After the ridiculously shitty week Dizzy had gone through, this was the last thing she needed. But in truth, she'd brought it on herself the way she'd mouthed off during class. It'd been entirely unnecessary and surely had gotten the other students a little riled up, but it wasn't like anyone got hurt. Here she was though, in the "principal's office" with the same sarcastic, obnoxiously off-putting attitude of her's that clearly indicated how superior she was to everyone here. Really it was just her way of keeping everyone at arm's length.
The stress of the last three days had been nothing in comparison to the hurt that'd been consuming her every waking moment. She needed something to cling to and found herself grasping at thin air. No friends, no dreamy sweetheart, not even a present roommate to give her some idle and false comfort. Painkillers were all she had to soothe her bruised ego and bitter trust, that and a hit of ecstasy she'd scored from Xander than still lingered in her sock drawer. Sure it'd make her feel better for eight hours or so, but the come down would be far too much to handle if she was already depressed before taking it. The recovery would be days lost in a dark bedroom.
Taking the same seat she'd occupied last time, Dizzy plopped and slumped. Fingers pushing up into her haid as she rested the side of her head in her palm, elbow on the arm of the chair. Hues followed Nox for a moment, anticipating what his Danny Tanner - esque speech would be this time. Was someone going to que the dramatic heart to heart music when he hit the climax of his little monologue. Before he could open his mouth to speek, Dizzy tried to beat him to the chase. "I apologized. Surprisingly I'm not always an asshole. I'm just having a shitty few days, ok?"