are crazy.
“Why are these kids walking into doors?” I shrug before waiting to see if we get into trouble.
“Both of you have detention after school from three to five. Or you can go explain to the principal why you are down there.” He glares at us.
“But sir I have football practice.” He glares at Evan.
“Not my problem.” We nod our heads as we return back into the class.
“So?” Ashley speaks.
“Detention. Looks like we get to fuck with Mr. Hottie for two hours.” I laugh.
“YES!” Ashley yells.
“Ladies care to discuss with the whole class what you are talking about?” Ashley looks at me, and then back to him.
“With all due respect sir. Last time I did I got detention for being honest.” I laugh, and he rolls his eyes.
“Never mind.” He says looking down at his lap. Just then my phone vibrates. I am still staring at him when he looks back up. He cocks his head downward, and I look down at my phone in my lap to see he texted me. I look back up to see him reading on his desk.
J: You can try, but remember that I am in control at school. See how easy it was to get you to spend two hours with me? I could get you suspended for you punching Catrina and slapping Evan. Then I couldn’t stare at you. So what is the deal with Evan and you? Just wondering don’t really care. Oh by the way. I like this feeling I am getting.
I stare at my phone in disbelief. I nudge Ashley and she looks at me. I hand her my phone before Mr. Jones can see me.
“Oh my god La.” All eyes turn towards us even Mr. Jones who arches his brow.
“Sorry, I accidentally elbowed her.” Mr. Jones just shakes his head.
“La, what in the hell does this mean?” I shrug. Just then the bell rings, and I was almost to the door when Mr. Jones spoke.
“Don’t forget Mr. Edwards and Miss. Clark detention three pm and no later, or that will be another detention.” We nod before leaving the classroom.
“You owe me details. See you after detention. I have it with Bean. Ugh.” We say bye as I go towards her class. This day has been good, but bad.
The rest of the day goes okay. No more fights, or arguments. Now I was heading to Mr. Jones class for detention. I see a sign that said go to room 408, which was Mrs. Bean’s class. Awesome I get it with Ashley. I walk into Mrs. Bean’s class and see her talking with Mr. Jones. She looks at me and rolls her eyes.
“Mrs. Clark like I have said over and over again the past few years. You cannot be in here,” I shrug, and turn to walk away.
“No, she is here, because she has detention from my class.” Mrs. Bean’s glaring at him. I walk towards Ashley and sit next to her.
“Oh no you don’t. You get to sit in the back row you, on the other end.” I laugh as I make my way over there and point, and she nods as I flop into my seat.
“Why would you give her detention when the other has it?” I hear Mrs. Bean mumble to Mr. Jones. He laughs and pulls out a book and begins reading. I hear the ding on my phone, and look to see who it is.
Brandon: Oh well I am glad you were rested enough for school. So I thought that you looked stunning today. It was hard to pay attention when I saw you. What are you up to tonight?
Me: I wish you would tell me who you are. It’s a little creepy. Oh well, I am in detention. Apparently outburst in class are not allowed. I am meeting
“Why are these kids walking into doors?” I shrug before waiting to see if we get into trouble.
“Both of you have detention after school from three to five. Or you can go explain to the principal why you are down there.” He glares at us.
“But sir I have football practice.” He glares at Evan.
“Not my problem.” We nod our heads as we return back into the class.
“So?” Ashley speaks.
“Detention. Looks like we get to fuck with Mr. Hottie for two hours.” I laugh.
“YES!” Ashley yells.
“Ladies care to discuss with the whole class what you are talking about?” Ashley looks at me, and then back to him.
“With all due respect sir. Last time I did I got detention for being honest.” I laugh, and he rolls his eyes.
“Never mind.” He says looking down at his lap. Just then my phone vibrates. I am still staring at him when he looks back up. He cocks his head downward, and I look down at my phone in my lap to see he texted me. I look back up to see him reading on his desk.
J: You can try, but remember that I am in control at school. See how easy it was to get you to spend two hours with me? I could get you suspended for you punching Catrina and slapping Evan. Then I couldn’t stare at you. So what is the deal with Evan and you? Just wondering don’t really care. Oh by the way. I like this feeling I am getting.
I stare at my phone in disbelief. I nudge Ashley and she looks at me. I hand her my phone before Mr. Jones can see me.
“Oh my god La.” All eyes turn towards us even Mr. Jones who arches his brow.
“Sorry, I accidentally elbowed her.” Mr. Jones just shakes his head.
“La, what in the hell does this mean?” I shrug. Just then the bell rings, and I was almost to the door when Mr. Jones spoke.
“Don’t forget Mr. Edwards and Miss. Clark detention three pm and no later, or that will be another detention.” We nod before leaving the classroom.
“You owe me details. See you after detention. I have it with Bean. Ugh.” We say bye as I go towards her class. This day has been good, but bad.
The rest of the day goes okay. No more fights, or arguments. Now I was heading to Mr. Jones class for detention. I see a sign that said go to room 408, which was Mrs. Bean’s class. Awesome I get it with Ashley. I walk into Mrs. Bean’s class and see her talking with Mr. Jones. She looks at me and rolls her eyes.
“Mrs. Clark like I have said over and over again the past few years. You cannot be in here,” I shrug, and turn to walk away.
“No, she is here, because she has detention from my class.” Mrs. Bean’s glaring at him. I walk towards Ashley and sit next to her.
“Oh no you don’t. You get to sit in the back row you, on the other end.” I laugh as I make my way over there and point, and she nods as I flop into my seat.
“Why would you give her detention when the other has it?” I hear Mrs. Bean mumble to Mr. Jones. He laughs and pulls out a book and begins reading. I hear the ding on my phone, and look to see who it is.
Brandon: Oh well I am glad you were rested enough for school. So I thought that you looked stunning today. It was hard to pay attention when I saw you. What are you up to tonight?
Me: I wish you would tell me who you are. It’s a little creepy. Oh well, I am in detention. Apparently outburst in class are not allowed. I am meeting
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