Going To The Principal's Office

PAris walked down the hallway slowly pissed off he had been called to the office for breaking a students arm after school the day before..

Paris sighed and looked around the hall suspiciously

Noah was sitting in the office, he had accidently broke a window with his soccer ball. He was spinning it on his foot at the moment.

Paris walked into the office and and stood at the counter

"name Please" the Secretary asked

"Paris DeVaughn..." Paris said with a agrivated face

"ooh you....go sit down over there hon"

Paris sat down beside Noah and sighed...sounding really pissed

"Hey whats wrong with you, the most they ever do for these minor offenses is slap you on the wrist" he said now juggling the ball obviously underestimating what the studant acctually did.

Paris looked at noah..angrily then turned his head around....

"Or not" he said and leaned back.

"Noah the principal is ready for you" his secretary said.

Noah went into the office and came back out a little later.

"told you, see I'm fine, he's ready for you" he said as he left the office.

Paris got up jand walked into the office!


"Mr. DeVaughn.....i am sick of your arrogance, and violent streak! you really are just like your mother....nowe i really dont have time to sit here..and baby you...so detention thursday, and hey....tell your low down father i said hey"

Paris hopped up knocked over all the stuff on the Principals desk, and walked out.

the principal sat there and looked stupid..he then began picking up his stuff!

Paris was now walking down the hall back to his class

Emily stopped Paris before he went to class, noticing that he was rather angry..."Something wrong man?"

Paris turned around and looked at Emily

"nahh not really...just aggrivated at some of the punks around here...they to they really try to erk my nerves"

Emily chuckled, "Yeah, I understand...Not every one here is on my good side either. But ya still shouldn't let em get to ya so much. Or ya might snap and really hurt someone. and I'd rather not see your ass in jail cause you lost your cool." She smiled and then punched him in the shoulder playfully.

Paris stood sturdy from the puch.. he smiled

"Yea.. i feel ya....so whats up with you..."

"Ugh...I got class...And I really don't wanna go..." She said with a long drawn out sigh...

Paris grabbed her arm and turned her around


"Well dont go!" paris Smiled and looked back at her..

"coming"

Emily knew she should go to class, but today she could make an exception...She smiled..."Yeah...Ya wait up!" she ran up beside him and walked along with him..."So where we headed?"

Paris walked down the hall....

"where you wanna go"

they stood in the middle of the exit doors, and a old hall way where there was a abandoned Janitors closet!

Emily racked her brain for a moment..."Do ya smoke Paris, cause if you do...I got a little bit of a stash in my bag, we could head out to your car and smoke up..." She smiled sinisterly.

"sucha pretty girl like you smokes...well i guess i'll smoke witcha for a min"

He then walked out of the school and headed towards his Car..

Emily followed him, "Nice piece of metal...I'd take ya to my car...But I completely totaled it about a month ago...Kept saying I was okay to drive, but apparently I wasn't..." She laughed as she hopped in the passenger seat..."And sheesh, what do you mean a girl like me doesn't smoke? Cmon look at me, Do I really look like your average girl?"

...Thanks.Paris Looked her up and down.

"nahh your not the average girl!" paris smiled and gripped his stering wheel

Emily smiled..."Thought so!" She pulled out a joint from her bag.."Ya got a lighter?" She held the joint between her lips as she spoke.

Paris smirked and handed her a lighter

"so what are you doing after school"

"I got nothin planned." She lit her joint a took a quick hit.

"wanna go see a fight?" Paris asked

"Sure, where?" As she spoke, smoke pour from her mouth...She then handed him the joint.

Paris hit the joint

"The Basement" he said witha smile on his face.

"Watching the Tv fighting? Or an actual fight?" She chuckled back..."And between who?"

"real fight.....me...and some other people"

he hit the joint again and passed it to Emily

Emily took it back and inhaled her hit, and as she spoke smoke poured out of her mouth..."It's always fun to get the blood pumping...How bout you warm up with me first, give me a good match...Ya know, so I can get some action too...Cause I mean I'm tough...But I dunno bout fighting a bunch of guys like you..." She chuckled as she inhaled her second hit then passed it back.

"...i guess i can show you a thing or two! you lookin like a badass so i might have to watch out." Paris smiled and took a hit!

He Looked at the school..

crancked up his car, and his engine started rumbling loud and beautiful

"fuck that school wanna go some where else...?"

Emily let out a sigh of relief..."I was waitin for you to say that..." She chuckled..."We got a couple hours to kill before your little fights...So where to?"

Paris looked at her and smirked..

"you'll see"
Paris Zoomed off and head to somewhere he thoght Emily might like to go..

"Oh, mysterious huh, cmon just tell me, ya got me curious now..." She chuckled to him and she sat back in her chair.

Paris smiled and Drove faster! were goin somewhere where we can heat up!

Emily smiled, "Okay, sounds fun already..." She pulled the joint from his lips and took a couple of her own hits, then placed it back between his lips..."Sorry, I'm kind of an impatient girl..." she chuckled.

Paris smirked and pulled up to an old building that was somewhat hidden from the rest!

"here we are!"Paris said as he parked turned off the car

Emily raised an eyebrow in confusion..."So what is this place?"

"just a place where i go to let out my "anger problem"!

paris unlocked the door revealing a huge gym filled with weight machines, barbells, benches, and punching bags!

"Sheesh, you really got it made here..." She looked around in awe..."How do you afford all this stuff..."

"well when my mom died..oddly she left all her money to me and not my dad! so here i am practically a billionaire that doesnt really want show off all of what i have!! im really personal.."

Paris sighed...looked down and rubbed his head messing up his hair

"Oh...I'm sorry for that..." Emily didn't really know what to say..."But hey.." She jumped onto his back..."Don't ya owe me a match?"

Paris smiled and spun around in circles with her on his back!

he then ran to the padded mats and lightly slamm\d her down on her back

"yea i do owe you a match! you ready?" Paris said smiling while he was on the ground on top of her

Emily blushed at him nervously..."Yeah...Well first ya gotta get off of me so we can start this fairly..."

Paris smiled and pulled up off the ground by her waist.. he then backed up and got into a stance.

Emily chuckled..."Let's just wrestle...I don't think I could handle a punch from you..." She slid into a wrestling stance.

Paris laughed

he then got into a wrestling stance
he began to act like a sumo wrestler and approached emily acting silly.

"well dont you look like a nice plate of shrimp fried rice" Paris said as he Playfully grabbed onto her and lifted her in to air andback onto the ground roling around

"Damn it you're strong!" She wrestled with him on the ground until she got onto the top of him. She sat on top of him and pushed her hands into his shoulders..."Pinned! I win!"

Paris layed on his back and dropped his arms..
Paris smiled at her "you got me that time..." paris said smiling at emily relaxing

"Best two out of three?" She chuckled at him

"you bet..." Paris lifted her up and repositioned.

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paris charged at her at scooped her off her feet holding her in his arms lookin down at her.

Emily blushed in his arms, averting her eyes quickly then realigning her view to him..."This isn't wrestling.." She chuckled nervously.