Late Arrivals

"Hiiiiii Mr. Sawyer!"

Logan's head shot up. Shit! He was falling asleep. He whirled his chair around to look for the source of the voice, and his eyes fell on none other than the Queen Bee herself, Hailey Hess.

Logan inhaled sharply, before glancing at his watch.

"Well, Ms. Hess? Care to explain yourself? You're forty-five minutes late to detention."

Hailey smirked, leaning against the doorframe and sipping on a nauseatingly pink Starbucks drink- presumably the reason why she was late.

Hailey smirked, bringing a hand up to run through her hair. Once again, Logan fought to keep eye contact. There had to be something in the water here- how could all the women here be so damn beautiful? Unlike most, Hailey wasn't even notably... curvaceous, yet she was still unquestionably a bombshell.

Logan had learned from Jo that through her social media career, Hailey was also a small-time model... and Logan could tell. Everything about her was perfect, perfectly imperfect, from the stray curl of her short black hair to the sharp flick of her eyeliner, Hailey was an unquestionable heartthrob.

"Sorry... had to go get a quick drink!" She purred, before her phone dinged and she looked at it. Logan cleared his throat.

"A-hem. Ms. Hess, I'm going to need that phone... as well as for you to make up the extra time you took for detention." Logan stated, holding his hand out.

"Aww.... just a sec... JaMarr-"

"Ms. Hess, the phone. Now." Logan commanded. Hailey frowned, looking up with a pout and Logan met here hazel eyes with unflinching candor. Hailey held his gaze for a second, a brief battle of wills occurring for an electric moment as their eyes made contact but ultimately, Logan won and Hailey tutted before sauntering over and handing to him with a dramatic sigh... but not before curling her fingers against his palm, holding the contact for an extra beat.

"Your daughter's an absolute darling by the way." She purred.

Logan frowned at the extended contact and statement, looking up questioningly at the girl, who only winked before jogging over to Maya with a joyful shout, her ass bouncing beneath her miniskirt as she pulled the girl into a hug. Logan shook his head, clearing the dirty thoughts away as he went back to his phone, opting to ignore her slightly cryptic statement.

Suddenly, he looked up at inwardly groaned as he saw Mitchell puff on his fifth vape. He frowned- he'd deal with that later. In the meantime, he'd sworn there was another student slated for detention...

Ah, yes. Fiona Nash-Shaffer.

As if on cue, the door swung open, and speak of the devil- Fiona walked in.

Her entrance was akin to that of an assassin in a dark fantasy throwing open the doors to the throne room at the last second to offer valuable evidence to save the protagonist from being sentenced to **** for a crime he was framed for by his adoptive Father or something like that.

And damn did she look the part too.

Fiona was a dominating presence- easily six foot- Logan estimated 6'2 with wide, linebacker-esque shoulders. Every part of her looked like she belonged in a fantastical world inhabited by dragons and shadow monsters and adorable old tavern owners. Her curly hair was the deep black of shadow and looked eternally matted by sweat. She wore heavy, black mascara that covered her eyelids, giving them a smoky allure and she did her makeup in a way that showed her nose to pointed, almost like the snout of a hound.

It didn't stop there. She even wore clothes like an assassin. An inky black leather halter top that clung to her chest and long black leather pants... topped off witha pair of gold-tinted leather boots and what looked like fishnets... but for her arms?

Regardless, she didn't look like she belonged in the dusty old detention classroom.

"Ms. Nash-Shaffer? Care to explain why you're so late?" Logan asked. Fiona whirled around, her eyes narrowing as if she'd just noticed his presence... befre they turned away carelessly to the window, as if they'd deemed him unworthy of her attention.

"Not really." Fiona grumbled, trudging her way to the back and sitting herself down on a chair. Logan noticed belatedly the whole class had gone silent and was looking at her. Fiona looked around, making cold eye contact with every single one until they ducked their heads down in submission.

The only one who didn't was Hailey, who held her eye contact for an uncomfortably long time before turnign away with a smirk to speak to Maya about something.

"Fiona, I hope you understand that because of your tardiness-"

"I'll have to stay and make up the time plus more detention, yeah, yeah, yeah." She cut him off breezily, pulling what looked like a leather-bound diary and beginning to write in it. She really loved her leather, didn't she?

"Please, hand in your phone before I lose you to the leatherback." Logan stated, slightly preturbed by the girl's attitude. He had her in a History class and knew she was trouble, just... not this kind.

Logan was used to troublemakers- he'd been something of a prankster back in his high school days, and his friend group was built around that accordingly. He knew they were motivated by many things, but usually a psychological need for a feeling that wasn't being provided, be it attention, exhilaration or escape.

But for the life of him, in the short time he'd known Fiona, he couldn't figure her out. Everything she did seemed purposeful- whether it was rational was a different question altogether. She genuinely just... didn't give a fuck.

"Fiona doesn't have a phone, Mr. Sawyer. She thinks she was born in the wrong era." Hailey piped up. Fiona frowned.

"Never said that." She muttered. Hailey opened her mouth to retrot something but stopped, going red-faced when she saw Fiona slip in a pair of Walkman headphones (those still existed?). She opened her mouth to say something but Logan smoothly cut her off.

"Ms. Hess, please do not raise your voice during detention."

Hailey opened her mouth, opening and closing it in red-faced shock before deciding to shut up, returning to her seat with a furious scowl.

Logan allowed himself a self-satisfied smirk- Hailey's incessant whining and questioning was getting to him. While it was technically not allowed for students to listen to music, watching Fiona bump her head and write calmly seemed to have a similar effect on the other students- whether it was because of fear or just vibes was beyond Logan, but he still appreciated it. Mitchell had stopped vaping, Bobby and Maya had stopped making lewd gestures at each other and even Hailey had toned her gossiping down.