TOMBOY

Chapter 2

Finally, I was ready to get over with my detention. I took a few long breaths before walking towards my science class. At first, I thought I entered the wrong classroom when I didn't see anyone in there. Even Ms. Florence was nowhere to be seen.

I took a seat on my regular seat and stared blankly at the whiteboard. After about 5 minutes, I could hear footsteps which made me feel relieved instead of scaring me. At least someone was in this empty building.

Before the male figure entered, he bumped his shoulder on the door frame due to him staring back and not paying attention to where he was going.

"Ouch," he screamed rubbing his shoulder.

What a dramatic entry of a tough guy who screams like a little girl.

I recognized the figure in no time, it was Mason. My life just couldn't see me be happy, even in detention.

Just as he entered, he looked at me but then he let his eyes look around the room. My eyes still glued to his face.

"Wow, no one here?" He asked himself, his eyes still wandering around the room.

"Hello, am I invisible?" I said waving my hand in the air.

"Where is that annoying sound coming from?" He laughed and I groaned out loud. I didn't care if his badass-self heard me being irritated just by his presence.

"Idiot..." was the first word that came in my head every time I saw him. Well, there were many other words that came to mind but I was sure not to say them out loud.

He walked towards me with his eyes holding mine, he seemed angered. I felt like I was going to get my nerdy a*s busted. He sat down next to me which was his regular seat.

Then I realized that the detention didn't even feel like a punishment, him sitting next to me or just being in the same room as me, did.

"What's with you calling people idiots?" He asked lightly tapping his pen on his desk.

His pen tapping was driving me nuts, it was one of those sounds that my brain couldn't handle hearing.

"Because I mean it," I said bluntly, "and can you please stop tapping?" I continued looking at his hand that was tapping the pen on the desk.

"Okay," he said and the sound immediately disappeared.

Well, that was easier than expected.

He bent down to his left to pick up his backpack from the floor. He took out something that seemed like another pen.

Oh no. I should've known better.

He did just what I didn't want him to do, he started tapping both of them at the same time on his hardcover book.

Why does he put so much effort into annoying me?

I sighed loudly in frustration that was just growing bigger and bigger.

He eventually stopped tapping and I gave a million thanks to God. But by the time, I already had a headache.

When the room got silent, I built up the courage to ask him a question that was bothering me for months now.

"Hey... Um... Why do they think I like girls?" I asked him out of the blue which caused his head to snap towards me.

"Do I have to answer it?" He said looking back down and continue scribbling on the cover of his textbook with a pen.

"Yes, you must," I said looking at him for a split second before turning back to look at my book again.

"Boohoo, I'm scared," he said forming fists with his hands and putting it under his chin making a puppy face.

We get it, you're trying to be cute.

"Honestly, I think it's because of the way you dress, the way you act, and you hate boys so that doesn't help when you're trying to prove that you're straight" he smirked.

"That's what makes me a lesbian, really? Are they dumb? That makes a tomboy, not a lesbian," I said.

"You mean a tomgirl?" He tried to correct me.

"No, a tomboy," I repeated.

"And plus, I never said I hated boys, I- I just don't trust them," I said looking at his bright green eyes.

"Same difference... why don't you trust them, anyway?" His confused eyes met mine.

I forced my eyes from staring at his gorgeous green eyes to the half erased whiteboard in front of the class.

He opened his mouth to say something else but before he could, Ms. Florence walked into the room.

"Sorry kids, I'm late," she said not really looking as sorry, "nice to see you guys getting along, but that's too close..." she continued.

I awkwardly moved my desk to the right and he moved his desk to the left, creating as much distance as possible. She faked a smile as if us sitting together bothered her.

"So, you are going to write what you've done wrong, a hundred times," Ms. Florence said.

"And you expect your students to think outside of the box?" I muttered under my breath loud enough so only Mason could hear me.

It looked like he tried holding in his laughter but he couldn't and started laughing like a pig that he was.

Ms. Florence and I looked at him.

"Sorry," he muttered with the straightest face he could pull up, before starting to laugh again.

I didn't know I was that funny. Heck, I didn't know I was funny at all.

Ms. Florence's punishment wasn't original but it sure was tiring. By the time I was done, the smallest hand on the clock was one number ahead.

Unbelievably, Mason was a much faster writer. he finished 10 minutes before me. But he waited for me to finish and while I was trying to finish mine. By waiting I mean, he bothered me by poking my side with a pen. I cursed him in whispers which caused him to chuckle every now and then.

We walked up to Ms. Florence and she checked it and said we behaved good in our detention.

I behaved good, not that dickhead.

"I'm going out for 15 minutes, I have some assignments being printed in the media center. So behave yourselves like you've been doing and I will be happy," she said with a smile before walking out. As if anyone cared about your happiness.

"Ok, Ms. Florence," both, Mason and I, said simultaneously as she was about to walk out of the door.

As much as I disliked Ms. Florence, I'd rather have her in the class than be alone with Mason.

"Hey, lezbi, cover for me while I get out of here and I'll owe you big times," he said looking at me.

"Not happening," I said looking away from him, crossing my arms on my chest in the process.

"Oh c'mon, I deserve it for spending my valuable time with you," he said still trying to make eye contact with me so he can convince me with his pretty eyes.

But, no no no, not today. I'll pluck his eyes out if he tried to use them against me.

"That isn't helping," I said looking at his eyes for a split second before turning away.

"I said I'll owe you. C'mon bro, I have some work to do today," he said calmly.

Even though I hated helping him, he tried understanding me which was something no one did in this crappy school other than Jade and Andy.

"What's the magic word?" I asked with a bright smile as I looked into his eyes.

"Sorry?" He said as he scratched the back of his head, confused.

"It's supposed to be 'please', but that works too. I got you covered, just don't get caught," I smiled.

"Thanks, lezbi," he said with a smile, a real smile from what I can see.

"Umm, do you want me to change my mind?" I asked looking at him.

"No! I meant thanks, Miss Leslie uh umm" he said with a pause "what's your last name again?" He asked scratching the back of his head again.

"Whatever just go! I'm a nice person," I said looking at his confused face.

"Yes, you are! Thanks, bro!" he said moonwalking towards the door with a smile.

"Yes, you are! Thanks, bro!" he said moonwalking towards the door with a smile.

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