Shadows In Durango

Chapter 15

*****Sofia's POV*****

The minutes dragged by in detention, each second feeling like an eternity trapped in hell. I stared blankly at the old, graffiti-scarred desk in front of me, trying to push away the day's humiliations.

My head throbbed where that girl had yanked my ponytail, and I rubbed the sore spot absently - glancing up at the clock to see that it wasn't even ten yet.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, the door creaked open but I didn't bother looking up, assuming that it was just another student arriving to join us in our sorrow.

But the heavy footsteps and grumble of the person followed by the sudden silence in the room made me glance up in curiosity only to find...

Vincent standing by the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room in boredom.

But when they eventually landed on me, they widened in shock for a split second before narrowing back into a pissed off glare.

What is he doing here this early in the day?!

He walked in with an air of authority, taking a seat near the back. His presence immediately commanding the room filled with only five of us, the usual whispers and murmurs falling into a tense silence. The girl opposite me, who had been smirking at my misery, straightened up, her eyes lighting up with sudden interest as I watched her whole demeanour shift before my very eyes.

"Hey there," she purred, flipping her hair over her shoulder and flashing him a dazzling smile. "Didn't expect to see someone like you in here at this time... you really are the school's bad boy aren't you?!"

I looked at her in horror, feeling nauseous at her bleak attempt to flirt... before I glanced across to Vincent as he ignored her, his gaze still locked on me with confusion evident in his eyes.

I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, wondering why he was here and what he was currently thinking...

"So, what did you do to end up in detention? Must be a good story and I would love to hear it." She hums, as I

almost desperate for him to acknowledge her even in

"None of your fucking business," he said curtly, his voice low and dismissive with a wave of his

quickly recovered, trying a different tactic once more. "Well, maybe we can make this detention a little more interesting

First the two cheerleaders and now the wicked witch of my gym class? What a

make anything interesting!" he muttered under his breath, loud enough for everyone to still hear him as

and she shot me a glare as if this

half of the basketball team Erica? I don't want to catch something!" He retorts, loud and proud this time, causing a couple of guys

that was the name of my abuser that Vincent had no

Erica turns her back on him swiftly, folding her arms over like a stubborn rejected

decided to keep my eyes down, hoping

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done. "Why are you in here, Sofia? Plus what is up with your hair today? It looks... like a nest?" He asks me suddenly, his voice cutting

up, surprised to see genuine curiosity in his eyes as opposed to basic slander. "I... I was attacked in class," I said quietly. "But the teacher didn't believe me and said I was in a fight - so

He pushes on... clearly already knowing the answer himself but wanting to hear

defensive. "It was just a misunderstanding. There is no need to make a big deal out of it as though I was bullying you! You were asking for it - she was rude to me first!" Erica complains, as I refrain from rolling

visibly wilted under his scrutiny. "A misunderstanding that put Sofia in detention with her hair looking like that? How come your hair looks fine?" he asked coldly. "Doesn't sound like nothing to me." He sneers, as I study his reaction closely - unsure

the situation. "I mean, we were just messing around. No harm done, right?" She shrugs, as I lick my

what to do or say. I shook my head, my voice trembling and deciding to stick by my gut with telling the truth. "No. She pulled my hair and dragged me around the changing room because I didn't answer her when she was making fun of me." I cleared my throat

voice

like a dirty little fucking rat for fun?" he demanded to know, his voice dangerously low now - enough to cause the

shrank back, unable to meet his gaze now which I found slightly amusing. "I...

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