A Sweetheart Corruption
Chapter 33
Riley's POV:
"Please take a seat, Miss. Cutler." the principal instructs me, and I do as I'm told. I can't believe I just did that to Dixie... and I can't believe I'm in the principals office.
"Look, I'm really sorry that I dumped the gatorade on Dixie, but did you hear the things she was saying?" I blurt out, semi-unintentionally. His eyes went wide as he shook his ridiculously shiny bald head.
"What happened to the Riley Cutler who I knew for the past four years?" He asks, and I look away unsure of what to say. "You were one of Red's top students... hell, one of my favorites." He chuckles. He has a point, I used to get along great with administration.
"I changed..." I stutter nervously.
"Got that right." He chuckles, and I suddenly feel a hot flame ignite inside of me.
"Are you mocking me?" I spit through clenched teeth, gripping the sides of the chair tightly.
"Of course I'm not mocking you, Riley." He sighs, scooting his large office chair closer towards me. "I want the very best for you, but you need to get your act together. Those boys are bad news, but you already know that, don't you?" He inquires. I gulp down the lump in my throat and nod.
"They're changing..."
"You're changing also, and not for the better!" He shouts, and I shiver in my seat. "Do you know how much damage control has been done to clean up your image? You need to cut all of the negative energy out of your life and come back to the positive." He says, and I chuckle.
"The positive energy in my life? You mean being friends with Dixie and doing everything the way everyone else wants me to?" I ask, and he nods. "That life was eating me alive." I sigh, and he lets out a frustrated groan.
"You're not grasping what I'm trying to tell you." He says, closing his eyes and letting out a long, exaggerated breath.
"I'm grasping it, I'm just not choosing to listen. I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I'm not going to act like I used to... a prissy little miss thing who everyone looked up to. I don't want to be that anymore... I want to be the girl who I really am." I sigh. Why am I even trying with him at this point?
"You've given me no other choice..." he sighs, standing up from the desk and scratching his head. "You are officially cut from the dance team, effect immediately. That kind of lunchroom behavior is unacceptable and I think you need more time to focus on yourself, and not the distraction of dance. Understood?" He asks, and I feel the tears pouring down my cheeks.
"Please, don't do that to me." I sniffle. This is all Dixie's fault to begin with, she's such a fucking bitch!
"Are you going to clean up your act and stop being friends with those thugs who we were forced to take into this school?" He asks. That's fucking it.
"Nope." I say, popping the 'p' sound. I'm having a hard time calming myself down, but I think I can do it.
"Then you're off the team." He says, and I nod my head slowly. "Also, we have a new student joining the school tomorrow. You have to take her around to all your classes and be a friend to her, is that understood also?" He says, and I chuckle.
"You want me to do that?" I ask, and he rolls his eyes.
"You'll do it without a complaint or your consequences for todays actions are going to be much worse. I'm throwing you a lifeline here." He says, shaking his head yet again.
"Fine." I grumble, getting up from my chair and walking out of the room.
My feet drag me to my last period class which happens to be Lifestyles, with none other than Dixie, Zayn, Chris and the 4 other random students. Smallest class in the whole school, I used to love it. I noticed the teacher was absent, which meant we had a free period. Zayn and Chris called me over, and I sat between them both.
"How was the principals office?" Chris asked as I scooted my seat closer to theirs.
"I got kicked off the dance team." I muttered, wiping my eyes to make sure I had no make up running down my face.
"That's ridiculous!" Zayn's voice boomed loudly, and I shushed him before speaking again.
"He was being so weird too, like giving me ultimatums and shit." I chuckle, thinking about how the principal basically asked me to chose between being on the dance team or being friends with them.
"But you were the captain... Who's going to be the captain now?" Chris asks. I point towards the grumpy, shirt stained and damp haired Dixie in the corner of the room.
"Great." He sighs, shaking his head.
"At least the seasons almost over, and I still have my dancing outside of school to fall back on." I remind them, trying to be positive.
"I'm sorry today was so rough..." Zayn sighs, putting a hand on my shoulder. I let out a breath and nod, when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and revealed a cheeky grin at what was on my screen.
Harry: I'd like to take you on a date tonight... hopefully it will cheer you up? x
"Who told Harry to take me on a date?" I gasp, and both boys' faces fill red. "C'mon, I know he didn't think of this on his own!" I chuckle.
"I told him to. I figured it might cheer you up, and I remember how much you like going out." Zayn gave me a sheepish grin. I kissed his cheek softly and giggled.
"You're the best."
Me: Sounds good to me :) x
Everything lately is so win some, lose some... but this time Harry taking me out on a real date is more winning then getting kicked of the dance team is losing.
"Please take a seat, Miss. Cutler." the principal instructs me, and I do as I'm told. I can't believe I just did that to Dixie... and I can't believe I'm in the principals office.
