Pokemon High School Life 8

Detention.
Thanks a lot, Charz! First you start ignoring us, then you land us both in here. Oh, Arceus, my parents are going to have my tail!
Vee opens the door to the room with a ribbon carefully, as though it might burn her. “Um… hello?”
She looks around the room. At the desk is one of the higher-grade history teachers, Ms. Celesti, a Hisuian Goodra. Ms. Celesti looks up slowly. “Pick a desk and sit there until your time’s done. Don’t talk. Don’t… do anything, really. Certainly don’t do what Devil’s doing.” Vee turns to where Celesti’s gaze is aimed and sees a Weavile carving ‘DEVIL’ in sloppy handwriting into the desk. 
Devil looks up, then his eyes widen. “Naw! The golden girl landed in detention?”
“Golden girl? I’m not a-”
“-pink weird girly Sylveon who hangs out with a crowd cooler than her? Sure, go ahead and tell yourself.”
“Wha- I don’t- why you little-”
The Dark type bursts into laughter. “Oh, Arceus, you are THAT easy to bait? I could have SO much fun with this-”
“Devil? Vee?”
Both Devil and Vee turn to the voice. Ms. Celesti is over them with a terrifying gleam in her eye. “Do shut up.”
“Yes, Ms. Celesti!” Vee squeaks. Devil actually looks a little freaked. Vee quickly plops herself in a seat without caring which one. She should’ve cared.
Thur is right behind her. To her right, Charz. To her left, Devil. And straight ahead, Ms. Celesti.
Literally she couldn’t have been anywhere worse.
Thankfully Thur isn’t stupid enough to break the no talking rule with Ms. Celesti around. He does, unfortunately, have various other methods. Every time Celesti looks away, she gets lightly kicked. Or jabbed. Or poked in the head with… something wet. She doesn’t want to know. Charz spends the whole time fidgeting and making incoherent grumbles. Every time Vee almost feels sorry for him… she remembers him laughing with Zane and Jay and stink-eyes him with her ears flattened. This is your fault!
Finally, the clock hits 4:30. Without even waiting for Celesti to dismiss them, Devil gets up, cracks his back, and points a claw. “Right, this was totally lame, I didn’t learn anything and STILL don’t regret clawing that Infernape’s rear, see you all next week!” He walks out. Celesti does nothing about this. Vee squints.
Oh, good Arceus, she’s asleep.
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Zane glares at Charz. “Bro, where were you? I thought we were gonna practice today.”
“I had detention,” Charz explains. Thanks to Vee.
“Seriously?! And you didn’t try to weasel out of it?” Zane facepalms. “C’mon, man, you’re, like, one of the MVPs of the football team! All you gotta do is tell them that you’ve got practice, and that you’ll get rusty or whatevs!”
“That works?”
“Oh yeah. I technically received three detentions in the past two weeks. In fact, one was today, for fighting a Weavile with a big mouth. And I just tell the teacher, ‘but sir, I’ve got practice!’ and watch that punk end up in Celesti’s slammer while I walk off scot-free!”
“That… sounds like a bribe,” Charz says, unwrapping a snack he’d brought. Zane hurls a long pass to Jay. “I know! Awesome, right?!”
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“I’m toast!” Vee groans. Tric, although he appears to be only half-listening, nods. “Yeah. What will they tell Ellen?” He switched to a small girl’s voice, mimicking Vee’s little sister, then to an imitation of Vee’s mother- “‘Mommy, where’s big sis?’ ‘in the toaster. Would you like her ribbons or her tail?’”
Vee laughs at Tric’s somewhat dark joke. As much as the Luxray looked like he was ignoring them, he was the only one of their group who’d stayed behind to still walk home with her. “Really though, what am I gonna do?!”
“I don’t really know. My parents don’t pay any attention to me. I could be pulling all F’s and they wouldn’t say a thing. Not exactly the parents expert.” He slurps the last of a drink. “I dunno, don’t they keep nagging you to be honest with them?”
“What, are you saying I should just go up and tell them I got detention?”
“…yeah.”
Vee opens her mouth to argue, then closes it. “Oh. Oh wait. That might actually work.”
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Devil stuck his detention slip with a sock drawer full of them. “Aaand that’s number… 70! That’s a nice round number.” He flopped backward onto his beat-up bed and hung slightly off it, upside down. And what a detention. First I got it for jumping a football guy, then in the detention was another one of the football guys… and her! He snorted, remembering the Sylveon’s face at his bait, stammering and very angry, though her big eyes and goofy expressive ears took away from it being actually intimidating. Hah! She thinks she’s so much cooler than she is, hanging with the rich Ninetales, the MVP of the football team, and that Luxray. She tags along with three of the most impressive people in the school! He begins to gesture to himself, now talking aloud. “Who does she think she is, with her stupid fluttery ribbons and ridiculous big eyes and-” He starts to slip on the bed as he makes overdone gestures to prove his point to himself. He slips off, claws flailing for something to grab to no avail, and clonks his head. After a moment he groans. “Arceusdangit.”

Somebody else gets to write Vee's parents yelling at her. Because I don't want to write that.