The Guard’s Daughter

Detention with the douchebag

Since I was formerly in private schools with rich snobby types I’ve been exposed to my share of jerks. This guy though Jackson he deserves his own classification of jerkiness.

We’re both in detention which for me just means I’ll get home a little later but for him he’s missing football practice. He blames me unable to see his role in this. If he’s only accepted my apology neither of us would be here.

This is my first time in trouble. The room is half full. From my brief perusal I would say mostly guys with a few girls. The teacher is at the front constantly reminding us not to talk.

My arms are crossed and I’m glaring at Jackson. He doesn’t care. A few of the guys are looking at me. Reluctantly I uncross my arms trying not to draw unwanted attention to my chest.

For the most part the teacher in charge encourages us to do our homework. Most don’t. I do though. I finish my homework and it’s finally time to leave.

I walk to my Jeep but my tires have been slashed all four. I call a tow truck and wait. It takes about a half an hour for the tow truck to show.