[Casey] After School Detention. No thanks.

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

"Detention Ms. Oywix! After school!"

Her history teacher had screeched at her. Riley had flipped her the bird, which in turn earned her a longer, after school detention. Why did she even stay in school? Oh yeah, thats right. Riley wanted to go somewhere in life, even if it meant leaving the Hideout. The heroin addict scratched her arm and unlocked her locker. Pulling out her messenger bag, a notebook, and an elastic band, Riley Oywix slammed the metal door shut, locked it, turned on her heel and walked off.

She wasnt very happy with her detention. She needed to shoot up before it, make her a little less tense and irritable. Riley had some chores to do back at the Hideout, and a detention certainly didnt help her in this situation. Whatever, she'd find a way out of this. Shuffling her feet, she hung onto her messenger bag as hard as she could without hurting herself or straining her fingers.

Riley wore a simple black shirt with some jeans, flip flops on her feet. Her red hair was straightened today and it hung around her face, framing it. She was very tempted to just put a bow in her hair, but she wouldnt torment the boys any longer. Riley wasnt a flirt; hell, any of the boys in the Hideout would have realized this much long a go if they didnt try and make a pass at her at school. Chuckling, she made her way over to her detention room and walked in.

There were a few people there already, copying something down. Lines or a note? A lecture maybe? Riley stood there looking stupid, before her teacher spotted her.

"Aah, so you've finally cared to join us. Take a seat, Ms Oywix. Copy down the note and then we'll see when you can leave."

Riley muttered something under her breath as she made her way to the back, but the teacher stopped her.

"Sit up front, Ms Oywix; a better eye makes nicer notes."

"Stupid bitch,"

Riley said loudly, turning around and glaring at the teacher. The teacher only smiled smugly, as if she had a secret Ms Oywix would never know. Riley stomped to the front, tossed her stuff down, and promptly followed.

"Give me an after school detention for speaking my mind..Stupid goddamn bitch,"

"I will not tolerate your mouth here, Oywix."

The teacher scolded, before returning to her own desk and sitting at it. Riley pulled out her notebook, but didnt copy down the note. She just doodled. 'Dumb bitch,' she thought, before sighing, and ripping the paper out and aiming for the trashbin by the door.

[Casey Wilson]

English. That class was going to be the death of her. It wasn't that she didn't know what she was doing, it was that she knew exactly what she was doing, and her teachers didn't like that. They'd give the class an assignment and tell them they had three classes to work on it, Casey would finish it in half an hour. She'd gotten into a full blown shouting match with her english teacher today over why she wasn't working- the teacher didn't believe that she'd already finished the work, and was hassling her to finish it instead of sleeping during the class. It was period one, she was tired, she was bitchy, and she had already finished the essay.

After thrusting the essay at the teacher, she'd been told that it wasn't good enough, and that she had to stop sleeping and finish the essay properly. That was when Casey had really gotten pissed off- the essay was longer than anyone else in the class would write, and had a range of vocabulary that nobody else would put into theirs. With a sigh of frustration, she'd shoved the essay back at the teacher, shouting about how it was better than any essay she'd be receiving from any of the other bimbos in the class. She'd stormed out, only to get tracked down by a vice principle.

After spending the day in the office, she'd gotten fed up and attempted to leave during fourth period. That hadn't gone over well, and had landed her a detention after school. When a fight broke out after school on school grounds, the vice principle had to run off, abandoning Casey in the detention hall with instructions to not let her leave at all costs until he said so. She'd probably get stuck there half the evening or something.

Ignoring the note up on the board that she was supposed to be copying- she hadn't brought her backpack- she was sprawled out on her desk, half asleep with her head buried in her arms until she heard the teacher at the front of the class start bitching about Oywix, who seemed equally unhappy to be stuck in detention. Watching Riley sit in front of her, Casey reached out lazily, tugging on a lock of Riley's red hair from behind.
"Oiy, Wix, what'd you do to piss her off so bad?"

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

"Oiy, Wix, what'd you do to piss her off so bad?"

Riley didnt even see Casey there, so a soft wince left her lips when her buddy pulled on her hair, resulting in her missing the basket and turning around quickly, a slight frown on her lips.

"I called her a bitch; I mean, who stays after school to babysit a bunch of teenagers?"

