Black Ravyn, Aimee Orozco [novels for students .TXT] 📗

My hand hurt as I pounded in my opponent’s face again and again. I grabbed her hair and pulled, causing enough pain that she cried out. Everybody froze when they heard the distant sound of a door being slammed open. I pulled her hair again before getting up and running with the rest of the crowd. I knew she would still blame me, but at least I had a chance to defend myself and lie when I wasn’t exactly at the scene. At least that’s what I thought until a security guard stepped in front of me, stopping my escape.
“Come on, Miss knight. You know where the principal’s office is.”
Yeah I did so he didn’t need to escort me, but since it was a given I would try to run, he was there. Not that I hadn’t already tried to escape before, but I didn’t have anywhere else I needed to go, so I had time to kill.
Principal Stock’s office was about as big as my bedroom which wasn’t saying much. It was filled with pictures of his own family and doctorates from his college days. I sat across from his wooden desk keeping my eyes on the bracelet of skulls I had on my wrist.
“So, Ravyn, why the school fight? And the whole story, please no lies.” I smiled; Martin Stock new me well.
“Okay, it started like this. Bethany was on her phone, going, ‘OMG Brittney that like, so didn’t happen,’” I quoted with a mock girly voice. “She was just standing there talking holding up the entire line at the vending machine. So I just tapped her shoulder and said very politely, ‘Are you going to buy something or stand there talking. Other people need food, unlike you.’ Then she went back to talking on her phone saying ‘Wow Brittney this girl behind me is acting like a total diva’ and blah blah blah so I felt obliged to knock some sense into her. It was only after she scratched my arm that I really started to get mad and you know how mad I get. There that’s everything.
The principal rubbed his face before answering. ”Well this is one of your more faster jobs so I think a month’s detention after school three times a week should do it. Report to Mr. Bolan on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Good day Miss Knight.”
He looked tired and worn out. Good. I lived to make the man’s life harder ever since he gave me detention for something I didn’t really do. That probably started my badass streak.
I walked out of there briskly, glad that at last school was over. Unfortunately I was still stuck here. This was a boarding school where students sleep, eat and go to school here. Which sucked if you barely transferred since you actually had parents who cared for you. Luckily, I was put in here soon as they allowed which was kindergarten, so I never knew my parents. Yeah, might sound sad but I don’t really care since they never wanted me in the first place.
My chains clinked against their metal holders as I walked back to my room. No one had wanted to bunk with me since they all thought I hid dead bodies there. Or that I smoked. Until a month ago, when Persephone came. She was new at the school and unfortunately very pretty. I say unfortunately because anything remotely good looking here gets befriended by the cliquey wannabes and picked up by would-be Prince charmings. She didn’t want any of that so she told them no. After that they picked on her relentlessly. I didn’t even know she existed until I saw Tony cornering her. Something about her blonde hair and blue eyes seemed so innocent that I had to protect her, which is not something I would normally do. Usually I hated everyone on sight, but she was different. So I kicked Tony’s ass and took her into my room. I showed her around and soon she learned how to dress and act, but she was still innocent.
Sighing, I stared up at the sky. Usually, it was nothing, but this time I felt a faint stirring. Black and gray clouds were rolling in from the east. It looked like a storm was coming in. A bad one. Perfect. I dumped my bag next to a bush; five seconds later, I was over the wrought-iron fence. When a storm came, everyone stayed inside so no one was able to check on us. An Ideal time to sneak away, if anyone was as good at it as me. Most got caught.
Walking through as couple of willow trees, I finally made it to my favorite hide-out: a flat boulder with small plants growing around it. I climbed quickly, my combat boot latching onto the crevices easily. At the top, I pulled out the artist pad I had, hidden in a gap in the rock.
The cemetery was built adjacent to the school when everyone realized there wouldn’t be any more construction. Everyone thought it was a morbid place, but I did my best art here.
Drawing is my only reason for pretty much staying here. I would have gone a long time ago, but I had nowhere else to go, and I love the beauty here. My sketches never actually came out with the cemetery, but it set a nice background for me. The way the weeping willows hunched over the tombstones as if they themselves were the ones that had lost someone.
I looked down at my drawing. It was a picture of me, kneeling in front of a tombstone, crying.


