Ashton's POV:
I sigh and lean back in my seat, propping my feet up onto my desk. Nothing like getting detention. The worst part is that none of the other guys are here. Okay, I guess it's fair. I was the only one that glued Mr. Mandel's chair to his desk. Then continued to pour glitter into his drawers of the desk. Not that big of a deal, though.
One of the kids that sat in front just caught me and couldn't keep their mouth shut, so here I am. It was still worth it. I narrow my eyes at one of the idiots up front, who was looking at me like he was going to pee his pants. He turns around quickly and I smirk in victory.
"Oh, dear." The old lady that's supposed to be watching us stands up, a cup with what I think is tea, and a stain on her skirt. "I'll be right back." She looks around, then
