"She stabbed him in the neck with a pencil!" The school administrator was both frazzled and disheveled, and Aisha idly wondered if this had interrupted her playing hide the sausage on the clock.
"Wasn't the sharp end," Aisha grumbled, "now was it?"
"Why," the 'social worker' interrupted, turning to Aisha, clearly wanting to cut off the quickly escalating exchange but equally unsure of how to do so. "Why did you stab, err, poke the boy?"
"Fucker got handsy!" Aisha answered sharply, ignoring school bitch whining about language. "Put his hand down my shirt to cop a feel."
"He says he just tapped you on the shoulder," the woman replied primly.
"Did you even ask anyone else?" Aisha retorted, rolling her eyes.
"As you know," the woman said, ignoring Aisha to focus on the 'social worker', we have a zero tolerance policy toward fighting, regardless of the reason—"
"But not sexual assault?" Aisha interrupted.
"—five day suspension," the woman concluded.
"Whatever," Aisha said, leaning back. "I'll learn more at home and it doesn't matter what you do anyway, we, uh, pressing charges, that's it."
"What?" The woman said, dumbfounded. Even the 'social worker' seemed surprised.
"Yeah," Aisha said, leaning forward with fire in her eyes. "Bet I'm not the first one, and we just see how many other people saw what. Wonder what those cameras saw too…"
"That is entirely uncalled for!" The woman said, scandalized. "These matters should be handled by the school, you can't just—"
"I don't trust the impartiality of the administering of the justice by these people and stuff," Aisha said, turning to the 'social worker', "and I won't say nothing more to them without a lawyer." She turned back to the woman, and continued, "but all youse sons of, er, bricks, you better save the tapes and stuff and I'm recording this meeting and all so there is a record of me saying that."
"You can't do that! This is a two party consent state!"
"You got noticed and shit," Aisha said, point to a pin on her shirt of a frowny face with the text 'WELL I'M RECORDING YOU TOO HOW YOU LIKE THEM APPLES!' "And it sounds like you be more worried about me going to the cops and the courts than the creepy junior gropenfuhrer you trying to cover for."
Aisha sniffed suspiciously, before continuing. "And why does this office smell like cum?"
"We're done here," the 'social worker' said, standing up, as the bitchy administrator went red with rage.
Note: Hey boss? I know this was supposed to be a cushy posting but ngl kind of missing Alaska right now.
