In An Heartbeat

4~detension

Jace blinked, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. He glanced at Miles who was giving him a try-me face.

"Yes, Mr. Walt?"

"Why did you scream like a lunatic just now?"

Ouch, Mr. Muffins was merciless.

Jace looked unharmed, he just stared at Mr. Muffins bravely with a slayer smile on his lips.

"Oh nothing, Miles just told me just now to imagine how you would look like in your underwear"

"So I screamed, cause the knew that the sight would be painful"

My eyes almost fell off, when I heard that. It doubled, threatening to fall out of its sockets.

What in the world was Jace doing?

I looked at Miles, he was worse. He was frozen to a spot, shock written all over him.

The class was now laughing, uncontrollably and Mr. Muffins' face hardened, turning to Miles.

"Mr. Wesley"

"Did you say that?"

Miles stammered, still in shock. "N-no, Jace is-"

"Come on, you said it, you even-", Jace interjected and Mr. Muffins' face was harder than brick by now.

Miles stepped on Jace's shoes underneath their tables to shut him up and he winced loudly again.

" you see, I didn't say anything. He always screams like that"

"He recently developed a brain seizure"

Miles said buckling his point but Mr. Muffins was red now in anger as the whole class was laughing and out of control.

"You both think you can do whatever, just because you are topping my class?", he roared, quieting them both.

I knew what was next. Everyone could already tell.

"You two! Detention! now!"

***

At Detention(Miles p.o.v)

I walked towards a classroom that I haven't been in for years, once my eyes fell on the 'detention' label at the top of the door.

I frowned, totally ignoring the guy at my side, I reached for the knob and pulled it open.

All the while we were walking down the detention room, Jace hasn't said a word which was quite surprising.

I had taught that he would rant his mouth all the way and I would have to battle with his disturbance.

I was quite grateful for his composure as I was tired and needed a good sleep.

Once I entered, my eyes fell on the young woman who attended to the students with detention.

I haven't seen her in ages, I think the last time I saw her at all was when I was going to some competition way back and she was asked to tag along.

When she saw me, a wide smile spread on her angelic face. She was a very beautiful woman, with good principles.

Sweet, nice, kind, gentle–she was the type of woman, indeed any man would want to marry.

"Oh my! Miles, is that you?"

Her light feminine voice echoed in the silence, she stud up to engulf me in a friendly hug.

She was like an aunt to me.

She smiled, her clear white eyes flickering to the guy behind me, and her smile widened.

I frowned.

Now, I was reminded of him again.

"And who is this?"

She asked, before I could say anything, he has already opened his mouth to sprout some nonsense.

I sighed internally.

"I'm Jace–, his best friend"

"He is not", I uttered in instant and before I knew it, he was tugging my shirt.

" Milesy, don't be like this?"

I frowned, "don't call me that"

"Then what should I call you"

"Don't call me"

My voice was sharp, showing how annoyed I was about everything. First, my relationship with Jane, then that Mr. Muffins was embarrassing her, then I was paired with this i***t and I was here with him in detention.

Jace removed his hands from my shirt, turning to the detention lady, "Don't mind him, he is one moody guy"

"I'll try my best to change him and make him a little happier"

This time, she laughed at that. Her earlier smile turned into a burst of full fledge laughter.

I frowned, eyeing Jace.

"Okay, go sit"

"I won't ask why both of you are here–in detention, I could come up with a few reasons myself"

She uttered, moving over to her table to pick some files, "sit anywhere you like, I'll be out for a moment"

"I trust that you wouldn't leave the class before your detention time is over"

I nodded, and Jace smiled widely at her.

"I might take some time. If I am not back until your time is up. Pls sign your names inside here"

She uttered, shaking a file to us and this time, we both nodded. She threw us a last smile before heading outside.

***

Miles p.o.v

I sat down on a random chair, settling my books down on the table. I couldn't sleep yesterday either could I read anything.

I was thinking about Jane. We were having issues and I wasn't okay with it. I know it was hard for her to understand me, damn, even I didn't get myself sometimes.

The truth was that I wasn't annoyed at her. I was annoyed at myself for forgetting our anniversary. I thought she didn't deserve me so I broke it off.

I know, I reacted to things in the worst ways possible. Who on earth broke up with their girlfriend after doing something wrong?

