Detention

Sadly, the summer vacation ends today. Those beautiful three months have come to an end. Honestly it's not that bad to go back to school, since it's my last year of high school. I can't wait to graduate. But the tests and exams are pretty hard this year. I don't hate studying, but since I'm one of the top students, I have to study a lot to keep up with everything they give us, I have a reputation, and everyone expects the best from me. "Jennie, come!" I hear my mother's voice from her room. She seems eager so I take big steps, only to find her standing in front of the mirror, her hair curled and her makeup flawless. She's holding a necklace behind her neck, "Could you give me a hand?" "Yeah sure." I say and take her necklace, closing it around her neck. She mutters a 'thank you' and applies more mascara. I eye her again, she's wearing a long black dress. Is she going to a funeral or a party? "Mom, where are you going?" I raise my eyebrow. "My friend Jim invited me to a party and I'm going to go." She shrugs and I nod. She's been going to many parties, ever since my father left us. I leave her room and go back to sit in the living room. I turn on my television and start watching to pass time. *** I look at my phone clock- 9:32 PM. I should at least prepare my clothes for tomorrow, since my backpack is already ready. I look through my clothes and decide to wear my white T-shirt that says 'I woke up like this', with a black jacket and black ripped jeans. And for shoes I can wear my Adidas superstar sneakers. I go to bed at 11:00 PM, excited for tomorrow. The next morning, I wake up pretty early, so I take a shower and put on my outfit I chose last night. After brushing my hair for a few minutes, I put on some lip gloss and blush- my definition of light makeup- and go downstairs. My mother is obviously still asleep, because who knows at what time she came home last night. At least Jake is driving me to school today. On cue, someone rings the doorbell and I open it, revealing him, his hair messy and a lazy smile covers his face. He's obviously sleepy and I'm grateful that he'd come here this early to take me to school. "Hey cutie," he smiles and walks closer to me. "Hi Jake." I blush and plant a kiss on his cheek. "You're ready to go?" He asks and I nod. "Just let me drink water first." I mumble and go inside, back to the kitchen, filling myself a cup of water. Jake is my boyfriend since last year. He's not in my school, his school is nearby though. He's my age but acts much more mature than the rest of the guys my age. Honestly we're not that romantic or 'Romeo and Juliet' but I love him and he loves me and that's enough to make us both happy. *** "So," he starts to talk, while he's driving. "I'm going to be a bit busy these few days." He says. "Oh." I look at him, "Why, is something wrong?" "No, well I have.. stuff." He shrugs and I nod. I don't want to be clingy and ask him every single detail about his life. "There you are." He talks again as he stops next to the school building. "Yeah. See you." I mutter and leave. I sure hope that whatever plans he has are not a reason for me to be paranoid. I walk towards the familiar yet unpleasant gate, and enter the disturbing yet fun place that is high school. For my first class, I have Maths. My favorite subject, last year, Mrs.Hills taught us and she was the best, I think she's teaching us again this year. I enter the classroom, and no one is there. Except Niall, the blonde guy whom I have grown close to last year. Some girls are attracted to him but most girls find him dorky. I can't see why, he's pretty cute in my opinion. We smile at each other and I sit next to him. We start telling each other what we did in the vacation. His was much more interesting than mine; he went to France and to England, and passed by to see his family in Ireland. All I did was go to the beach, hang out with Jake sometimes, but mostly stay at home. I did go for a week to Australia, to see my cousins, but that's about it. Five minutes later, the door opens. Well the bell rings in ten minutes, I'm glad someone showed up on time other than us. A tall, curly haired guy enters, wearing skinny jeans and boots. I've never seen him before, is he a new student? "Hello." The guy said in a thick British accent, looking at Niall and I. "Hello, you're a new student here? What's your name?" Niall says with that funny Irish accent, welcoming the guy. The guy chuckles, walking over to the teacher's desk. "I'm actually you new math teacher." He smirks and puts the small bag I didn't even realize he was carrying on the teacher's chair. That guy, is our teacher? No way. He looks my age, maximum a year older. "May I ask, how old are you?" I ask him politely, not wanting any trouble with teachers. He looks at me for a brief moment then looks away. "That is none of your business," he says after a few seconds. "But are you sure that-" Niall talks again but the teacher interrupts; "I said, that is none of your business, leprechaun." He raised his voice a little. I chuckled at his comment but immediately covered my mouth with my hand. "What's your name, giggling girl?" The guy said, his expression unreadable. "That is none of your business," I smirked and looked at my lap. Niall snorts, and tries to hide his laugh. The teacher doesn't enjoy that one, though. He clenches his jaw and scowls at me. "Are you mocking me?" "No, no." I look away. "I'm pretty sure you were. And that's unacceptable," his look softens, "you just got yourself a month's detention." He smirks. "What? No I'm sorry, it was a joke!" I don't want detention on the first month of school! "Nope. And guess what? I'll be supervising you." He adds, his smirk deepening. I sigh and that's when the bell decides to ring, thankfully.