The Less I Know The Better

''Miss Parker, your several series of misconduct are going to land you in some big trouble,'' Mrs Nigels said as I sat in the old leather chair in her office, raging because of what had happened to me earlier. '' But it wasn't my fault Ma'am. Jessica...'' '' Now I don't care what Jessica did or didn't do Miss Parker. Bottom like is you got physical and now you have yourself with yet another Friday of detention,'' Mrs Nigels said, handing me a detention slip. I briskly grabbed it from her and shot up from the seat. '' Your detention begins right after class Miss. Do not be late,'' She warned me and I banged the door as I left her office. Everybody was looking at me as I walked down the hallway fuming. My uniform was stained with grape juice and my ponytail was undone. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I bump into Trevor Sandton. ''Watch where you're going Wuss,'' He said and I scoffed. Trevor Sandton is the school's best football player. He's won himself several awards for his athletic spontaneousness and has had the privilege to model for big sporting brands such as Nike. To top it all off, he is the hottest lump of atoms to have ever set foot in Sunningdale High. Everybody likes Trevor except for me... Well that's what everyone thinks. Trevor and I were the closest friends back in Elementary School before we both came to Sunningdale. But it all went haywire when I mistakenly broke his Best Junior Athlete Trophy and we didn't talk for months. And then we came to Sunningdale High and all of a sudden it was believed that if you wear makeup, have the latest hairdo, clothes and shoes or smoke weed and drink alcohol, you're cool. Sadly I was seriously lagging in all the trends and became Sunningdale's laughing stock. It hurt me during the first three years. People's mean comments about my hair, clothes and weight fed on my ego and self esteem so much that by the time I was in eleventh Grade, I didn't really give a crap about what anybody said. And Trevor and I stayed strangers at Sunningdale. He was simply somebody I used to know. We'd bypass each other in the hallway, he'd bump into me and say ''watch it Wuss''  and he'd occasionally laugh at me like everyone else did. But it was what it was. I accepted the fact that we would never be friends again. ''What was that?'' He asked warningly. I decided to ignore him and walk away, but he held my wrist tightly and pinned me to a locker. My heart was beating out of my chest. '' Just because you got into a fist fight with Jessica doesn't mean you're freaking Floyd Mayweather. I'll Kill you,'' He said to me just inches away from my face. everyone who was walking down that part of the hallway stopped and watched until Trevor let me go and he kept walking. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched Trevor walk away to a bunch of his friends. I made my way to the basket ball court immidiately after class for Detention. I knew I wouldn't be there alone because kids at Sunningdale got into trouble for all sorts of stuff.  I watched a few basket ballers do warm ups and the place was all clear 30 minutes later.