It's a Hard Knock Life {Freddie}

[MAIA BOLTON]

Apparently Baum had cracked down a bit--and by a bit, she meant a lot. It was unfortunate really, an abandoned pencil had waited on the floor. Waiting for that moment when a laughing Maia was not paying attention, waiting for that moment that the toe of her high-heels would catch it just so. Right when her weight went on her foot--before the pencil rolled away, causing the girl to slip. Luckily, Maia didn't hit the ground. But her ankle bent at an awkward angle, and caused a sharp spike of pain to run up her leg. Now, those who didn't know Maia well might assume she was Miss Manners. So the teacher, along with the students in the classroom were surprised when Maia let out a heartfelt stream of curses, and attempted to limp to her desk. However, the teacher was not having that, and Maia was sent to the principal's office.

There had been some spiel about if they let one student get away with it, then the others might think it was okay. So of course, it was Maia they made an example of. Which made absolutely no sense, and was just absolutely not fair. But you can bet your bottom dollar that she would curb her tongue in the classroom. With ice wrapped around her ankle, Maia trudged up to her room with her shoes in hand to exchange the perilous heels for something a little more sensible. A simple pair of grey flats, before meandering her way back to the principal's office. This time, without the ice. The pain had subsided, but it didn't mean she would suddenly be out of her punishment. It was the seniors that ate last, and the seniors were more piggish than the freshmen.

Which meant the cafeteria was a disaster. Maia had expected a small group of bumbling idiots stuck together to accomplish the feat of cleaning the entire cafeteria. It was a bit excessive, but she wasn't about to argue it. And she definitely was not about to curse about it. So when she opened the doors to the dining hall, and saw a single teacher and one other person, several things happened at once. She caught that unmistakeable blue of his eyes. Her heart sped up, and her blood ran cold. This was a normal reaction, but with a shake of her head, Maia did the Maia thing and lifted her chin and hooked her thumbs into her beltloops and approached the teacher. She stood next to Freddie, but far enough that not even an outstretched hand would reach him.

And stupidly, at the same time she was battling with her brain to move in closer. Not...not because she cared. Just because it might irritate him more. Duh. However the message to move was not relayed to her feet, and she was forced to listen to the old crone's utterly tired voice.

"Maia Bolton, Freddie Foster. Awfully unlucky day for everyone else to decide to behave, right?" A toothy grin was flashed by the elderly woman, to which Maia responded a tiny smile. But it didn't reach her eyes, and it was a split second. A snarky, wordless response. Her hand raised slightly, checking the red on her nails, while tapping her uninjured foot, glancing at Freddie out of the corner of her eyes. This was going to suck...or it was going to be ample opportunity to see if today was the day she could make him rip his hair out. The very corners of her lips turned upwards, before she was jolted back.

"Miss Bolton, did you get that?" The woman's eyes were expectant behind their glasses, and Maia did her best to not look at Freddie. No, because looking at Freddie when she was in trouble or being called out made her want to wipe that stupid expression off his face. Not to say he was making it. But she couldn't see his face. But she would have bet her left boob that he was making that face.

"Uhh.." Maia shook her head slightly, and tugged on a curl of brown hair, chewing on the inside of her cheeks. No, I didn't get that you old biddy. I'm too distracted trying to think up ways to kill whoever thought this was a good idea.

"You and Mr. Foster will clean the cafeterias. That means wipe the tables, sweep and mop the floors. Then you will throw the left over remains in the kitchens into the large trash bin. You will then wipe down the kitchen." The woman's wrinkled hands folded over her clipboard, and she offered another empty smile, before pointing over Maia and Freddie's shoulders. "Your mops and bucket are over there. Once you are done, check in at the front desk--then you will be dismissed." With a shake of her head, the woman wobbled towards the doors, leaving the two teenagers alone in the cafeteria.

Maia finally had to do what she was dreading. She turned her head and glanced at Freddie, before turning her entire body to make her way for the mops. Of one she dunked, didn't bother squeezing the excess water out, before tossing it towards Freddie. If it fell on the floor, peachy. If it hit him, even better. "So what the infamous Freddie Foster do to get in here---wait! Wait, don't tell me." She yanked the black bar on the bucket down, squeezing the water from her own mop, "You were caught wearing the girl's undies in the locker room?"

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Tags: Scout / Freddie
Notes: Over. Flowing. Muse. Lemme know if I should fix anything.
Outfit: FOOOOD FIIIIIGHHHTTT
Words: 947
Lyrics: Tangled Up In Me by Skye Sweetnam