Detention

Chapter 6

The next morning I wake up feeling tense about what happened with Jake, but kind of excited to see Harry. If it makes sense? He's your teacher. My subconscious reminds me.

Yeah, it's true. I guess I was just looking for a rebound last night, but Harry still is my teacher and I have no feelings for him whatsoever.

I walk to school as fast as I can, because I have no one to drive me. Of course, my mother is busy, and Jake isn't going to be driving me anywhere anytime soon.

I open my classroom door, and that's when I realize that I have Maths class now.

Everyone stares at me, turns out I'm more late than I thought.

"Glad you could join us Jennie." Harry rolls his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have a car this morning." I mumble and he nods, letting it go. That's a start.

"As I was saying, I'm going to be giving you your quizzes back." He says before going to his desk and starting to give us our papers.

I finally get mine. He smirks before giving it to me. 20/20. That showed him how much I pay attention.

I smile to myself as I put my paper in my backpack.

"How much did you get?" Niall asks me.

"20. You?"

"Nice! I got 15," he shrugs, "Mr.Styles' quizzes sure aren't easy."

"I guess." I say. It wasn't that hard, but it was that easy either. As I keep noticing, he is sort of smart.

The bell rings and everyone runs outside, to their next class.

I have French now, so I take my books. I couldn't find my French book and kept Niall waiting. "Just go I'll follow you." I tell him and he nods.

After I find my book and carry many messy papers, I start walking towards the door.

I suddenly trip over a pink backpack and drop everything on the floor.

"Damn!" I silently curse. Niall is gone, so I start picking up my stuff.

"Let me help you." I jump back when I hear that familiar British voice.