THE DETENSION
531 Words
By the end of the day, I was exhausted.
Between the whispers in the hallway and Adrian’s little cafeteria performance, my first day at Silverwood High had officially been a disaster.
I was heading to my last class when someone suddenly grabbed my arm.
“Lena!”
I turned around.
Maya looked panicked.
“You need to be careful,” she said quickly.
“About what?”
“Adrian. He doesn’t just bully people for fun.”
I sighed.
“Could we please stop talking about him for five minutes?”
But Maya shook her head.
“I’m serious. The last girl who argued with him transferred schools after two weeks.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I'm not joking.”
Before I could respond, the warning bell rang through the hallway.
Students rushed toward their classes.
“Come on,” I said. “We’re going to be late.”
We hurried into the classroom just before the teacher arrived.
Unfortunately…
So did Adrian.
He walked in with the same confident attitude, his friends trailing behind him. The moment he stepped into the room, several girls immediately started whispering.
Of course, the only empty seat left…
Was right next to me.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered.
Adrian glanced at the seat, then at me.
That annoying smirk appeared again.
“Well,” he said casually, dropping his bag onto the desk, “looks like fate.”
“Or bad luck,” I shot back.
He chuckled quietly and sat down.
The teacher started writing on the board while the class slowly settled down.
For the first ten minutes, everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
Then I felt something hit my notebook.
I looked down.
A folded piece of paper.
I glanced sideways.
Adrian was leaning back in his chair like he had nothing to do with it.
I opened the note.
“Still think you're brave?”
I rolled my eyes and wrote underneath it.
“Still think you're funny?”
I shoved the paper back toward him.
A moment later, it returned.
“Not funny. Just honest.”
I scribbled another reply.
“You’re also annoying.”
The paper slid back again.
“And yet you keep talking to me.”
I was about to write another response when—
“Miss Carter.”
My heart dropped.
The teacher was staring at me.
“And Mr. Black.”
The entire class turned around.
“Would you two like to explain why you're passing notes during my lecture?”
Silence.
Adrian leaned back casually.
“No, sir.”
The teacher sighed heavily.
“Of course not. Both of you—detention after school.”
My eyes widened.
“What?!”
But it was too late.
The teacher turned back to the board.
Adrian glanced at me.
And to my horror…
He looked amused.
“Relax,” he whispered.
“This might actually be fun.”
I glared at him.
“You are the worst person I’ve ever met.”
He leaned closer, his voice low and teasing.
“You just met me today.”
His gray eyes locked onto mine.
“Give it time.”
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