Crap, I've really messed up everything. I doubt she was ever going to forgive me, not like I deserved it anyway.

I rose my eyes and came in contact with a pair of green eyes watching me calculatedly.

I sighed, fixing my eyes on him.

"What?"

He doesn't answer.

"Stop staring at me like some creep"

He still doesn't say anything.

I arched my eyebrows at him, a strange thought passing through my mind.

Actually, he was a little like me.

He was like a pest, five minutes ago and now, he was just leaning quietly on the wall, staring virtually at nothing.

"Come sit, isn't your legs hurting already?"

I offered, this time, not really bothered if I had him by my side. The worst he could do was drive me nuts and I was okay with it, at least for now.

He could help keep my mind off Jane and everything.

"Hey, should we ditch?"

He muttered, and my eyes doubled.

"What the-"

He hunched his shoulders, "I don't know, It's kind of boring here and I'm not used to following the rules anyway"

I arched my brows at his last statement, maybe this was where our difference lay. I personally didn't have any problem with following the rules.

"It's pretty easy. Come, let me teach you", I said tapping the chair beside me.

He doesn't move.

" you just sit here for about forty minutes, making good use of your time"

He chuckled, "you call that good use?"

"Or we could be outside there smoking some weed"

I frowned at that, looking him over, "you do drugs?"

He held my gaze, trying to see if I was pranking him or something as though, it was impossible for someone to stay clear of it.

"You don't?"

"It's not safe. Its side effects are-"

My lips pursed, My mind going back to an incident that happened Last year.

"I once had a friend", I muttered, feeling my eyes darken from the memory of asher.

He was my best friend, the only friend I ever had, Infact-

"Drugs killed him, then I blamed myself every day after his death"

I uttered, my eyes looking into a perfect pair of emeralds, and he stared, silently, his face holding half-pity and the other half, I couldn't decipher.

"I wished I had stopped him from consuming those s**t, back then"

I frowned, the picture of my late friend, Asher, coming back into my head. It took me years to get over the guilt–until I discovered that I never could.

It was a pain that would haunt me all my life.

"Actually, you look a lot like him", I found myself uttering as I looked at Jace.

Indeed, they did look alike. The same annoying green eyes and black curls, plus that, he was also a pest.

Suddenly, Jace laughed, and I blinked, his voice getting me out of my trance. He moved over to me with a silly smile on.

There, that was our similarity. He was really quiet and gentle before and now, he was wearing a smile that held no hint of it.

" if he really did-, then it's such a pity that I won't ever get to see him"

I was quiet

"It's not a regular to see someone as handsome as myself"

I rolled my eyes dramatically, I knew he couldn't go five seconds without inputting some nonsense.

"I won't ditch this once, since you're such a scaredy cat"

He muttered and I stared at him tight-lipped.

"What?, If you aren't then-"

"Shut up", I cut him and he chuckled.

"scaredy cat"

"I'm not"

"You are-"

"I'm not"

"You-"

"It's not called being scared, it's called being reasonable-, you wouldn't know that", I returned, leaning into my chair.

" oh please-, you are literally an open book. I can see how your heart is jelly-shaking just with the mere thought of you breaking the rules", he muttered, pinning his eyes at me, challenging me to deny it.

I rolled my eyes, "I do follow the rules, and I don't see anything wrong with that"

"Everything is wrong with it", he uttered almost in an instant, and I rose my brows, leaning into my chair to get comfortable.

This would be interesting.

"Oh?", I muttered and Jace sighed.

" don't you see it?"

"Honestly-, I don't"

"You are living a boring life, Miles. You know, I won't be surprised if you told me you want to be a cop after high school"

My eyes widened, shock taking me at his accuracy. Was that just a random guess?, or was I really an open book, like he said?

But still, his statement right now was off and weird.

Not everyone here knew that my dad was a cop, one of the most popular ones, in fact, he didn't live with me because it was dangerous for him to.

I lived alone with my mother, who was a chef and lived a very random life, so I also lived a random life but deep down, I wanted to be a cop too, just like my dad.

No one knew that my dad was a cop except Jane, who accidentally met him in his suit at my house years back when he had come to greet us, and that was only possible because she was my neighbour.

So, however, what Jace said now was very suspicious.

Not to forget that, he was the mysterious badboy after all