Riley said, not caring if the teacher heard her. She needed to shoot up, that was why she was so irritiable. Burshing back her hair slightly, Riley turned back to face the teacher who was looking at her emotionlessly. Riley waved with overly exaggerated happiness, then returned to Casey, already bored with the teacher and her detention.

"What landed you in here anyways Caseface?"

Riley asked, using her favourite nickname for the girl. Riley didnt really care much for real names, since they only got you into trouble easier and they only worked for a limited time until you got bored with them. That was why Riley had given herself so many nicknames; everyone used one or the other, so it gave her lots of time not to get bored with one single name.

The teacher wasnt so pleased though. She stuck with 'Ms Oywix' like white on rice, and she was informed to stick with Ms Wilson as well. Crossing her hands over her desk, she watched the teens chatter, while the others copied down the note as expected of them.

"Maan, I need to shoot up so damn badly!"

Riley whined to Casey, turning around completely to rest her head on Casey's arm. Maybe Casey had a needle or an extra one, or maybe Riley had some powder. Didnt matter, Riley needed heroin.

"Excuse me, Ms Oywix?"

"Dont play stupid, you heard me!"

Riley snapped. She sighed, returning her head to Casey's arm. She muttered something again, something that sounded like 'I need drugs.' The teacher looked at Casey, as if expecting her to shake the redhead off her.

[Casey Wilson]

Casey snorted in response to Riley's question as to who stayed after school to babysit a bunch of teenagers. Yeah, snorted, it wasn't really a wonder that the teen had never managed to get herself a boyfriend. Not that she really wanted one- which, in the high school world, automatically made her a lesbian. Because she wasn't interested in males, automatically meant she was interested in females. The truth of the matter was that she was interested in neither of the two, making her not heterosexual, or homosexual, but nosexual. How cool was that? She had her own sexuality.

"Only bitchy douchebags are the only people who stay after school to babysit teenagers, duh," she retorted, trying feebly to sound superior or something. She spoke loudly, loud enough that while Riley was waving enthusiastically at the teacher as though to prove that putting her at the front of the class had accomplished nothing, the teacher was glaring at the two of them.
"Hm? Indirectly, the fact that I'm capable of writing a one page essay in twenty minutes as compared to the bimbos of my english class, who need three classes, and my teacher didn't like this fact. The direct reason though, would be the fact that I tried to escape the vice principle's office... Thus, I am here," she muttered.

Casey's arm gave a small twitch as Riley turned around and rested her head on it. There was a fresh bruise on her forearm, just off to the left of where Riley's head was resting. The needle tracks on her arm stood out too, making it painfully obvious that she was a drug addict in an abusive home situation- the shaking didn't help her situation.
"After detention. We'll blow this fucking joint and get high as a fucking kite," she muttered, nearly shouting the last part to show the teacher her displeasure at being stuck there.

She smirked slightly as Riley snapped at the teacher, who seemed quite annoyed, and acted as though she didn't know the two were drug addicts or something. She knew, it was common occurrence for the two of them to show up for class high. Instead of shaking Riley off her, she pulled her sweater up onto the desk, curling one arm around it and using it as a pillow.
"Drunkface is going to fucking kill me," she murmured.

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

"Only bitchy douchebags are the only people who stay after school to babysit teenagers, duh,"

Riley had giggled at the mention of the 'bitchy doucebags', and agreeed silently, trying hard to remain on the same track as everyone else. Her notebook was still doodled on, but no words were written. Riley never had a nack for art, nor for anything school related. The Hideout had her trained like a dog, and in a sense, Riley hated it, but loved the fact that she had so much freedom to explore with.

"Hm? Indirectly, the fact that I'm capable of writing a one page essay in twenty minutes as compared to the bimbos of my english class, who need three classes, and my teacher didn't like this fact. The direct reason though, would be the fact that I tried to escape the vice principle's office... Thus, I am here,"

"Woah, didnt need your life story, Caseface..."

Riley murmured, sounding tired. She was tired, but she refused to sleep in school. The teachers were perverts aroud here, except for the females. They were just jealous. Riley snorted at her own comment in her head; Casey must think she was nuts, but hey, everyone had their days. She was comfy on Casey's arm. The redhead didnt know how long she had left to go on her detention, but she was sure that it wouldnt be long with Casey around. The teacher's soft footfalls were heard, and Riley groaned into her friend's arm. Grreat.

"I expect you both to have this note copied word for word by the end of your detention. If not, you'll stay longer."

