Lustful Revulsion (wlw)

Chapter 2- Internal

The next day, in internal.

It's been an hour long of torture, just an hour for both girls when they have another eight hours left. This is the longest it has gone of it being in silence in between the two, which has been around ten seconds. What shut them up is when the teacher of the hour mentioned that she was going to force them to move closer to one another and do twice the amount of work.

Currently, Red and Layla are in a small room in an isolated part of school. Internal. You get sent there when they believe your behaviour isn't acceptable for you to be attending lessons so therefore they have you 'reflect' by spending how many school days they say in there, on your own with another three students and with a different teacher taking over every hour to watch over you since 'They aren't trusted alone.' as their head of year says.

Red loves internal, but not with Layla. This is the first time they've had it together, in fact, it's also Layla's first time in internal. As for Red, she basically lived in internal at one point. Today, Red and Layla have the lovely company from an innocent looking year seven boy who hasn't spoke a word but only eyed the two every time they argued from the back row.

The set up of internal is pretty simple, there's four desks (excluding the teachers desk at the front) , two next to one another but with a small gap in between and two behind them the exact same one way. The structure of the room is just a simple four walled room and it's cramped. There's a small book shelf next to the teacher's desk with the most random and unhelpful textbooks there is. There's one tiny window to let a bit of light and air in.

Red and Layla are sat at the back. Red is sat on the right desk which she has pulled away to be directly against the wall. And Layla has done the exact same thing to her table but to the left wall of the tiny room. And the boy sits in the middle of the front row with his face buried in his arm whilst Red to his right is graffitiing the wall and Layla is subtly eyeing Red. They're both sat the same way like they were in the office, Laylas leg's crossed and Red's wide open.

forty seconds of silence..

forty five..

fif-

"Mrs.." The boy's voice is finally heard in the deafening silence. The teacher stops her typing, as if allowing him to speak without the effort of turning her head. Red turns her attention to the little boy, inspecting him. Layla keeps her eyes on Red, wondering what she's thinking.

"Why am i in here? I have no idea what i've done-" Not much of the boys squeaky voice is heard before the teacher interrupts, "Each and every one of you know exactly why you're in here, and if you claim you don't, that's something you need to talk to your head of year to, otherwise i'm not having anymore stupid questions since i have ten minutes remaining before i leave and till your next teacher arrives." She ends it right then and there, or so she thinks.

"They just threw me in here-" The boy protests, his voice very obviously annoyed and high pitched.

"I'll throw you out that window if you continue speaking." Red spits, as her pen meets the back of his head causing him to let out a painful groan as he snaps around to her.

"Are you talking to me?" He asks confused, Layla continuing to just stare and readjusting her bruised face.

"No, that old nan behind you.. Obviously i'm talking to you, absolute knobhead." Red scoffs as she leans in, intimidating the much younger boy by eyeing him, immediately causing him to lean back due to the bruising on her face.

"Don't talk to him that way." Layla finally speaks with a huff of air as she lifts her head off the wall.

"And don't speak when you're not spoken to." Red turns away from the boy and catches a glimpse of the bruising on Layla's face, feeling proud of herself.