"You're punished."
"What do you mean?"
"A week of detention." His look was mischievous.
"Do you think I'm ten years old to be put in detention? We're not in high school anymore."
"Miss Navarro, lower your voice if you don't want the days to be extended." Only then did I realize I had been shouting.
"What about me?" Ana snapped out of her trance.
"You can go."
"See you later, my friend." Ana left, and Henry closed the door behind us.
"What's happening?" I played the victim. I knew he wanted revenge for what I did last night.
"You're still asking?" I took a step back.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He got closer and closer.
"I'll remind you."
He pushed me against his desk, knocking my books and bag to the floor. Our breathing turned into gasps. He started rubbing his b
