more. It seemed that I found something interesting about coming to this city where only work awaited me.

“It’s fine,” I call, beginning to move. “It isn’t like your daughter's opinion means much to me anyway.”

As I speak, I keep my gaze fixed on the delinquents as she surely contemplates attacking me, but like the good-obedient daughter she is, she doesn’t move. Instead, she tries to compose herself, and when she finally does, she forces a smile.

“Sorry,” she says slowly, hiking her schoolbag over her shoulder. “I’ve just had a rough day, if you’ll excuse me.”

She doesn’t wait for a response before she is pushing past her parents and then me, but when she reaches, she grabs my shirt with a gloved hand.

“Don’t think this is over,” she hisses. “If there is one thing I believe in, it is revenge, so watch your back.”