"I dont caaarree.."

Riley sang, lifting her head to look at the teacher, who ended up walking away to praise the good kids in detention. Riley just wanted to serve her time, get the hell out of here, and get high. Then go back and do the mission the owners at the Hideout wanted her to do. She scratched her shoulder, before looking back at Casey; she had muttered something about someone being a drunkface.

"What?"

Riley asked, looking back at Casey, returning her head to its previous spot on Casey's arm.

[Casey Wilson]

"If I told you my life story, you'd be here for at least three more detentions," she replied, shrugging lightly. She hadn't told anyone her life story, she hadn't gotten close enough to anyone to tell them her life story. Never mind the fact that nobody really wanted to hear her life story- they didn't need to. A lot of what went on in her life was obvious- she was a drug addict, she was bruised, she cringed away from most people, that was all people needed to see to know her life story.

That mention of Drunkface was lingering over her though, making her easily irritated. The vice principle was going to call home, the english teacher was going to call home, and now this one was too, three calls home in one day, and then she'd come home high as a fucking kite. He was going to kill her, or at least injure her badly enough that he won't allow her to go to school the next day. And then he'll get drunk, forget that he told her she had to stay home, and when the school called at seven in the evening, he'd get pissed off at her all over again.

She sighed softly, turning her head to peer up at the teacher as she stalked past, informing the two of them that they weren't leaving until they had the four-board long note copied down. For reasons unknown to her, that caused her to snap. The lack of drugs, the thought of what was going to happen when she got home, and the fact that she was facing the threat of being kept even later just snapped something mentally.
"Fuck this, I'm out of here," she snapped as the teacher stalked off to praise the goodygoods who were doing their assignment.

Pulling her sweater on over her head, she glanced at Riley, raising an eyebrow questioningly at her.
"You coming, Candles," she muttered, coming up with another random, spur of the moment name for Riley. She wasn't going to sit through detention, which would last until the teacher decided she wanted to go home. If it carried on for that long, she wouldn't have time to shoot up unless she wanted to go back home completely stoned out of her fucking mind. And that never went over so well. Standing up fast enough to knock her chair over backwards, she glanced at Riley before making for the door of the classroom.

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

At Casey's sudden snap, Riley lifted her head up so quickly that her neck snapped. Wincing, she rubbed her shoulders to loosen muscles that had tensed up. But as Casey spoke, the redhead wasnt too sure who she was mad at. Was she made at her, at herself, at the teacher? Who knew? Riley pretended to think about it, put she had put her books away as soon as Casey had spoken. She would have to run to her locker to grab her stuff though.

"You coming, Candles,"

"Yeah. Let's go."

Riley finally concurred, ignoring the spontaneous new nickname as she picked her stuff up and began to walk to the door. Oh, it was too easy. As Riley grabbed the handle and twisted it to open it, the teacher easily made herself known.

"I dont think thats such a good idea, Ms Wilson and Ms Oywix."

"What, leaving? I think its a grand idea, Mrs ImmaHorsesAss."

Riley shot back, opening the door and walking out. She couldnt really call home for her; Riley's parents had moved a few months ago after they couldn't find their daughter. That piece of information had hurt Riley alot, but now she brushed it back; it meant nothing since her family resided in the Hideout. She walked to her locker, spun the combo, and pulled her bag out. Dumping her books into her bag, she pulled the strap over her shoulder and slammed her locker shut again, and stuck the lock on. She wasnt going to go to school tomorrow.

"I cant stand that bitch,"

Riley sighed loudly, scratching her arm from lack of drugs. Her third day without a whiff of heroin; she was getting anxious.

[Casey Wilson]

Casey had fallen behind Riley as they made for the door. Even as Riley was making her comment back at her, the teacher was on the phone and Casey could see her dialling her home number. Part of her almost actually went and sat back down, but she decided against it after a moment or so. Her father was already getting at least one call home, another one would make the situation worse, but a lack of another one wasn't going to make it any better. Making a point of slamming the door behind her, she couldn't help but smirk as the glass in the window of the door cracked.

Remarkably, the glass stayed in the frame, though the glass had cracked and was now spreading lines across it. One more not-so-gentle close on that door and the glass would explode. Tearing her gaze away from the soon to explode glass, she trotted after Riley down the hall towards her locker. She was ready to go- she didn't have a locker, therefore, when she decided to bring her stuff to school, she simply carried it around in her backpack all day. Of course, half the time she didn't bother bringing her stuff to school, she was one of those pests that asked someone for a pen and paper every day, regardless of whether she asked them for one yesterday or not.

