“What were you two thinking?” The dean paced back and forth behind her desk.
Jack couldn’t do anything but hang his head. He should’ve known better than to pick a fight, he should’ve kept his mouth shut.
But then Lucas would have only come back again and again…
The dean stopped pacing and sat down in her chair, clasping her hands on the desk. She stared at them for a minute as if wondering what to do with them before speaking.
“Both of you are to go to the detention hall for the remainder of school,” She decided. “Any work you miss will be your responsibility to make up.”
“But I didn’t even start the fight!” Jack protested, throwing his hands up.
“I don’t care who started it, I’m ending it!” The dean yelled out, walking towards the door. “Now, if you’d follow me, please.”
Her teeth were clenched as she said this, and she gripped the handle of the door tightly. Jack could tell that Lucas was planning to make a fuss by the look on his face, but he caught his eye and shook his head.
“You’ll only make it worse,” he whispered as they got up from their seats and trudged towards the door. “Look at how angry she looks.”
“What do you care?” Lucas hissed back. “I’ll be the only one to get in more trouble.”
Then he looked up at the deans face and paled. When they got into the hallways he sped up, staying in front of the dean and Jack all the way until they reached the detention hall. She unlocked the door for them and they rushed inside, not wishing to anger her any further.
“You will be alone for the next two hours,” she said, closing the door halfway. “I expect that you two will work things out between each other in that time.”
The door slammed shut with a loud boom, and Jack let out a sigh of relief. Being around someone that angry was scary, and He could tell that he wasn’t the only one. Lucas looked at him and let out a shaky breath before speaking.
“What was that all about?” He asked conspiringly
“I don’t know,” Jack replied with a shrug. “Maybe she was having a really bad day? I don’t think that people normally get that worked up over fights?”
“They don’t. I got in one the first week of school and they only gave me a warning that I could have hurt someone.”
Lucas looked like he was going to continue for a second, but he didn’t. The silence went on for a minute before Jack moved to sit down in one of the desks. His head dropped into his hands and he stared downwards at the solid whiteness of the desk, bathing in the absence of sound.
The silence was absolute, unnatural even, and it made Jack think about what would make it that way. The walls material or the shape of the room could affect it, but they didn’t seem like factors in this case. The walls appeared to be the same white brick as the rest of the school. A noise canceling system… How do those work? Inverted sound waves, right?
Jack got up and walked over to the wall, to see if it were any different from the other rooms walls. He put both hands on it and found that the wall was slightly spongy, like a memory foam pillow, but harder. So it’s the walls, then.
His thoughts were interrupted by a cough from behind him. Jack turned to find Lucas standing a couple feet away, looking sheepish.
“I’m, um, sorry for hitting you earlier.” Lucas’s face was bright red and he was looking at the ground.
“Uh, no problem, my suit protected me,” Jack responded awkwardly, waiting a moment before turning back to the wall.
“I just got my super strength, and I’m not used to it yet.”
Jack turned around again and looked at him inquiringly. “Then why you were a dick to me all of those other times?”
If Lucas’s could have turned redder, it would have. “Well, you see,” he cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I’m a first gen super, and you’re, um, not, so I thought that if I beat you in the paintball war, I’d be put higher up on the rankings.”
“Some sophomore said that there was this list of the supers from best to worst that’d determine if we’ll get to be heroes or not.”
“Oh,” Jack said thoughtfully. “That sucks. And what about when you tried to throw me in the pond?”
“I…” Lucas seemed at a loss for words. “I was trying to be funny. For my friends. We knew it wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Yeah, sure you did,” He retorted. “From now on, If you stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours. Okay?”
He seemed a little put down when Jack said this, but he nodded his head in agreement. They both went back to the desks and sat down in silence, Jack on one end of the room, and Lucas on the other.
Lucas could have easily just continued bullying him, but instead he went out of his way to reach out to Jack, saying that he was going to stop. It’s weird, he thought. That he could change so fast from trying to beat the crap out of me to trying to… To what? Get on my good side? Either way, I’m happy he’s not going to pick on me anymore.
Jack let his head drop to the table and closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep while he waited for detention to end. After all, it still had another two hours to go.