Sylvie squealed in surprise as water suddenly splashed over her, drenching her clothes in seconds as a car drove past. It was cold and brown with dirt from where the pavement had given way to a large pothole. Had she been paying more attention the spray would have been easy enough to avoid, but she'd stupidly assumed leaning against her car for a moment to reply to a text would be fine. It was a parking lot. Who would be stupid enough to be driving so fast as to drench her from the puddle left by the early morning rain?

She watched as the car turned into a spot about halfway down the lot and a boy got out. He had sleek black hair and pale skin that didn't quite match each other, and he walked with a swagger that made her want to roll her eyes.

"Excuse me," she called at him as he made his way past without even looking in her direction. Like he hadn't just done that!

"You're excused," the boy shrugged in her general direction. Like he was so flipping important he could barely even glance in her direction. Sylvie knew the type, there was at least one in every school. Designer clothes, nice car, thought he was so above interacting with the rest of the peasants who were his classmates. The kind of person who needed to be brought down a peg. Something she had no trouble with.

Sylvie walked over to him, grabbing him by the shoulder to stop him. "Well you're not, your majesty," her voice laced with biting sarcasm. Other students started to watch from the corner of their eye, some more blatantly stopping to stare at what was shaping up to be an interesting showdown.

He turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow as he looked her up and down. She was sure she looked a right mess, freshly covered in muddy water. All because of him. The boy opened his mouth to start saying what she was sure would be a scathing reply, but he didn't get the chance. Sylvie decided to skip whatever argument was about to happen and socked him right in the face.

The boy fell back against the concrete with the force of the blow, blinking slowly as he processed what just happened and blood started dripping from a freshly split lip. Surprisingly, the kids around didn't seem horrified that Mr. Popular had just eaten dirt, but rather delighted by it. Most of them laughed, some pulling out cell phones to take pictures. A pretty redhead jogged towards them with concern on her face. Sylvie figured she'd go to the boy, but instead she went up to Sylvie. "Are you alright?" the redhead asked.

"Uh, yeah. I'm not the one who got punched," Sylvie replied.

"I'm sure he deserved it," she shrugged. "I have some extra clothes in my car?"

Sylvie glanced down at her soaked shirt, though she was a little confused by the offer. Still, she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Sure, that'd be great. Thanks." She followed the girl over to a little black car that's backseat was absolutely trashed, filled with a pile of clothes, as well as books and papers scattered about.

"Sorry it's a mess," the girl said as she dug through, trying to find something that would fit Sylvie, eventually settling on a black band t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "They're a bit wrinkled, but they're clean."

"Clean is good," Sylvie smiled. "Thank you, uh.."

"Nat," the girl answered.
But before Sylvie could answer, a loud voice boomed out, "What the hell is going on here?!"

"Principal Fury, this girl, she hit me!" the boy exclaimed, dramatically pointing towards Sylvie.

Principal Fury looked between them, then shook his head and sighed. "Loki, new girl, my office," he ordered before turning and walking towards the school.

Sylvie glanced back at Nat, who also glanced at her. "Well, you can change after that?"

"If I don't get expelled," Sylvie shrugged.

"If you do, don't worry about returning the clothes."


Sylvie was bored as she sat in the Principal's office listening to the boy, Loki apparently, tell the dramatic tale of how, completely unprovoked, she had come up and assaulted him. It was such bullshit. Sure, she'd assaulted him, but it wasn't unprovoked!

Once he was done lying, Principal Fury turned his eyes on Sylvie, "Now, you and I both know he did something to deserve it. What happened?"

"Hey!" Loki protested, to no response. Sylvie couldn't help but grin a little.

"He splashed me with his car. Must have been going 35 in the parking lot," she answered.

"Loki, is this true?" the principal asked.

"Of course not!" Loki lied.

Fury looked doubtful. "Then why is she soaking wet?"

"I just have that effect on some women," Loki shrugged.

Sylvie scrunched her nose in disgust and had the distinct urge to punch him again. Considering she was currently in the Principal's office for the first time, she decided it was probably best if she didn't this time.

Fury put his face in his hands and took a deep breath. "Loki, no more speeding in the parking lot. But since it could have been an accident, I won't give you detention this time."

"Oh good, glad I won't be getting detention for getting punched," Loki glared.

Again, Fury ignored him, moving on to address Sylvie, "However, since this is the first time you've done something like this-"

"It's her first day!" Loki protested.

"I won't be suspending you, but you're going to have to serve either a month's detention or pick one of the fundraisers to participate in, and go on probation for the time being. Anything else like this, and you will be suspended."

She would have liked Loki to get in some trouble for speeding or something, but she supposed she'd given him trouble herself. And her punishment could have definitely been worse. Though a month of detention still wasn't great. "Fundraisers?" Sylvie asked.

Fury searched in his desk for a piece of paper in a garish neon orange and passed her the flyer. "Every year we hold a weekend event with different booths and entertainment to raise money for the school. All the clubs have to participate in some way, and they tend to go all out. It's a big time commitment, so I'll let it replace detention if you follow through with something."

Sylvie looked over the flyer at the different booths and events advertised. Some clubs put together carnival games, the foreign language clubs did food, of course there was a kissing booth, how cliché, band class did a concert, and so on. But wait. There. Listed on the flyer was an advertisement for the theater club's production of Hamlet, starring Loki Laufeyson. A sly smile spread across her lips. "I think I'll try out for the school play."

"What?!" Loki exclaimed, leaping onto his feet.

"What?" Sylvie asked innocently. "I enjoy theater."

"Something like that is a big commitment. I'll allow it," Fury nodded. "Though you have to follow through, otherwise it's a month of detention. Deal?"

"Deal," Sylvie grinned, watching Loki fume and sputter his objections. Oh, this was going to be fun.