"Agreed. Let's get out of here," she said quietly, watching the door to the locker slam shut. From down the hall, there came another crackling noise, followed by a shatter as the window from the door exploded, sending fragments of glass tinkling to the floor. Unfortunately for the door's window, the locker was on the same wall as it the door frame, and Riley seemed none too happy with her locker. It was like the ultimate fail for the door.

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

Riley winced as the glass on the door spiderwebbed, but didnt shatter. She had gotten her stuff out and had seen the teacher call Casey's place, atleast, that was what she thought she had seen. Shaking her head, the redhead suddenly had an idea. Maybe, if Casey wanted to of course, she could come and stay at the Hideout with Riley.

About to ask the girl, her best friend, if she would like to lead a new life in a place were school wasnt madatory, the spiderwebbed glass that belonged in a door ended up shattering completely and falling onto the floor. The redhead, startled by loud noises in general, jumped about half a mile in the air, before looking back at Casey.

"Yeah. Hey, Casey?"

Riley said. But then, before Riley could get an answer from her friend, she went on, interrupting a possible answer.

"You know that place, the Hideout? Yeah well, I live there. Anyways, I was wondering... instead of going home, why dont you come back with me? I mean, its not the greatest, 'cause we live in a barn for fuck's sake, but atleast we get food, warm water and a roof over out heads, not to mention clothes and money if we need it."

Riley explained, opening the school doors to let her and Casey out; Riley had been walking while she talked, and she had hoped Casey would follow; who couldnt? 'Candles' grinned hopefully; If Casey said yes, then the owners wouldnt get too mad at her for staying after school.

[Casey Wilson]

Casey couldn't help but smirk a little as Riley jumped about a foot and a half in the air as the window of the door shattered, sending small shards of glass crashing to the floor. The only reason Casey herself hadn't jumped was because she'd been expecting the glass to explode. Struggling to hide her smirk as Riley looked over at her, she snorted with laughter at the teacher's shout of frustration from behind the now-windowless door.
"Hm?" she muttered upon hearing Riley speak her name. Though her syllable-less response had been cut short by Riley continuing on with what she was going to say.

Keeping pace with the other girl step for step, she listened as she spoke, letting the offer sink in before looking over at Riley, looking fairly uncertain of herself. Run away, no more shit from her father, a roof, food, warm water and a place to sleep, along with money if needed. It was honestly very tempting, and almost seemed too good to be true. A place without rules and restrictions, where you had everything you needed, and nobody to beat up on you for being home late, nobody to accuse you of mouthing off when all you did was say hello.

She gave her head a small shake, as great as it sounded, it wouldn't work. She'd tried running off before, she'd been brought back every time and he'd gotten increasingly more pissed off each and every time it happened, until she'd given up.
"Riley... I can't. My dad, he's a stubborn, determined man, and he'll hunt me down and make me wish I'd never even thought of running off. He's done it before, he'll do it again," she said, feeling bad for turning down the offer, but not wanting to make things worse between her and her father, they were already pretty tense at the moment without the added dramatics of her making an escape attempt.

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

"Riley... I can't. My dad, he's a stubborn, determined man, and he'll hunt me down and make me wish I'd never even thought of running off. He's done it before, he'll do it again,"

Riley pouted slightly as she left the school, looking over at Casey as he friend explained to her why she declined the best offer in the world. Shrugging her bag strap over up more on her arm, Riley looked down at her feet trying to wrestle out her own explination as to why Casey should come; it wasnt like her father would know where the Hideout was anyways... right?

"Fine, if you want to be stuck with him,"

Riley muttered in defeat. She then grinned though, dropping her bag to the ground and following it. She began to dig through it once she had unzipped it; and pulled out a baggie of daimond shreddies; a stupid marketing ad thing that Riley hated. As much as people said they were "diamond", this redhead begged to differ, and would shout "they're fucking squares, you douchbag", at anyone who followed this pointless scheme.

"They're square shreddies, so dont say they're "diamond","

Riley hurriedly protested, as she slung her bag back up over her shoulder and began walking along side Casey once more, pushing her hand into the bag and pulling out four shreddies.