"Look, I'm really sorry that I dumped the gatorade on Dixie, but did you hear the things she was saying?" I blurt out, semi-unintentionally. His eyes went wide as he shook his ridiculously shiny bald head.
"What happened to the Riley Cutler who I knew for the past four years?" He asks, and I look away unsure of what to say. "You were one of Red's top students... hell, one of my favorites." He chuckles. He has a point, I used to get along great with administration.
"I changed..." I stutter nervously.
"Got that right." He chuckles, and I suddenly feel a hot flame ignite inside of me.
"Are you mocking me?" I spit through clenched teeth, gripping the sides of the chair tightly.
"Of course I'm not mocking you, Riley." He sighs, scooting his large office chair closer towards me. "I want the very best for you, but you need to get your act together. Those boys are bad news, but you already know that, don't you?" He inquires. I gulp down the lump in my throat and nod.
"They're changing..."
"You're changing also, and not for the better!" He shouts, and I shiver in my seat. "Do you know how much damage control has been done to clean up your image? You need to cut all of the negative energy out of your life and come back to the positive." He says, and I chuckle.
"The positive energy in my life? You mean being friends with Dixie and doing everything the way everyone else wants me to?" I ask, and he nods. "That life was eating me alive." I sigh, and he lets out a frustrated groan.
"You're not grasping what I'm trying to tell you." He says, closing his eyes and letting out a long, exaggerated breath.
"I'm grasping it, I'm just not choosing to listen. I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I'm not going to act like I used to... a prissy little miss thing who everyone looked up to. I don't want to be that anymore... I want to be the girl who I really am." I sigh. Why am I even trying with him at this point?
"You've given me no other choice..." he sighs, standing up from the desk and scratching his head. "You are officially cut from the dance team, effect immediately. That kind of lunchroom behavior is unacceptable and I think you need more time to focus on yourself, and not the distraction of dance. Understood?" He asks, and I feel the tears pouring down my cheeks.
"Please, don't do that to me." I sniffle. This is all Dixie's fault to begin with, she's such a fucking bitch!
"Are you going to clean up your act and stop being friends with those thugs who we were forced to take into this school?" He asks. That's fucking it.
"Nope." I say, popping the 'p' sound. I'm having a hard time calming myself down, but I think I can do it.
"Then you're off the team." He says, and I nod my head slowly. "Also, we have a new student joining the school tomorrow. You have to take her around to all your classes and be a friend to her, is that understood also?" He says, and I chuckle.
"You want me to do that?" I ask, and he rolls his eyes.
"You'll do it without a complaint or your consequences for todays actions are going to be much worse. I'm throwing you a lifeline here." He says, shaking his head yet again.
"Fine." I grumble, getting up from my chair and walking out of the room.
My feet drag me to my last period class which happens to be Lifestyles, with none other than Dixie, Zayn, Chris and the 4 other random students. Smallest class in the whole school, I used to love it. I noticed the teacher was absent, which meant we had a free period. Zayn and Chris called me over, and I sat between them both.
"How was the principals office?" Chris asked as I scooted my seat closer to theirs.
"I got kicked off the dance team." I muttered, wiping my eyes to make sure I had no make up running down my face.
"That's ridiculous!" Zayn's voice boomed loudly, and I shushed him before speaking again.
"He was being so weird too, like giving me ultimatums and shit." I chuckle, thinking about how the principal basically asked me to chose between being on the dance team or being friends with them.
"But you were the captain... Who's going to be the captain now?" Chris asks. I point towards the grumpy, shirt stained and damp haired Dixie in the corner of the room.
"Great." He sighs, shaking his head.
"At least the seasons almost over, and I still have my dancing outside of school to fall back on." I remind them, trying to be positive.
"I'm sorry today was so rough..." Zayn sighs, putting a hand on my shoulder. I let out a breath and nod, when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and revealed a cheeky grin at what was on my screen.
Harry: I'd like to take you on a date tonight... hopefully it will cheer you up? x
"Who told Harry to take me on a date?" I gasp, and both boys' faces fill red. "C'mon, I know he didn't think of this on his own!" I chuckle.
"I told him to. I figured it might cheer you up, and I remember how much you like going out." Zayn gave me a sheepish grin. I kissed his cheek softly and giggled.
"You're the best."
Me: Sounds good to me :) x
Everything lately is so win some, lose some... but this time Harry taking me out on a real date is more winning then getting kicked of the dance team is losing.
Notes
hi guys! so I decided I'm gonna throw in a little date chapter to show their relationship a bit :)I GOT TICKETS TO BOTH OF THE WWA TOUR DATES IN MY AREA! 2 CONCERTS! IN A ROW ! ! ! ! ! I cried so hard, and I hope you all got everything you wanted!
Please comment & vote for more :) xxxx
@londonstar23
ah, i don't know if i will ever update again... but so happy you enjoyed this story! wishing you all the best.
12/14/17