Chapter Two


My combat boots sounded against the empty hall as I struggled to make it to class on time. The second bell rang out, soon as my foot made it on the threshold of the door.
“Glad to see you will be joining Miss Knight.” Mr. Carson sniffed disdainfully.
“Yeah cause I just love your lectures” I plastered my infamous shit-eating grin on my face.
“Really?” He looked skeptical and who wouldn’t? Everyone knows I hate school.
“Yeah. I mean I couldn’t sleep at all last night, so I came to your class. I get marked here, and I catch an hour of snooze. Why else would you do those lectures I love so much if not for me?” I left him red-faced in the middle of his classroom while my classmates laughed around me. They would never admit it, but I made this hell on earth a lot more interesting.
I took my seat in the back, prepared for a mind-numbing lesson on how the Greeks defeated the Romans numerous times. Carson’s mouth opened to begin, when the dean walked in. They spoke briefly before he left again. Seconds later, a black figure walked in.
He had pure black hair that was many times darker than the usual browns of this school and brushed the collar of his jacket. He was pale, which with his black clothes only made him look paler. His left ear was pierced twice, and his eyes were a black so dark, I felt like drowning when they surveyed the rest of us. Then I saw his lips.
God he had the most sinful mouth I’d ever seen. They were full and just begging to be kissed.
Whoa. Where did that come from? I didn’t even know the guy. Disinterested I turned away and focused on doodling in my notebook.
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After school, security guards started questioning me. Not surprising. The surprising part was that they started accusing me of something I didn’t even do: graffiti. Normally, I would relish the chance to damage school property, but I was nowhere near the gym during lunch. I was actually in the cemetery again trying to find out why I had drawn the picture, but there was no way I was going to admit to that. So I had to take the blame of some other asshole. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Once again I was directed to the principal’s office where I was read the riot act. I was lucky I suppose. Since they had already given me detention, as much as was permitted, it couldn’t get any worse. Tomorrow after school a monotonous hour of mini-hell in a hell would begin.
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School dragged on and on. It seemed to take longer than the usual eight hours. Finally the final bell rang signaling the end of learning for some of the students; others weren’t so lucky. I walked in to the room, sitting in a desk where I could watch the window and the door with just a turn of neck. Already people were coming in and the air was weighed down with edginess. Only the regulars took desks toward the middle, they already knew the ropes. I hadn’t been in here for almost a month, but I still remembered the detention teacher. Mr. Bolan had a problem speaking, so he frequently ended up throwing spit wads at the people in the front. With the people in the back, he hovered, giving even more spit. The middle was the only safe place.
I looked toward the door after five seconds of staring outside. That’s when he chose to walk in. Dressed in the same color clothes as last time, he wore a black shirt with black tight jeans, and black chucks. I could see now that his hair looked blue in the instances when the sunlight hit it. It must have been blacker than what I thought. He sat down on the corner side in the front, diagonal from me. Relatively safe, at least compared to the rest.
What was he doing here though? He did look like the criminal kind in all his black glory, but he was so antisocial, it didn’t fit him. Besides he was new. Usually they give the newbies a break the first week before giving hell. He must’ve done something really bad to get in here that early.
I returned to gazing out the window before he could catch me staring at him.
“You’re sitting in my seat”
I turned my head to the voice who had spoken. I looked up to find a five-foot-seven guy with curly brown hair and freckles all over his face. He was slightly overweight which only made him look more menacing. Well to anyone other than me. He looked down at me with a smirk that told me I wasn‘t good enough to clean the dirt from his shoes. As if.
“And you would be?” I said using my best bitch voice.
His smirk grew bigger. “My name’s none of your concern. The problem is that your sweet little ass is sitting in my chair. Now move it before I make it.”
I hated guys who only looked at my body and didn’t think I was capable of anything else. “Since when is this yours? I don’t see a name?” My voice still sounded like the world’s biggest bitch.
“I’ve been sitting here for the past three weeks. I don’t need my name carved in here, everyone knows it’s mine. Now move before I have to ruin that beautiful skin.” He moved in even closer, almost leaning over me. Big mistake.
Calmly I stepped out of the chair rising to my full height, which was at least seven inches taller than him. That succeeded in bringing his sneer down a notch, but it returned after a second. He probably remembered I was a girl and couldn’t do much.
Before I could say anything, someone else joined our battle.
“It’s not very well-mannered to beat up on