[Casey Wilson]

Casey glanced away at Riley's defeated mutter. It wasn't a matter of wanting to be stuck with him, it was a matter of not wanting to ruin the lives of those at the hideout, and not wanting to have her body snapped like a twig or something. The last time she'd run away she'd gotten pretty far, spent a month just lying low, and he'd still managed to find her. She'd wound up with a broken arm and fractured wrist for that one. She didn't say any of this to Riley though, not wanting to start a full blown argument with her friend. For now, she'd let things stay as they were.

Watching as Riley dropped her bag and followed it, she rose an eyebrow. Part of her was expecting Riley to pull out a knife and force her into going or something- she was spontaneous like that, that was why they got along so well. Instead... Shreddies. The regular, square-until-you-turn-them-sideways shreddies.
"Riley, Riley, for shame. You do realize that by buying the 'Diamond' shreddies, you're supporting them on their most-retarded-ad-campaign-ever, right? They're square until you're stupid enough to believe they're diamond," she said, shaking her head ever so slightly.

Though, it didn't help the Shreddie's case that Casey didn't like them to begin with. The whole diamond shreddies scheme was a load of crap, and just fuelled her dislike for the bland, flavourless cereal.
"Reese Puffs are much better,"

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

"Riley, Riley, for shame. You do realize that by buying the 'Diamond' shreddies, you're supporting them on their most-retarded-ad-campaign-ever, right? They're square until you're stupid enough to believe they're diamond,"

With her now free hand since the redhead had shoved her shreddies into her mouth, Riley flipped Casey off, glared at her friend, then swallowed what was in her mouth to speak.

"I just told you that they're square, and I didnt buy them, the owners did."

Riley said as a matter of factly as she could. She looked around though, at the mention of the owners she expected someone to come flying out of whereever and hit her or something; usually she never spoke of the owners, since she never really talked about the Hideout to anyone other than Casey. After grabbing a few more SQUARE shreddies, Riley put them into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

It was always a time killer; to think about when the next random box of food would be dropped off into the barn. It was never really random, cause there was always atleast three boxes of cereal, some bread, peanut butter, jelly (if mentioned enough times) and maybe even some cookies, which were always gone within the week. Riley stuffed the baggie into her pocket, willing to save the cereal for later.

"Anyways, when do you wanna hang out next? I dunno if Im going to be busy tonight since lately a lot of the guys are being picked."

Riley said, looking at Casey. The owners were being leniant with the females; it made Riley feel happier since she was almost always complaining about never having enough me time.

[Casey Wilson]

Casey rolled her eyes as she was flipped off, unable to contain her trademark lopsided grin. It was scary how little value giving someone the finger, or telling them to fuck off had nowadays. It used to be that telling someone to fuck off was a huge offence, and that your parents could wash your mouth out with soap if you so much as thought of telling someone to fuck off. Nowadays, nobody cared, you told someone to fuck off and they simply laughed at you.

Using some superhuman self restraint, she managed to hold back on making a comment about how Riley was stuffing those square shreddies into her mouth faster than a fat ass in a doughnut shop. Just as that self restraint started wearing thin, Riley put the rest of the shreddies away in her pocket. As they left the school, Casey blinked in protest at the bright sunlight that insisted on attempting to burn a hole in her retinas.

Casey looked vaguely thoughtful as Riley asked when she next wanted to hang out. Tonight wouldn't work. She'd probably be incoherent tomorrow, and if her father let her out of the house any time soon within the next two weeks, she'd be amazed. Unless of course she snuck out when he passed out.
"Tonight won't work... Unless we ditch school and do something during school hours later on, I'll probably be confined to the house for the next couple weeks," she said, kicking absentmindedly at a stone.

[riley oywix]

riley oywix

"Tonight won't work... Unless we ditch school and do something during school hours later on, I'll probably be confined to the house for the next couple weeks,"

"Aaah."

Riley replied, as she then followed Casey out. As the bright sunlight found Riley's eyes, she squeezed them shut for three seconds and then opened them, defending her sight with the shade of her hand. She disliked being in the sun, really. Her skin was pale and didnt tan very easily; her eyes always hurt after being out for more than thirty minutes; and she was just generally not made for sunny weather.

"Well, then. We'll just have to make plans some other time then, hmm? I'll call you or something if Im free in the next couple of weeks, but Im not going to jynx myself."

Riley said with a grin finally lowering her hand once her eyes got used to the sun.