Rafe Cameron Imagines

Detentions and close calls

A/n

Requested by @imnotherexo (I literally speed ran this one so sorry if its messy also I love ur requests) 

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I tapped my foot, the end of my pencil hardly sphere shaped any longer, due to my excessive chewing. 3:15. An hour and fifteen minutes left of detention and I'm the only one here, no friends to keep me entertained. The teacher staring, emptily at his laptop screen.

The teacher cleared his throat, "So," He begins, "Jude Harvey." I raise my eyebrows, wondering if he's going to talk to me or is just saying my name for sayings sake. "That's my name, don't use it out." He sends me a sharp look, "This is not the time or place to get smart with m-" He's cutoff by the door, swinging open effortlessly.

I look up to the door, and none other than Rafe Cameron enters. He locks eyes with me for a moment before looking back down at his phone he'd been paying so much mind to, putting in in his pocket. "Mr Cameron, you're.." the teacher paused looking down at his watch, "Sixteen minuets late."

Rafe raised his eyebrows at him, acting as if the teacher had said the most obvious thing ever, "Sure."

"Go take a seat next to Jude." He ordered. Rafe did as he was told, sitting to my right. "So," He continues, as if he never got interrupted, "This is not the time or place to get smart with me, young lady. You're here for numerous reasons, skipping class, repeatedly being late, violating the dress code, showing defiance towards members of staff, and last but most definitely not least, smoking weed in bathroom stalls." Rafe snorts a little at the last one.

"Should I remind you this is a school young lady, not 'the trap house'." He says and I can't help myself from letting out a little chuckle. "What about any of that was funny to you?" He asks, without giving me a second to answer, "You know what you can stay an extra fifteen minutes."

My jaw drops, "What?" I ask, my voice a little raised. "Do you want to make it thirty?" I roll my eyes and rest my head on my hand. "That homework is not going to do itself, Jude. I expect you to be working on it." I groan a little lifting my head and look at my geography homework.

"And, Rafe, as for you." He adjusts his glasses a little, leaning closer into his laptop, trying to read off it. "Disruptive behaviour on school busses, defacing textbooks, skipping class, physical altercations multiple, cheating on tests and talking back to teachers and staff, as a result you are failing more than half of your classes."

"I know." Rafe states bluntly. "I'm glad you do. If you keep up with this behaviour you'll be cut from the football team." Rafe displays a face of confusion, this obviously being the first he was hearing of that. "Bullshit." He mutters.

"What was that?" The teacher asks. "Bullshit." Rafe repeats a little louder.

"That is no way to talk to a member of staff! Should I remind you, you are in school also?" He sounded appalled. "You asked to hear what I said."

"I wouldn't keep up with the smart answers if I was you, mr Cameron. At this rate I don't see you on the team another week."

Rafe shakes his head lightly, rolling his eyes. I quickly glance at him. "I hate this asshole." He scoffs quietly. "Tell me about it, he's the worst." I whisper. 

After a few minutes of silence, the teacher clears his throat, "If you'll excuse me a moment. I have to take care of a situation. I trust you'll behave."