D is for Detention.
807 Words
The last bell rang, I'd skipped the rest of gym, choosing instead to lean against one of the trees, replaying my whole interaction with Luce.
What the hell did I do to deserve all this drama and who the hell was Cassiel? My name is Cassian.
I'd snuck back a few minutes before the bell to change back into uniform, then stuffing my P.E uniform in my bag had strode quickly aiming for my locker.
That's where I was now still messing with my lock that wouldn't open, I pulled it after putting the combination in for the 3rd time, frustrated closed my eyes as I slammed my fist on the door.
Exhaling, I opened them to find my steel locker door had crumpled inwards like aluminum foil.
I froze, what the hell? Did I do that? I saw a notebook, pulling it through the gap I notice it read; Hazel Smith.
Fuck.
I was trying to open the locker next to mine...
I looked at the locker on my right, I put my combination in, it popped open the first time, I cringed looking at Hazel's crumpled locker door.
The final bell rang, I startled quickly shoving my books in grabbing my bag, wanting to get away from the evidence of whatever I'd done to Hazel's locker.
People started shuffling out of the classroom into the hallway, I dodge them putting some distance between myself and the lockers when I was suddenly jerked backwards.
I almost lost my footing, I spun seething, I was in no mood for anyones s**t.
Only to come face to face with Mr East, I faltered, ah s**t, I'd forgotten about my after school detention.
"You are not trying to skip out are you?" Mr East asked accusingly.
I shook my head, cooling my temper.
"Of course not sir, I've had a bit of an odd day and just plain forgot." As I spoke I could feel my cheeks flush.
He eyed me, then motioned me to follow him down the hall, I exhaled and reluctantly did so.
Walking down the hall, I passed Luce, who stared wide eyed at me, then he looked to Mr East, I thought he might combust.
I slouched further, I was so embarrassed, I never got into trouble well barely, at least never for dressing like a slut.
Mr East stopped, it was one of the last classrooms at this end of the hallway, it read Class D, D for detention or just for irony?
I dropped my head, walking inside, I sat down at one of the desks at the front of the room, I got out my pencils as Mr East placed a worksheet in front of me.
"You'll stay to 4.30 or until you've finished this worksheet." He said, looking at his watch as he spoke.
I nodded in answer then looked down, leaning on one elbow as I wrote my name at the top of the sheet, probably shouldn't of bothered, I was the only student who'd gotten detention on the first day it seemed.
I read through the questions;
67-7+34= 94
Who wrote the Moby d**k? Herman Melville.
Who plays Danny Zuko in grease? John Travolta.
50% of 244 = 122
What a random worksheet.
I looked at the time 4:02pm, I answered the last 3 questions, then pack my pencils back into my pencil case.
I stood, pushing back my chair.
Mr East looked up doing the same, I met him half way as he rounded the desk, I handed him my worksheet, he scanned it, then with raised eyebrows nodded.
He placed it on the desk behind him, he then turned to me crossing his arms.
"Impressive Cassie." He remarked calmly.
I nodded, smiling, I felt uneasy as the tension seemed to rise in the room, I shifted from foot to foot waiting to be dismissed.
"Cassie, do you have a boyfriend?" Mr East asked causally but his words struck me like lightning, I'd never have guess he'd ask me that.
"Ahh no, no I do not, Mr East." I stuttered in reply, blushing fiercely.
"Do you want one?" He pressed, his voice taking on a note of suggestion, he reached out twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers.
I stood frozen and stunned, I'm about to decline when the door slammed open.
I was suddenly very thankful for the interruption, when I realised it was Luce standing in the door way, but his eyes were fixed on Mr East, gaze sliding down to the piece of hair he twirled between his fingers.
I wanted a hole to open underneath me and swallow me whole.
As I thought the words, Luce snapped his eyes to mine.
"That can be arranged Cassie, I'll happily be your guide." Luce said, my eyes widened, could he hear my thoughts?
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