Sitting in detention with Max two seats in front of me and Mr. Johnson supposedly ‘looking’ over us as he sits in the front nose deep into some book, my mind kept going back to the Sunday afternoon.
After I realised how much losing my control and kissing Ruth is going to mess things up, I separated her from me as politely as possible and picked up my constantly ringing phone. It was Max.
“So you finally got time to pick up my call” Max taunted me over the phone.
“What is it?” I asked him irritatedly while looking back at Ruth who was fixing her hair and dusting off her clothes. As she noticed me looking over at her, she passed me a polite smile. I mirrored the gesture.
“Janet called and asked me to pass you the message since she can’t reach you, she said and I quote ‘tell him to be bac
