𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝟒 | 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

I sat on a chair in the director's office with feet firmly pushed to the ground. My arms were in a defensive position, crossed on my chest, as I was waiting for Mrs. Green to lecture me. She didn't seem excited about my behavior. Her lips were pressed tightly, green eyes squinting once at me once and once at the computer.

"That was completely irresponsible of you, Miss O'Donnell. I wouldn't expect at all that-" The headmistress couldn't even finish the sentence because I interrupted her with a smirk appearing on my face.

"Someone like me could break Cooper's nose?"

A worried look I got only confirmed to me, that the woman sitting at the other side of the table had no understanding of my enthusiasm. She frowned.

"Maybe the school is overly exhausting you and all the stress..." I had to force myself into staying calm and not laughing right in her face. I rolled my eyes and didn't try to do it discreetly.

"Are you not going to ask about my father?" I suggested indirectly, narrowing my eyes to a thin line. The principal seemed to be surprised by my question. After all, how could someone like my father be a reason for my bad behavior?

"Should I?" She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Yes, you should.

"You didn't even think for a second that he is the one to blame?" I continued.

"I don't know what your point is, but no, I never thought of that. On the contrary, I think Lucifer is a great father," said the authoritarian woman in her forties, and I had to chuckle at how much my father wrapped her around his finger. A few lies, flatteries, and now she would kneel right in front of him. "Do you find something funny, Ria?" Your naivety. "I don't want to call him and distract him from such an important job. He definitely has a lot of work to do," she praised him. An important job? What shit did he tell her? How far was he willing to go just to keep his secret?

This conversation seemed more and more meaningless to me. I was getting tired, so all I did was shrug my shoulders.

"May I go?" I asked with a small hope. I didn't enjoy lying constantly and pretending everything was okay, only to help my father and cover for him.

"Go," Mrs. Green sighed, and I immediately jumped off a seat, as if someone had stabbed me in the ass with a pin. "However, I will inform Mr. O'Donnell of the whole situation and choose an appropriate punishment."

"Punishment?" I gasped, my eyes twice as big. Did I hear badly?

"Yes, Ria, the punishment," the headmistress repeated calmly. She fixed her dried chestnut hair. "Didn't you think the injury of our best player will not have its consequences?"

"He wasn't that good," I said reluctantly.

"So, you probably know someone who might take his place in the next game...?" she asked curiously. Only one name crossed my mind.