I dropped the bundle of freshly copied papers off at the staffroom and waited patiently at the door for Brooke to emerge because I knew she would want to know how my first day in detention went.
She smiled and rubbed my arm, and it made me feel like she thought I didn’t even deserve a punishment as anticlimactic as wasting my lunchtime photocopying things for the other teachers.
“How’d it go, Kiddo?”
It was detention, how did she expect it to go?
I smiled, and told her it was fine, and chose not to mention the fact my detention had consisted of being in an enclosed space with Blake because that felt like a cruel joke when I was trying my hardest to stay away from him.
“We’ll meet here again after classes are through, OK? We’re going to have to take a taxi, I’m afraid.”
I nodded, and
