Honeycomb // Punished
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“You’re joking, right? Blame it on her! She’s the one who started it!”
I honestly couldn’t believe it. Here I was, Bartleby Honeycomb, inside the Dean’s office. All I did was get into a “incidental fight” and, boom, now I have to see this guy.
The girl who was beside me, Sadella Shrayman, glared and mouthed the words “Bitch” right to my face.
I’m sorry, what did I do to make you feel this way?
The Dean looked at Sadella. “Sadella, you’re free to go.” Then looked at me. “Bartleby, you can stay here.”
Sadella gave a happy smile as she moved the brown chair she was sitting in, got up, pushed the chair in, and thanked the Dean. “Thank you so much! I’ll make sure to not get into another fight again!”
She walked to the back end of the office where the door was, opened it, and left. Sadella closed the door behind her with a quiet slam.
“Miss Honeycomb, do turn around to see me.” The Dean’s voice went low as I moved my head back to see him. He looked pissed off. At that moment, I started to get quite scared.
Just what was he going to do?
“Y-yes Sir? What do you want me to-”
“Because of you getting into the fighting incident, I’ll sadly have to give you a punishment.” The Dean stood up and walked towards me. “The reason being is because you need to learn from what you just did, or rather, have been doing often. You’ve been here at Crossburrow Academy getting into fight after fight. This is the 4th time during your final year here that you’ve been sent to my office. If this happens again for a 5th time, I’ll unfortunately have to expel you. Don’t mess it up for the remaining school year right now.”
I nodded my head in agreement. The Dean patted me on the back as I moved my chair rearward and stood up.
“So, what exactly is my punishment?” I was curious, but also scared, to know as to what I’d be doing.
The Dean was walking on over to the door as I followed him along. He placed his hand onto the door handle as he looked at me with a grin on his face. Talk about a bit creepy.
“Oh, you’ll love it.” The Dean twisted the door handle and pushed the door open with ease. “My son is a part of this club and they need all the help they can get. You can help them become better people.”
“And what club is this called, exactly?” I went out the door with him as the Dean closed it from behind. He looked right me with a small grin.
“Say, Bartleby Honeycomb, have you ever heard of the G.E.N.T.L.E.M.E.N’s Club?”
