Given to Fly

Marty sat in her desk, staring blankly at the history book in front of her. The assignment was to read pages 5 through 155.

Assignment, more like torture. Of course, it was detention. But in Marty's eyes, the punishment was totally worth it.

Marty's locker was slammed shut by someone besides her. She turned to see a girl from her class. Angeline Matthews. Tall, ravenette, top of her class. She had never liked Marty, but the brunette couldn't have cared less.

"What was that back in class?" The valedictorian asked.

Marty raised a brow. "You mean when I knew the answer and raised my hand?" She scoffed.

Angeline narrowed her eyes. "My hand was up first," she growled.

Marty rolled her eyes. "Get a life," she attempted to reopen her locker, but Angeline kept her hand in the way.

By now, other students noticed the commotion and gathered nearby. They watched eagerly and apprehensively, waiting for a fight.

"You're probably just trying to get your parents' attention," Angeline bit. "Don't you know that good grades won't make them love you?"

Marty barked a laugh, and Angeline raised her brows. She wasn't expecting that. The brunette met stared into Angeline's grassy irises. "Pot, meet kettle."

Angeline's normally smug demeanor was twisted in a tomato red rage. She raised her fist. "You–"

"Hey!" A hand caught her fist. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Miko's voice was dangerously low.

Angeline attempted to pull her fist away, but Miko didn't let go. She dug her painted nails into her captive's skin. "You talk like that to her again, I'll make sure you won't even be able to see when she raises her hand."

Miko released her grip, and Angeline backed away.

Marty nodded to her friend. "Thanks for the backup,"

Miko winked. Just like that she was back to her normal, bubbly self.

​​​​​​Unfortunately, Angeline went to the nurse and showed her the marks from Miko's nails. Turns out the valedictorian was an excellent fake crier and managed to get Marty and Miko in detention.

Now the two girls were stuck–unjustly, Marty might add–and had to sit there instead of heading to the base.

Or were they?

Marty turned her attention outside when she heard two vehicles park outside the school. Optimius and Bulkhead.

The brunette glanced at her pink-haired friend. Miko was already grinning. She knew the plan.

Miko plastered her best "I'm so sick" face and raised her hand. "Mrs. Phillips? I don't feel too well."

Marty brought her elbow to her mouth and coughed violently, shaking her whole body.

The teacher looked up from her book. "Go and see the nurse. But come straight back."

Miko nodded weakly as Marty continued to cough. "Of course."

The girls grabbed their backpacks and exited the class room, hobbling their way down the hall until they were out of sight. Then, they ran down the hall.

"Ha! They totally bought it!" Miko cheered as they burst out the doors.

"That was too easy," Marty chuckled.